Super Detective in the Fictional World

Although Sloane is black, the contrast between blood and skin is not obvious.

But there's really no blood coming out of these bullet holes, and instead, there's a black fog of paint.

Sloane's movements are more unaffected than they are, but they jump faster.

Invalid physical damage?

Luke flashed this thought in his head, his two guns left, his hands wiped between his waists, and two army knives pulled out.

Sloane's Mauser pistol also shot out the magazine.

He threw the Mauser's pistol away and grabbed it with his face in his hand. He yelled, "You let me use the cards. Go to hell! ”

Pfft, pfft, pfft ~

Luke staggered past him instantly, and a series of dull cuts rang.

Sloane turned around violently, his face full of shock and anger: "Impossible. How could you be so strong! ”

At the end of the speech, more than a dozen wounds on his upper body erupted into a lot of black fog, covering most of his body.

Luke also turned around, without the smile on his face, and looked thoughtful: this dark fog smells like an old acquaintance.

Even ordinary people can smell strong sulphur and rotten odors from this dark mist.

Well, how come it smells so much like Murphysto's old monster?

Looking at Sloane's face and body across the street, there was an implicit distortion that seemed to turn into a dark mist.

Luke rushed up again, and the knife in his hand turned into two groups of spectacle, covering Sloane's upper body.

Even though Sloane had just been cut several dozen knives, he still had no choice of defense. A pair of fists called like rain. The action was old and spicy, and he was a master of close combat.

Big boss of the mutual aid club, Sloane, the old man who seems to be about to go into the coffin, the skill at the bottom of the box is the fist, not the gun?

That's fucking bullshit.

So Luke had an extra layer of invisible colorless on his two knives.

Primary extinction start.

Pfft! Pfft!

Again, dozens of knives of Sloane in seconds, but no more of the previous momentum, screaming and rolling on the ground.

Just now, two knives were attached by Luke to the primary annihilation.

At the moment of staggering, Sloane's two arms and two legs left home without hesitation.

He felt like he was hiding quite deeply, and the world was invincible, and he immediately jumped the street.

At this moment Sloane, the heart is broken.

This ability to physically and elementally damage ineffectiveness is a gift that he struggled to obtain from the Heavenly Woven.

This capability is so terrible and so practical.

With it, Sloane escaped from the desperate state of necessity several times.

The big boss behind the club and Daddy Kim is extremely powerful, but he still can't bypass him to take control of the club because he has this terrible ability.

The other party's only attempt was not to teach him a lesson, but to double his revenge.

Sloane didn't kill Master Kim directly, he just killed Master Kim's best bodyguard.

After that, everyone was safe.

He continues to control the mutual aid club, and Master Kim's father can only use the money to instruct the name killers to act.

The relationship is a little closer than hiring, but it's definitely not a master's choice.

And because of this ability, Sloane learned a variety of martial arts from the very beginning with a gun to the very end, making herself an incredibly powerful killing machine on both ends.

Physical damage is ineffective, and leaves his physical explosion without a duration limit.

Together, the rest of the club will be easily killed by him, so nobody dares to resist him.

But using the ability to invalidate an injury is costly and takes some time to prepare.

Sloane knew that the price would be terrible and he would never use it if he didn't, so he let his men get killed in a row, and he couldn't help it.

Just kill Luke, a powerful opponent, and it's worth losing some of your men.

With all the money and resources available to Master Kim, the reserve talent is recruited to train for three or five years, and the name killer can appear, and the mutual aid club can recover again.

And watching his men fight Luke, he's sure he can take out this rampant guy.

When the name killer dies, he knows he can't do it without it.

Even if there are dozens of guards out there, against John the Night Demon, it's just a bunch of turkey crocodiles.

The first half is the same as Sloane's imagination when it comes to automatic hands.

Luke's bullet didn't do him any good, replaced him with two knives, and he was just dying.

The black fog will soon return to his body, and he will be unharmed again.

Many powerful enemies, after seeing this situation, have suffered a psychological breakdown and fled directly.

He decided to strike a thunderbolt, grab the mess guy, and then slowly torture him to death in order to vent the anger of his men being killed.

Those named killers are very useful tools, and they're all dead. He's really a little upset.

But just for the second time, no, Luke was supposed to unilaterally “cut” the short, and Sloane was in bad luck.

The knife attached to him by the primary annihilation cut off his limbs easily.

But this time, there was no more black fog in his wound, as if something had sealed it, and even the removed limbs remained intact and scattered.

Not only that, but once the original incapacity is activated, the pain will be greatly reduced after the injury, and now the wound is in severe pain as if it were corroded by sulphuric acid.

Sloane struggled on the ground screaming with incredible fear in her eyes: "No, it's not possible. Why is this happening? ”

What about the immortal body God gave me? What about limb regeneration? And the pain is weakened? His mind was full of these thoughts, and even physical pain could not hold back these questions.

Luke took the knife back to the sheath and ignored the old man.

Sloane, who lost his limbs, was just an old fat sheep on the caseboard.

Picking up the two MP7s he had just thrown away from the ground, he quickly replaced the magazine and the shadow room rushed out of the factory.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

A gunshot sounded and the guards' alarmed calls were caught in it.

Then the gunshots became more and more sparse, and the shouts quickly disappeared, ending in silence outside.

And then Luke came back.

Sloane is trying to move and her body is worming like a maggot, fleeing towards a certain passage.

He walked faceless, took off his knife and landed, and took off a jio.

Pfft!

Duang!

Sloane was stuck, his gaze slowly moved down, and he saw his chest, his stomach... and then it was gone.

The lower abdomen has been kicked more than ten meters away by Luke.

Heavy pain came, and he cried out again.

Luke's head didn't go back to the factory, and the corner of his mouth curled: You can run without your hands and legs. I really thought you had abs! Cut your hips off and see if you can jump!