Super Detective in the Fictional World

After counting the interest, an individual figure appeared quietly at the various portals and windows, presenting a siege.

They silently measured him with their eyes.

Several people's hands were stupidly moving, but eventually they held on.

The bodies of the five named killers are still sufficiently deterrent, at least more effective than the bodies of more than a hundred ordinary killers.

For a while, the air in the plant was nearly clotted.

Isolated Luke did not have much movement, but, like a sloppy tiger, indifferently measured a bunch of wolves in a favorable position.

“Night Demon, what are you waiting for?” The old voice sounded and Sloane stepped out of a dark passage and looked at him with a wrinkled brow.

Luke: “You. ”

Sloane: “Want to spare me? ”

Luke shook his head slightly: "No, I was just afraid you'd run away. ”

Sloane's eyes flashed: "So what are you waiting for now? ”

Luke looked back at him and suddenly smiled: "No, don't get me wrong. I'm not talking about you, I just want to say that all of you... are garbage. ”

In the last half of the sentence, thirteen named killers, including Sloane, didn't understand it at all.

Still Sloane, the quickest way to react: this is what the fuck... is meant to be a joke?

Feeling his IQ, he felt the strongest insult ever, and he drank it in black: “You want to die. ”

Others didn't react too slowly, it was delayed by less than 0.1 seconds, and they all reacted, and they all looked like they ate shi.

Luke closed his eyes, opened his arms and sighed: “The world is so beautiful...”

“Kill!” Sloane didn't mean any more bullshit. He gave the order.

The assassins all raised their guns.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

“I shouldn't have been grumpy...” Luke's voice echoed in the factory and was still clearly heard in the dense gunfire.

Pfft!

A namesake killer traveling in the textile room blew his head off, and the black suit figure behind the silk thread flashed away, leaving a series of bullets empty.

“This is not good...” The calm voice continues to sound.

Pfft!

The second named killer approached the gunpoint with his own head, and a short distance of one metre left him in no time to dodge and get shot in the eyebrow.

“Not good...”

Pfft!

The short phrase, accompanied by a rushed second shot, hit the third named killer who was pounding through the orbit.

“Only love...”

Pfft!

Nearly invisible black figures instantly flashed over a ten-meter distance from two textiles.

“and justice...”

Pfft!

After two textile machines, the fourth killer of the fifth name collapsed, all with one bullet in the head.

“Only for eternity...”

Pfft!

The sixth named killer, fearful, tried to turn around and see the black figure coming from behind him, and the back of his brain blew a bunch of blood flowers, his body slammed on the textile machine, and a large chunk of blood stained the cotton cloth that was forming and woven into a strange pattern of color.

“Bringing the world...”

Pfft!

The seventh named killer ran wild and tried to escape from the factory.

The black figure, which he could never see, passed in front of him, sending a bullet into his brain.

“New life...”

Pfft!

The eighth named killer jumped up the window and was shot in the temple by an arc bullet coming from the side. The joy of escaping the day of birth was still on his face, but he was not breathing.

“So I look forward to...”

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

“World peace! ”

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

In the last two sentences, a stormy bullet flew out, like a fierce soldier surrounding his opponent, spinning suddenly towards the remaining four named killers.

“No!” two weak chickens, who had been shot by Luke at the earliest, moaned again.

It was only at this moment that they discovered that the two bullets fired by Luke actually came out of S-shape in the air.

Where's the "S" in arc shooting? You raspy! This thought flashed through their hearts and their heads burst.

And the other two, unharmed, had long been prioritized by four S-rounds of ammunition, and had jumped the streets before even screaming.

Tranquility was restored in the factory.

Luke continued to look up and spread his arms as intoxicatingly as a star who had just finished his stampede.

And ten meters away, Sloane's old face was dark and black.

Twelve killers with extraordinary abilities, just like that.

They are stronger and faster, so they die faster.

They are not more resistant than the ordinary killers of the previous days when the iron heart is brushing off their Luke.

Sixty and eighty percent of students are scum for a 100 percent exam.

And the reason why Xuba took the exam was because it was only one percent.

No matter what kind of scum, only what happens when it is crushed to ashes.

In the face of Luke, neither the average killer nor these named killers are too far off.

So they died in this factory in less than five seconds.

Sloane's eyes flashed and finally opened her mouth: "You are not the Night Demon. ”

Luke slowly opened his eyes, lowered his head and looked at the old man, still smiling slightly: “Congratulations, you got it. ”

Sloane stared at him for a moment and said again: "Murder, poetry, strength is still so strong...”

He suddenly said, "You're the V! V without a smiley face mask! ”

Luke smiled again: "Yes, you were right again. Now I've decided to choose you as the only lucky audience who died on the spot. ”

Pfft!

He raised his hand and shot him twice.

Sloane slipped away from the two guns while an antique Mauser pistol appeared in his hand.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Four bullets actually flew in with arc ballistics.

Luke was slightly surprised, but he just flattened his side, making way for Sloane's attack, and he laughed: “It seems you're not the Sloane I know. ”

That being said, he was shot twice in the hand without hesitation.

Sloane wandered away again and finally faded: “Young man, you know nothing about power! ”

During the conversation, he raised his hand and raised his gun, his arm turned into a shadow. Mauser kept firing. He rushed straight towards Luke, which meant a close gun fight.

Luke squinted his eyes and greeted him with no indication of weakness. Double fire broke out and went straight back.

The full version of the martial arts was reactivated, explosive force and super strong physical qualities kept his body from dodging for a small amount of time, completely avoiding the bullets fired.

And Sloane across the street... There was no dodging, and her body pulled out a straight shadow and pounded.

Luke found that the bullets that hit Sloane left only one bullet hole in him.