Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke's wide palm went up and pinched the dove's throat and pressed her body against the wall.

The dove tried to yell, but barely breathed in a little air, and the palm of her neck completely controlled her voice and breathing.

Then she heard someone whispering in her ear, “Tell me, who asked you to kill me? ”

The dove felt his hands slightly loose around his neck and couldn't help but bite his teeth and ask, "Who are you? ”

John the Night Demon's name, she has heard, is not strong enough to instantly kill her and the Night Wolf.

She suspects she has met other masters.

“John Wick. Some people call me the Night Devil.” The voice is still calm: “Go ahead, who asked you to kill me? ”

The pigeon's brain spins and tries to find a chance to fight back so he and the Night Wolf can survive.

And the next moment, she just said, “Santino d 'Antonio. ”

She stood still when she spoke.

And the person behind it didn't stop: "Are you a mutual aid club? ”

“Yes.” The dove answered again in seconds.

She suddenly panicked: "You, do you have mental control? ”

Otherwise, she'd start balding herself before she thought about answering.

Luke's mouth rose: Oh, this is more horrible than spiritual control. Ma'am.

In the desperate eyes of the dove, she was carried into the room, a question-and-answer process that lasted five minutes.

But apart from the initial question about Santino commissioning them to kill, the latter question is all about the current situation of the Mutual Aid Society.

She feels bad: this Night Demon, you want to play the Mutual Aid idea?

Unfortunately, even if she understood, she could only tell the truth.

After questioning the information he wanted, he asked the final question: "How many innocent people have you killed yourself? ”

The dove resisted, but still said the answer quite honestly: “I don't know, maybe five or six, maybe seven or eight, I don't know if these people are guilty, but Sloane gave me the list and said it was the Heavenly Woven. ”

Luke: “So fateful weaving machines are just an excuse, you know some people don't have to die, right? ”

The dove looked desperate: "Yes. I know several people haven't committed a crime at all, but Sloane said they'd be bad guys in the future, so I killed them. ”

Luke nodded: “Any last words? ”

The pigeon's mind flashed: “You said you'd let us go if you dodged a bullet. ”

Luke sighed and shook his head with regret: "I am a man of my word. But I didn't shoot you, and you fell, and that's just because you're too weak. ”

The dove looked desperate: “You liar, I curse...”

Knock.

Retracting his fist, Luke looked at the woman who drowned his head and sighed: “Bad people, they don't deserve to ask. ”

A moment later, the dove disappeared and the scene was simply cleaned up.

As for the Night Wolf, Luke had been punched to death in the aisle a few minutes earlier, and when Luke took the dove into the room for questioning, the body of the Night Wolf was taken into space number one.

Now, the killers are neat and neat.

It doesn't exist.

The dove knew about her indiscriminate killing of innocent people, but she still did what Sloane told her to do.

Such people, men and women alike, deserve to die.

After processing this pair of "foreign aid", the time is also not needed for 10 minutes.

The guards of the museum over a hundred meters away, no one heard a few gunshots, and the banquet was just beginning.

Luke touched the museum through the back door and walked to the front hall.

It's the main place for the banquet, almost all the guests are there, and Santino should be there.

But as he walked past one of the corridors behind the museum, he stunned, looking at the other side corridor, and immediately changed direction and walked past.

Half a minute later, he looks at the next silver flashing explosion-proof door on the monitor's head, and he's laughing: Interesting, Santino, you're a pretty slippery golden cicada.

Keeping it invisible, he placed a decoder on the code lock of the explosion-proof door and a series of data streams flashed across the decoder.

Less than thirty seconds later, the password locked and turned on the green indicator, turning it on silently and silently, while Luke retracted the codec and jumped up.

Five seconds later, the door opened completely.

Seven or eight bodyguards looked out the door nervously and found it as if it were empty.

The gate is the same size as a straight lane more than ten meters outside the door, without any blind spots, and there is no possibility of someone hiding it.

The head of the bodyguard picks up the walkie-talkie: "Boss, there's nobody out there. ”

The walkie-talkie was quiet for a moment, sending Santino's voice: "Got it. Fako, what a fucking door! When this is over, I'm going to sue the insurance company for bankruptcy..."

No one noticed that when the door slowly opened, a slightly distorted, transparent shadow touched through the door, hoisted over the ceiling like a spider, and fell silently seven or eight meters behind the bodyguard.

This is an underground living room over 200 square meters in size.

The entrance is a large lobby, where the bodyguards stay, before entering the living room and a few rooms for living.

The smell of the two men was so obvious that it was Santino and his close-knit short-haired bodyguard.

But Luke didn't go looking for them right away.

Quietly stood in the corner of the living room for a moment, allowing a sensitive sense of smell to complete the reconnaissance of the underground space.

Indeed, in addition to the explosion-proof doors that come in, there is a safe passage to Santino's bedroom.

Then Luke started the operation and headed straight for the... surveillance room.

This is where you can monitor the basement at all times and alert all bodyguards to the key location.

And when he just dived in, the optical camouflage would certainly still cause some image anomalies.

If you look carefully at the people watching you, you're likely to notice something's wrong.

Of course, it's nothing. Santino has to die.

But before he dies, the amount of residual value Luke can extract from him depends on how smooth the operation goes.

Even the forces of this dark world, Krumora, have proven to be much more dedicated than ordinary companies, especially when it comes to watching surveillance, which inevitably lazy them.

Keeping an eye on constant surveillance for a long time and discovering all the suspicious situations, that's really not what people can do.

Smart programs are better suited to watching this kind of thing than people, and this basement living room obviously doesn't have this kind of high tech.

Luke didn't even get too close, pulled out the anesthesia pistol at the entrance of the monitoring room, tapped and shot each of the four security guards watching the surveillance, checked the surveillance equipment, made sure there was no wireless transmission, stored off-site, then turned it off and left.

Then there were the guards in the entrance hall, who were also invisible. He was suddenly anesthetized with a lightning bolt, two guns in a row.