Super Detective in the Fictional World

The drone lens is Luke in an invisible state, taking an image of the killer himself, and the image is slightly distorted.

Ordinary people may easily ignore this anomaly, but the killer of this technology stream obviously likes to look to the bottom and puzzle up with his phone.

And at that point, a voice sounded behind him: "Alas, you know too much. ”

The killer didn't have time to react, and the back of his brain snapped and it was dark.

Then his phone was removed and the drone dropped.

After a few seconds, the roof was empty again.

A slightly distorted air leaps through the roof of a dense apartment building and plunges into a fire staircase dozens of meters away.

A killer just opened a window in a room and was about to come out of it, and he felt a strong wind striking him, and his heart was pounding and he was paralyzed backwards.

But before he could land, he was completely unconscious.

The two households sleeping in the bedroom did not hear any movement, only a sewn door was opened to prove that someone had been here.

……

Matt is depressed.

He hasn't seen a lot of good things lately, bad luck.

After the disappearance of the ninjas in red, Kim Jong's forces disappeared, the Russian gangs were wiped out, the Irish gangs were washed twice and the various small and medium-sized groups were unlucky.

Clinton District's security appeared to have improved considerably, but he was repeatedly and repeatedly injured.

Cut by a sickle, shot, electrotherapy, sedative treatment all happened in just over two months.

His vigilante career was suddenly surprisingly colorful.

Good thing it's all worth it here.

Though Karen and he had just made some progress and had been plugged by another woman, his ex-girlfriend, who seemed to be torturing him, his mission was to save the Hell's Kitchen and save those innocent people who were in danger.

He probably shouldn't have a girlfriend.

Why else would an ex-girlfriend be an ex-girlfriend now?

Trouble is, his ex-girlfriend not only tormented his new feelings, but also posed a bigger problem.

She asked him to help solve the problem, and he seemed to have nothing to do with it.

But Matt really didn't want to get involved with her, and he didn't know how to send this screwed up ex-girlfriend away.

In agony, he can barely sustain his life unless he comes out every night to beat up, ah, no, it's the warrior warrior to soothe the nerves.

Clinton was too quiet, so he came to Harlem further north.

But tonight, horse lawyers accustomed to the unique roof suddenly found themselves surrounded by many strangers who share their hobbies.

There are obviously guns in the body of the subtle noises emanating from them.

Instead of just one or two, they are constantly pouring in from all quarters.

Matt's hearing is good enough, but his brain's not good enough.

Many people can see hundreds and thousands of people at the same time, but they can't remember hundreds and thousands of people at the same time and record their faces simultaneously.

So Matt can hear, doesn't mean he can watch.

More than that, a lot of alleys started to rush into footsteps, but there were no calls for help or gunshots.

Is there a gang going to be here on fire and?

Matt rejected the idea as soon as it passed.

These people are simply fragmented, even if their actions are professional, but on top of that, there are three or five of them.

The gang fire is either a chaotic battle of weak chickens or limited command by the little bosses, who then snap across a street from each other, far from having a professional field of operations.

He's in bad luck before Counselor Ma can figure it out.

The acute perception made him realize the danger, suddenly rolling over, the short stick in his hand swinging, the stick flying out.

Boom!

A killer who had just raised his rifle to the back of Matt was stabbed in the chest with a fast shot stick and had to voluntarily step back.

Matt's face changed.

The sound was wrong, the stick didn't hit the muscles, it was some hard stuff.

Without the killer's reaction, Matt shook his wrist, dragged his stick around the wire rope behind him, circled around the killer's upper body and tied it up.

He pulled back hard, and the killer fell to the ground.

"Who are you?" Matt pounced, holding each other down and whispered. Why are you trying to kill me? ”

Without answering, the killer touched the Leg Knife.

Matt moved faster and the other stick stabbed him underneath his armpit without hesitation.

Knock.

The killer screamed painfully, and a short stick stabbed him in the rib without a plate, and the rib was broken for a second.

The good man didn't eat what was right in front of him, and the killer resolutely stated the purpose of hunting down John the Night Demon.

He was also extremely depressed: how did he know this was going to happen?

The guy in front of him was wearing a dark red jacket like a psychopath, and his face was covered, and he wasn't even his target.

He was just trying to get rid of this guy and take up the observation spot here as soon as possible.

In accomplishing his mission, he was never so straightforward, nor did he mind cleaning up civilians who were delaying their work.

After a few words had been given, before he had begged for forgiveness, a short stick fell down heavily.

In the clatter, both hands and legs of the killer were broken, and the ankle and fingers were crushed.

Matt doesn't kill people, but he doesn't have any mercy on the money earners.

With such a broken ankle, you can walk in the future, and don't think about it if you run fast and jump.

With such a broken finger, it's okay to eat and drink water, and it's impossible to stably kill people with guns.

You could say that this killer can retire tonight.

Using the killer's clothes, he tied his hands and feet, took out the killer's cell phone, called the police, gave the address, and Matt walked away.

According to the killer, there are a lot of colleagues here tonight to hunt down a super killer named Night Demon.

Together, these unscrupulous killers do not know how many innocent people will be harmed and must be stopped in any event.

……

Luke gently extended his hand and placed it at the corner.

A killer is bowing fast and holding his gun vigilantly in his hand.

He seemed to have just seen the Night Demon run into this alley, the suit and the beard were too conspicuous, and he didn't seem to notice himself.

Two meters behind him, following his partner, guarding the rear from time to time.

The gunpoint and head protruded the corner of the wall, and he found nothing, so he turned the corner and continued.

He didn't know that a big, transparent hand was 20 centimeters above his head.

After his passing, the companion behind him put his neck in his hands.

Knock.

With a slight noise from his companion's cervical bone, the assassin in front of him felt a hidden error and wanted to turn his head.

Knock.

His back of the brain recessed a small piece.

Both bodies fell down and were instantly dragged back into the alley.