Super Detective in the Fictional World

At this moment, there are only a few ordinary killers left in the textile factory hiding in Cersei's shaking.

But Luke sensed they were all easily found, shot in the head.

Hide your asses, you bastards! Being a bad person is always ready to become an experience point. He muttered in his heart and walked into a freezer place.

A row of hooks hung with a fan of pork, which also contained several human bodies.

Some of the human body is fake, while others are real corpses.

Luke frowned.

He's not a cleanliness offender, and he doesn't care about cleanliness when he paints his experience points.

But the corpses were old and young, and they didn't look like professionals, but they had bullet holes in their bodies.

In his professional opinion, the cuts were obviously made before death, but the bullet holes were made after death.

These people, they tortured people to death with knives, and then they used corpses as targets.

Mutual Aid is such a heartbreaking act, rather disgusting, without even the most basic respect for the human person.

Stepping in, his head spinning slowly, seemed to be looking for something.

Suddenly, a piece of steel came out of two pieces of pork and went straight to Luke's rear waist, with a roar.

Luke had his eyes on his back and just turned around to avoid this sneak attack, but it was a cold light that struck his face.

His hands rubbed between his waists and his knives sheathed again.

In the thrill of choking, a huge posture, wearing a vest around the beard fat man slaughtered a knife, a hand of steel and Luke collided.

Three knives and a piece of steel wrapped around each other, and the steel blade pulled and saw violently.

The two move smoothly and quickly, although not in the same style, but both exhibit extremely skilled close-knit cold weapons fighting skills.

The difference is that the fat man who blew with the knife was always accompanied by a loud drink and was brutal and barbaric, like a monster.

Luke just waved his knife and remained silent from beginning to end.

And when the two men fought, the fat man's body crashed into the big pork, and Luke didn't even touch it once.

Just as Fatty yelled at the war, getting more excited, Luke suddenly said, "That's all you've got. Go away! ”

Fatty didn't understand what that meant, and felt the horrible force erupting on the knives.

Even if his health erupted, he was the one with the highest increase in strength in the mutual aid club, and there was no room for any resistance.

One knife at a time was stirred into the knife and the matte knife was like two vipers, gently sweeping past his wrists.

With his hands loose, the two weapons flew a few metres away, inserting two pieces of pork.

He looked shocked at this not strong opponent and opened his mouth to say something.

Luke didn't give him the chance, and the two knives turned into a shadow, waving up: "Too slow, you're too slow! Slowly hesitate, hesitate to defeat! Faster. Hide faster. You can't hide from a knife. You practiced dog shi knife! Piece of shit, fuck off. ”

A string of screams is as violent as two knives, striking the fat man physically and psychologically.

The fat man was like electric shock, swinging left and right in countless pieces of cut black arc, but never falling.

Only the black knife took the blood from him and turned it into a string of blood beads that threw out countless lines of blood throughout the slaughterhouse.

Until the scolding disappeared, Fatty gazed at Luke in front of him, his lips creeping: “Okay, so fast, fast knife...”

Boom!

His heavy body fell on his knees and then poured on the ground. A large piece of dark red blood poured out of him, contaminating a large area of the ground.

Luke, the army knife in his hand picked on the pork next to him, and the steel brace stood up and adjusted his head down at the knife's pick.

The knife swings and the side fans onto the steel braze handle.

Pfft!

The steel blew out and lay on the ground on the fat head with an extra flagpole.

Perfect!

This fat guy is called a butcher, and he's one of the name killers.

If he had anything in common with Luke's ghost butcher vest, it was murder.

Luke simply cleans up the bad guys and earns points, and this guy kills people not only for money, but also loves to slaughter innocent people with knives.

The butcher was a psychopath and loved being in this slaughterhouse, so he didn't participate in the fight just now.

But this guy's already in Luke's little black book, and he can't live.

Eighteen hundred and eighteen Experience Points to name the killer first, proving that this guy is bloody and has nothing left to die for.

Too much, Luke roamed the entire textile mill, throwing things like cash, weapons, continental gold coins, information, and medicinal bath raw materials all into storage.

He returned to his place and brought Sloane, who was only half dead, into the slaughterhouse.

I found a hook and hung the old man up, and he said, "Go ahead, tell your father behind you. ”

Sloane's eyes flashed: “I don't know... ah ~”

Before he finished, he screamed out with a bend.

Luke's knife floated over him and a piece of black meat fell off: "It's okay, there's plenty of room for you to cut off, and your immortal body is so powerful, I don't have to worry about you dying. ”

He was sure the old man wanted to live and escape before he could die.

Otherwise, Sloane promises to die quickly as long as this abnormal state of immortality is lifted.

Shaking his head in his heart: perhaps not so fast, some of those who have been slashed in the waist can live long enough to write a tragic word on the legs of others - and they have to be traditional.

But Sloane had a hard mouth, and his weird black body had little pain, and he didn't even need to breathe, and the inducers were largely ineffective.

Only primary annihilation can bring this guy intense pain.

Luke still cut off a bunch of fat cow tablets before pulling a lot of information out of his mouth.

Even so, the old man was very dishonest.

When asked about the raw materials for the medicine bath, he repeatedly lied, unfortunately he did not know that Luke had investigated the information in advance.

Apart from the most important, detailed location of the raw materials that are the subject of the drug bath, other Luke knows.

Sloane didn't have much effect on Luke, even if he was emotionally aggressive and killed himself directly.

Naturally, Luke, with no hesitation, gave him another cut, ensuring that the finished fat cow tablets were as thin as cicada wings, almost transparent, so that he finally got the news of this main ingredient.

It's an extract of a strange flower deep in the Amazon jungle, which is called Blood Orchid in some of the native tribes.

Sloane set up a hidden planting base there, only for himself, and nobody at the mutual aid club knew.

When he heard the appearance of the blood extract, Luke moved in his heart and lifted his hand and touched a little syringe bottle in his pocket: "Is this it? ”