Super Detective in the Fictional World

Less than ten seconds later, Luke came out in his black uniform and took the place of this guy.

If a few black uniforms next to him can be seen in close proximity, he will find much less gear, bulletproof helmets and top uniforms are just so-so covers, and pants and shoes are similar in colour but not changed.

Luke walked and checked his hands for microflushes and magazines.

The weight of the microflush is incorrect, and it seems that the vast majority of the components are engineered plastic, and even strangely, the barrel does not have the same texture as metal.

The bullets in the magazine are not ordinary bullets either.

Recently he liked playing with anesthetic bombs and immediately confirmed that it was a microflush of anesthesia.

This thing is rare.

Anesthesia guns are common, they look like rifles, and it's no wonder they're small like a pen.

But anesthesia is obviously a pursuit of firepower, or coverage, but it's also about catching targets alive.

This equipment is also intended to capture psychics.

And a group of people, dressed in black combat uniforms, appeared here in the middle of the night without any markings, searching for Carol and her.

This is the Sentinel Secret Service!

As he pondered, he heard voices coming from the snatched headphones: "Two women were spotted, confirming that the target of the operation was correct, and they were fleeing north to keep up. ”

Luke leaped slightly, pointing his toes together, and went up to the tree, which was seven or eight meters high, looking north.

More than a hundred metres away, the figure of two girls under a helicopter searchlight flashed between the bushes without escaping his acute vision.

Carol and Lorna!

He had just discovered the scent of two people in the vicinity, and at this point it was perfectly certain that the helicopter and the combatants were coming towards them.

Crooked his neck, the corner of his mouth in Luke's mask rose: Let me see what the Sentinel Secret Service is!

He had just knocked the combatant out, robbed each other of their equipment, and the system had not responded.

Neither experience gained nor points deducted, no reminder of any kind, obviously there is no time to deal with him during the system transformation.

In case he's not going to kill anybody today.

But looking at the anesthesia in his hand, he smiled happily: Look, how thoughtful!

The next moment, his shadow disappeared in the tree.

Meanwhile, Carol and Lorna are in crisis.

Two helicopters flying at high altitude are fairly high and are specially designed for Lorna's superpowers.

If she's going to get these two helicopters off, she's going to have to focus on her abilities.

More than thirty SWAT fighters in black uniforms are approaching quickly.

Once she stood still, she would soon be discovered, and a large number of special narcotics rounds would follow, bringing her into uniform.

She also has a lot of trouble dealing with Secret Service combatants.

Their equipment is also specially made, without metal parts and with ceramic inserts, and ordinary attacks can hardly hurt them.

Especially in the immediate circumstances, she simply cannot concentrate on attacking these people with precision.

Carol is no longer as cowardly as she usually is at this moment, and her small body bows very low, like a wildcat about to strike, full of vigilance.

Suddenly, she said, "Lorna, I'll hold them off. You go first. ”

Lorna refused without hesitation: "No, let's go out together. ”

Carol was calm: "No, they were too prepared this time. I couldn't get out of the helicopter lock, but you could fly out for a short time. Once you get to the north dock, there's plenty of metal in there, and they can't help you. ”

Lorna still refuses: “It's only two kilometers and we're going out together. This time, I... will no longer be merciful to them. ”

In the talking room, two metal knives floated in her hand.

Carol: “No. We're not bad guys, we're not criminals. And kill their people, and they'll send more men to get us. ”

Lorna doesn't want Gandhi to come: "But we're going to get caught. ”

Carol: "What if they catch only one of us? ”

Lorna opened her mouth and couldn't speak.

As long as she kills, they are caught together or alone, and Carol is likely to be caught tonight.

Two girls lacking moral strength and experience, empty beyond the abilities of many ordinary people, feel the dilemma of moving forward and backward for a moment.

But soon they won't have to worry about it.

Bang, bang!

Two unusually crisp gunshots were fired and the searchlights of the two helicopters in the air went out.

Both parties present were stunned.

And then Lorna was happy, and Carol didn't hesitate to whisper, “Go. ”

In the dark, they rushed north.

Carol's lean figure, like a spirit cat, leaps across the bushes.

Then she burst out violently, her feet slipped on the chest of a black battle suit, pushed the man out seven or eight meters, rolled over the ground for several laps before stopping.

With the reaction of this slip, her little body turned empty and slipped another black uniform five or six meters away again.

An escape route appears.

Immediately after Lorna, like losing most of her gravity, she flew five or six meters lightly every step of the way, not carol fast, but not affected by any terrain debris, and then rushed out.

Without any hesitation, the two women ran away.

The Sentinel Secret Service had captured several of their companions, who had no courage and determination to confront them, but had to run when they had the chance, and the two women had missed a good play behind them.

After those two gunshots, a black battle suit commander sounded in Luke's earpiece: "Attention, they are armed. ”

The corner of his mouth rose and several small round tank needles from the combatant were pulled out and the celestial lady flowered all the way.

Powerful force, precise throw, extremely fast speed, allowing these tiny canisters to continuously blow up among combatants in two seconds.

A few smokes, a few blind dog-eyed flashes, appeared in this dark wilderness.

Luke even heard some of the fighters screaming like losers, presumably mayhem fake, flower Q, etc.

For this stinking mouth, he decisively copied the anesthesia on his chest and ran into the smoke.

Pfft! Pfft!

The motion of the anesthesia rush was close to silencing the pistol, the bullet was clearly powerless and could hit 350 meters, but enough to bully Carol.

It's also enough for someone who's almost certain of a 10-meter shootout.

With the spreading of those smoke bombs, Luke entered the deserted land and rushed into it, almost immediately reaching the combatants' necks and giving them anesthesia measures one by one.

First class anesthesia flushed slightly, stunned by his use of the syringe.