Super Detective in the Fictional World

With both hands pressing the release button simultaneously, two empty magazines slide off, and Luke's fingers gently snap the magazine bag between his waists, clutching them together with nobody's fingers, allowing the magazine to stand up.

The Glock on the left and right hand rotates toward the two magazines, loading is complete, the Glock on the right hand smoothly rubs down on the belt, the sleeve resets and tilts one finger.

Pfft!

One hand next to him pressed the wound on his thigh, while the other hand tried to resist with a gun and was shot in the slayer's face and lay down on the ground.

Glock on his left hand also rubbed his belt and the sleeve reset, swinging to the other side at will.

Pfft!

Another assassin shot in the ass was shot in the neck and the body struggling to crawl stopped moving.

Next, the sporadic gunfire echoed over the plant's open space.

Replenishing guns, is a sweep job.

Luke was never so-so about it.

Along with the slow gunshots, the murderers' screaming for forgiveness rapidly diminished and finally there was no sound.

……

In the Continental Hotel, Santino looks at the drone and stares at the dog: "WTF! ”

For a moment he stood up violently: “Impossible. He's seriously injured. Why is he so strong? Wait, why isn't this guy limping... Flower Q, his wound is fake! ”

Speaking of which, he understood that he had done more of this kind of crap, but he never thought that John Wick would do the same.

With this in mind, his face was blushing and angry and angry.

The short-haired woman clapped her hands on the side and caught his attention, her hands comparing to a sentence.

Santino's face changed dramatically: "Mutual Society martial arts? It's not possible. He can't join us at the same time and join a mutual aid club, which is not allowed at the high table. ”

Short-haired women also frowned and scratched another sentence momentarily later.

Santino: “You mean, just like martial arts, but not exactly? ”

Speaking of which, he looked at the picture, and he took the remote and played back that video.

After watching it several times, he nodded: “Indeed, his speed power is less than that of the Mutual Society's namesake killer, but it is only too precise and quick to move, it is only so powerful to kill. ”

Short-haired women nodded more than a word.

Santino walked back and forth: "Find a mutual help club to take care of him? Well, that's fine. The guys looked at their bosses very closely. Tell them that John Wick learned about the Mutual Society's martial arts, even arc shooting, and these guys will definitely get into trouble with him. Whoever triumphs over who loses, there is bound to be a greater conflict, when I may have the opportunity to go to Rome and complete the succession pageant. ”

Thinking about it, his eyes lit up: "That's it. ”

Short-haired women coughed slightly and compared him.

“By the way, we have to get the bodies collected first.” Santino looked ugly, pulled out his phone and dialed the number: “I'm Santino. Yes, Santino-Dantonio. I still have to book...”

He looked at the short-haired woman and saw that she was in a heavier mood than a number, but continued to say: "Dinner for sixty to eighty people, the address will be sent to you immediately, you only have one hour...”

……

Pfft!

On the roof behind the factory, Luke shoved his pistol back under his armpit, looked up into the sky and cast his last glance at the drone over a hundred metres high, turning not into darkness.

On the nearby roof, four blinded snipers failed to leave, all shot in the head.

These killers are not family tonight, but they are family friendly and neat at last.

Soon, Luke entered the sewer system in New York, and the light car headed north.

Tonight, he left the bodies of seventy-five killers in the Harlem district without the idea of washing the ground.

Just after his regiment wiped out the last of the killers, the nearby leaking fish suddenly scattered as birds and beasts.

Meanwhile, patrol police vehicles arrived everywhere at a junction 500 metres from the area of engagement, lifting the closure line.

According to police stations, headquarters ordered patrol police to seal off the perimeter and avoid intrusions by innocent passers-by.

And because the bandits were fierce and the numbers were unknown, the matter was left to ESU.

Patrol officers certainly have no opinions, and not everyone likes to rush into the scene of a shootout, including the police.

Patrol officers are more responsible for day-to-day policing than ESUs, and are as prone to heavy casualties as professional bandits.

At first glance, the order was reasonable.

At the same time, however, the incoming ESU team received another order to wait for the arrival of the other teams before entering under the unified command of the Commander-in-Chief.

The result of both orders was that no police officer approached hundreds of metres around the plant area.

With a slight spin in his head, Luke realized: this is a high table.

The large coalition of forces in the dark world is certainly not simple enough to influence the actions of NYPD in the dark, freeing up time and space for subsequent washings.

Of course, it is more likely that the high table will make it impractical for the police to take what is needed on both sides.

The high table wants to wash the floor, clear the traces of the actions of its own forces, and avoid widespread attention by society.

NYPD, on the other hand, looks at the wall, avoiding major losses and turning this shocking case into "unsubstantiated", and everyone is delighted.

And when he realized that, Luke stopped running errands about the laundry.

The last war before the factory was empty, when John the Night Demon killed those killers, most of them were filmed by drones.

That pile of bodies was numbered and drones were still watching over it.

Of course, Luke wouldn't use the storage space to get a bunch of bodies to disappear.

Dealing with corpses and space capabilities can be labels for V.

Previously there were more than 20 killers in New Jersey, who also died under surveillance, plus 75 in the Harlem district, killing more than 100 people.

And in Luke's space one, he stuffed more than forty assassins unwittingly.

Thus, the actual number of casualties of the assassins sent from the high table tonight is one hundred and forty-eight.

Less than 10 of these assassins have individual experience points of 200 +, most in the 300 + range, with a small portion of 400 +, five 500 +, contributing enough experience points to be at the top of 61,000.

The system is displayed at this time as: Host Experience 250600300000.

Points 266600.

Together with the “first half" in Rome the other day, Santino's Kramola homeowner battle has already earned Luke nearly 100,000 Experience Points.

The tall table, it's a super copy!

Besides, it's a linked copy.

After the first and second half of the game, there will be an overtime game to win and lose.

Santino, this guy and his bodyguards around him, will have a lot of experience points.

An event that breaks 100,000 experience points, even if it takes a lot of time back and forth, is extremely rare.

Currently, the experience of upgrading to level 18 is almost full, but can 500,000 experience of upgrading to level 19 fall on the high table?

Luke had a beautiful place in his heart, and he found an exit, and he drilled out the sewer.

A few dozen meters later, he entered a safe house, changed all his gear, and cleaned off the smell from his body before driving into the safe house and returning to the lab.

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