Super Detective in the Fictional World

This is a gunfight technique - altered, also known as a low-profile version.

These shooting movements are essentially dominated by the wrists of the small arms and are fairly small in magnitude. The arc of each movement is both brief and rapid, connected once at a time, like a wave, and stacked in layers.

It is suitable for people with normal health and acute reflex nerves.

Like Matt, John Wick, they're all perfect for using this revamped martial arts technique to compensate for the speed of hand movement with reaction and skill.

Selena's learning, too, this martial arts.

Claire will be interested in learning later.

As for Luke's ability to dance with his hands, almost a magical full version of martial arts, which requires too much physical fitness, John Wick is definitely unusable.

And V used full gun fighting in Mud Tank Park, so John's vest could only be reworked with this more skill-oriented version.

“On the left, he's on the left.” Two snipers with walkie-talkies watched the killers fall like wheat cutters, forced to crack their liver and warn their peers wildly.

Boom!

Once again, two shock bombs detonated, flooding their shouts.

At this point, the remote-controlled shots were fired less than five seconds from the warehouse.

Gunshots and three shock bombs just got caught up in the frequency of every second, without giving the killers much thought.

But there are still too many veterans in this assassin.

The fastest responders have lifted their guns and looked around themselves.

The thug in the dark glittering like a slide, Carton's approaching suit, appeared in the sight of these people.

“Left! ”

“Left! ”

The two top veterans did not hesitate and shouted.

They don't have any extra bullshit, it's just the simplest word, and all the colleagues here will understand what they mean.

At the same time, the guns in their hands fired wildly.

Another of the fastest responding veterans silently threw a flash bomb behind him before the two shouted, exactly where Luke approached.

Most of the killers have yet to turn their heads, almost all facing flash shells on their backs or sides.

Therefore, this flash is the most threatening to Luke, the attacker, effectively blocking his attack speed and disrupting the attack rhythm.

Two old men who were shooting at each other whispered in the palm of their hands, but had to admit that their peers were old and hot, and all bowed their heads.

This technique is quite effective and might have worked if it had been replaced by other opponents.

But they're not dealing with the real John Wick, they're dealing with an equipment maniac with Tony Stark's technical abilities.

The polarizing mirror on Luke's face almost instantly turned into a piece of silver and white, like a mirror, but his movements didn't stop and he continued to rush.

Boom!

In a whisper, the blind white light sparkles, making it brighter by night.

The original dark factory space was instantly snowy.

“Flower Q!” Several snipers in the rear factory made a full shout.

They were unprotected for the flash bomb that had suddenly been thrown in the dark. After all, it was close to 100 metres apart, and neither the scope nor the telescope could see much of the area.

But almost all of their sights fell in front of the Luke route, which is exactly where the flare landed.

Suddenly, their Kryptonite eyes couldn't bear it, and after the white light flashed, they felt the world was dark.

A few snipers feel cold: this time, I'm afraid it's gone.

Their eyes will take at least a few minutes to recover and the battle will never be possible, at most enough to run.

Once those colleagues couldn't kill John the Night Demon, they didn't even get a chance to run.

They couldn't see, but they heard a series of gunshots in their ears.

But for ten seconds, the gunshot dropped rapidly.

The battle ended so quickly? Several snipers have already felt a strong breath of death.

Luke was not surprised when the flash bomb burst on the open ground in front of the factory a moment ago: steady.

Those who do not escape the flare will be blind and will lose their fighting power altogether.

The person who dodged the flare had at least two seconds to adapt to the rapidly changing light before he could re-lock his position.

Except for one person.

The tactical goggles worn by the old man who threw out the flash also had strong light protection, and the flash explosion time was completely unexpected by this man, so his bullet almost flew in after the flash.

He moves quickly, but with far too little accuracy.

Luke didn't use the full version of the martial arts super fast movement, and the skill shape of the reproduction martial arts was normal, but every move between operations was misleading.

The bullet fired by this old man was rubbed from Luke in vain, but it was always a thousand miles away.

The feeling of shooting each time tells this man that he can shoot Luke, but Luke's next move is always unexpected.

In two seconds, he fired more than a dozen bullets, none of them hitting Luke.

Luke crooked in the group of killers, his hands dancing, and the killers fell.

By the time this old man got out of the wrong way and pulled the trigger, it was too late to sweep across.

It lasted less than three seconds, from the time the flash flashed until he fired more than a dozen bullets, and Luke's footsteps and double guns continued.

Even if he only used a modified close combat technique, two pistols fired an average of four rounds per second.

More importantly, even at the speed of a normal man's small escape, he burst into the heart of the killer's arc formation, with four or five killers capped in ten metres per second.

In three seconds, he pushed from left to right and flattened, moving more than twenty meters.

The past is full of lying down screaming or brain-blowing killers.

Whether they reacted slowly or not, they did not escape a single shot within 10 metres.

At this point, the old man who threw the flash also entered the range of 10 meters.

Luke smiled as both eyes glanced at each other for a moment.

Old hand creeps: John the Night Demon never laughs when he kills.

Pfft!

A bullet broke through his goggles, his old hand was stiff, his face was still frightened, his body had been taken backwards by the bullet, leaning against the abandoned machine behind him, and he remained still.

This was the last person to be shot in the raid, and the only person who witnessed Luke's killing from beginning to end.

He has a keen sense of battle, mastery and skill in battle, but can only endure greater despair.

He watched Luke slaughter his peers, who were restricted by his flash shell, with a speed of movement that was not very fast.

Finally, he watched as Luke rushed to a short distance and shot himself.

At the moment before his death, he was suddenly: John the Night Demon, far stronger than he thought he would be, unjustly defeated.

The gunshot finally paused briefly.

From the start of the Luke raid until now, just over 10 seconds later, two Glocks were emptied, and each of the thirty-four killers received one bullet.