Super Detective in the Fictional World

Without any communication between the two names, the assassins completed a tacit cooperation and opened fire again blocking his approach, two of which were arc bullets.

They are well aware that their strength and this night demon are a little far off, but they are not alone in the battle.

In two seconds, the name killer will be able to get back three or five people.

And in five seconds, there will be more than ten returnees.

The Night Demon was even more powerful, and only then could he be struck as a wasp.

At this point, Luke was approaching about 10 meters for two people, slightly more on the left and slightly less on the right.

He had to get close to that distance to make sure he killed each other instantly.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Two guns were swinging in the room, and the left and right were each assigned three bullets.

They changed their faces and hid to the left and right, trying to distance themselves from each other, avoiding both being within the scope of his attack at the same time.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

The two men also took the opportunity to fire.

Hitting him can kill the Night Demon, failing to hit him can disrupt his attacks on his peers and create a counterattack opportunity.

Luke suddenly spins his body like a gyroscope at first glance, but his hands roll out to the left and right in turn.

Pup, pup, pup!

The two men, left and right, were assigned two more rounds each.

The faces of the four named killers suddenly changed dramatically, almost all shouting: "No! ”

“Impossible! ”

The “no” in front was yelled out by the two people Luke chased and the “impossible” in the back was yelled out by the two people at the door.

In the air, two bullets on the left and right pulled out strange curves and flew towards two people who were moving.

Pfft!

Left and right both shot in the head at the same time.

The two people at the door continued to scream subconsciously: "How can you arc...”

But Luke's rotation didn't stop.

Almost as the two beside him were killed, his hands spinning again rapidly along his body, throwing them out in a row.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

This time, two rounds of rain flew towards the door.

Two dead souls risked their lives, saying half a word and turning into a desperate howl: “No. ”

At this point, each of them needs to face a barrage of five bullets.

Worse still, the five bullets are all arc ballistics, and each arc is different.

In their acute vision, these bullets fly like a miniature cluster of missiles, with nowhere to hide.

Even if they shoot at the arc as well as they know it, they can make different arc ballistics, but all of the Mutual Aid clubs come one shot at a time.

It's like the Night Demon in front of you, but it's ten rounds in a row, different arcs, attacking two targets at the same time.

This is totally contrary to their worldview.

Between shocks, their brains couldn't figure out where the bullets were coming from, but they subconsciously tried to dodge one aspect.

Pfft!

Pfft!

The two men flew fast and their bodies suddenly softened and fell to the ground, rolling seven or eight laps before stopping.

The weaker one shot in the chest, the other stronger, just a hole in the head.

But none of them escaped the fate of death.

The rotation of Luke's body did not stop as a result, but his hands swayed more quickly.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

The remaining bullets in the two guns scattered down, carrying an arc of different trajectories, heading towards the darkness of several entrances.

Two muffled humming sounds and one of the original rapid footsteps stagnated.

Luke laughed in his heart: Two weak chickens? I couldn't hold two bullets this far. Bad reviews!

So he stopped and stood in the factory building, not slowly exiting the empty magazine of a gun: "Come in, I promise not to do it first. ”

Five people appeared at the three entrances.

Two of them looked ugly, one covering his arms and one covering his stomach.

In the same name as the killer, the two men were less powerful than the other three, and each was shot once.

The other three were unharmed and still pale.

They were also frightened in cold sweat by a sudden arc bullet.

Even if they are undamaged, they do not amount to fear.

Those rounds, if careless, could be the result of a single death shot.

Fighting between top killers is so dangerous.

Mint and instant death are just a few centimeters and a dozen centimeters away.

When Luke was changing magazines, a man flashed his eyes and raised his hand with a sharp lift.

Luke is pulling out a magazine that hasn't been replaced.

But right at the moment this man hands-on, he swings his right hand.

Pfft!

A bullet popped out of the chamber, drew an arc, and flew to the name killer, who wanted to pick up the cheap one.

Pfft!

The other four looked at the companion who wanted to do it.

At this moment, this man's temple has an extra hole, even if the smiling expression on his face has not changed, he can't die anymore.

Luke dropped his hand, the empty magazine on the right hand P226 slipped off, and the left hand magazine followed and filled in: “How did this man become a killer? Don't you know I deliberately left the last bullet in my chamber? ”

Four name killers look even worse, but there's a little fear in their eyes.

The person who died was not the strongest or weakest of the name killers.

This middle-class companion can't escape a single shot.

What's worse, the Night Demon is shooting with an arc?

Are you kidding me?

Physical explosion and arc shooting are the two main gatekeepers of the Mutual Aid Association's namesake killer.

It is with these two abilities that they can stand out from the myriad of ordinary killers and become legendary killers with extraordinary abilities.

Now it is impossible to reconcile with the fact that the leader of the family was actually used by an outsider to kill his companion in front of them.

But nobody did, because Luke already had a P226 with a magazine.

This is 20 rounds, and they don't think they can hold the other 20.

The four named killers who entered the factory first, but had already crossed the ground, are the most direct proof.

They're waiting.

The others should be here in a few seconds at the most.

They didn't know that the bullet ended with Luke applying a little extra energy.

With a little acceleration and steering, the bullet that could have dodged hits the target so easily.

Luke slowly replaced the magazine on the P226 and swept it in front of the guys.

Four people were sweating their hair upside down.

They're not ordinary people, and it's easy to see that Luke doesn't look at them with fear or even excitement, like when a kid counts cookies.

In fact, Luke is really mumbling at the moment: a thousand! A thousand! A thousand!

The five named killers who just died, on average, almost one thousand experience points, slightly more.

The four people in front of him, in his eyes, are really just four thousand figures.

After changing the magazine, his hands naturally drooped and his gaze slowly swept.