Super Detective in the Fictional World

Fifty-seven! Luke silently counted the two bodies into space one.

Those dark corner alleys, stairs, rooftops, unmanned rooms became the best hunting grounds for him from the point of entering this complex, unsupervised area.

In this reserved hunting ground, he killed almost twenty more killers.

Again, this group does not have less than 200 experience points, and even one has more than 500 experience points.

More than 200 weak chickens, more than four percent boss, but three.

This can only indicate that this group of killers has committed more crimes and none of them deserve to die.

No gunshots, no blood, no corpses, quiet for more than 10 minutes, nearly 7,000 experience points in hand, which is an environmentally friendly brush score.

If NYPD knew, it would definitely award itself the most enthusiastic Social Killer Award, with no added burden on them.

Almost twenty killers have died, yet the others are unaware, much less afraid to flee.

In just two or three hours, the place will be calm again, and no one will know what happened here.

Whether it's killers, mainland hotels, or high tables, they don't know.

System Daddy bless, please keep yourself steady and make this big deal! He was mindful.

Boom, boom, boom! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Luke Frown: What's going on?

After looking at the drone in the direction of the shooting, he found a familiar voice, and he had to whisper to Ma Xiaohong. What's wrong with this guy? I've come to Harlem myself, and I can still meet him. This guy has such a good ear?

But he knew it was probably the Clinton area, and Matt ran a little farther tonight.

It's my fault! Clean Clinton up a little too badly! Luke was helpless, not too anxious.

Matt was wearing that uniform with obvious features, and at first glance he knew it wasn't John, and the killers were not interested in attacking him proactively.

As long as they don't get sieged, that dark red suit will still hold a few bullets.

But watching Matt knock out a killer with a few sticks and throw him in the trash, Luke's mouth twitched: You didn't kill anyone, but this hand was black, not much worse than a knee crusher.

On the scene, the killer's hands and feet were beaten with a short stick, and the curvature of the curve was weird, and he was properly disabled for the second half of his life.

And so he thought, he didn't look any further, he moved invisibly further away.

Tonight is a split feast. He has no choice but to keep the battlefield a little further away.

A moment later, shots were fired, and the killers moved further north as John the Night Demon suddenly exposed his trail.

Five minutes later, Luke frowned.

Looking at the drone, Matt, once again torn apart with two killers, ran past 10,000 grass horses in his heart.

Not only did Matt come after us, he also found two killers again.

Fortunately, the close-knit fighting ability of the two killers was significantly worse than that of Matt. He was too busy with his hands and feet behind him to take over. Otherwise, Lawyer Ma would be shot again.

Matt can't get involved in this again. That's what Luke thought.

Tonight was John's official collision with the high table killer, and the clashes between the two sides will intensify.

Matt fought hard here and was easily suspected of being John's accomplice.

With the urine of a high table, it's the right thing to do. Street vigilantes like Matt are worried about confidentiality and can easily be identified as bosses.

Soon, Luke regained his invisibility and quickly approached Matt's position.

……

Matt gasped and hit the back of his head with a hard elbow.

The Asian fat man with the general figure of sumo suddenly slowed down, he was anti-beating, but he didn't have long fat on his back of his head, and he wasn't much better at fighting than the average person.

Matt was hit twice by him and finally found the opportunity to ride behind him, with a powerful elbow blow.

With another heavy elbow blow, this incredibly powerful fat man beneath him finally flipped his eyes, bent his legs, and fell to the ground, making a dull burst of noise.

Matt was powerless, lying there for half a day and not moving for seconds.

It's too hard! He beat up a lot of people, but tough opponents like this fat guy are rare.

His two short sticks smothered on each other, letting Fatty shake his fat oil a few times at most, and screaming one more time won't respond.

The other guy hit him several times, especially the last time, and almost knocked him out.

Who the hell is that John the Night Demon?

How strong would John the Devil be at night if all these killers were at the same level as this fat guy? Matt cursed in his heart.

Suddenly, he moved.

In his hearing perception, there was a man who was not breathing and had no heartbeat coming from behind him.

A second ago, he didn't even realize he existed.

John the Night Demon! Only this super killer, who is good at hiding himself, will be able to do this.

Matt's brain spins, and one rolls around trying to avoid each other.

But only halfway through the rolling motion, he paused, and a sharp noise of unusual stings penetrated his eardrum.

Hearing acutely, he was instantly stiff and immobile.

What the hell is this? Matt was horrified.

In fact, he was quiet and there was no sharp noise.

This sound can only be distinguished by Matt's extraordinary hearing.

The small instrument slide cover in Luke's hand switches off and the activated red light goes out.

Looking at Ma Xiaohong, he was extremely satisfied: you guys are looking everywhere for beatings, I really don't think I can cure you!

This little device is an infrasound weapon invented by Major Tony, and Obadiah has personally tested humans on Major General, which can instantly cause physical rigidity and paralysis.

Most of the time, Luke was not required to use such a special weapon and was easily exposed.

It would be more appropriate to deal with Lawyer Ma, a martial arts expert who is not easy to beat and is particularly flexible.

That's one thing down.

An infrasound weapon that needs to be placed within 30 centimeters of ordinary people's ears to be effective, but it works five meters away from Matt.

Matt, who plays close fights every day, has no chance.

Matt tried so hard to get his body moving, he could be uncontrolled and his ears were buzzing.

Luke touched a gun and pointed it at his palm.

Ta!

Anesthetic? Mayhem...!

Matt's stiff body suddenly softened as his eyes stared at the extraordinary warhead coming out of his palm.

Luke walked over, pulled the anesthesia warhead out of his palm, touched the fat killer next to him, pulled out his pistol and raised his hand.

Bang, bang!

Fatty and his companions struggling to escape seven or eight meters away, each with an extra hole in their head.

Dropping the gun on the fat guy, Luke dragged Matt into the apartment building next to him.

Soon he found an old apartment that had been uninhabited for many days, stuffed someone who cared about his business under his bedroom bed and turned around and left.