Super Detective in the Fictional World

As the injection progressed, Luke didn't forget to pull a smoke bomb or two from each other, pulling out the safety and throwing it on all sides.

A panicked group of fighters began to retreat and found themselves surrounded by smoke.

While they avoided tears wearing gas masks, their vision remained severely affected.

“Retreat, stay alert.” The bald commander sitting on the helicopter reacted quickly.

But when he gave the order, Luke pounded down four or five fighters.

The remaining twenty men followed orders and retreated close before exiting the area, which was completely covered in smoke. A smoke bomb flew into the vicinity of the assembled team, like a precision missile, and was again covered in smoke.

The sound of a puffing anesthesia gun in the smoke stopped being heard in the earpiece.

The bald-headed commander sitting on the helicopter looked at the smoke below and bit his teeth and ordered: "Go, go to the north dock. ”

The driver hesitated: “The person below...”

"They must have been hit by anesthesia, and the attackers didn't want to kill them, so come back later and take them away. Let's go over to the pier and see if Team B can catch those two targets. ”

The driver also asked unconsciously, afraid to disobey the order, and immediately turned the helicopter north.

Luke's ears moved, primary sound waves and acute hearing, and he listened to the conversation between the bald commander and the driver.

Looking at the two rapidly departing helicopters, he showed a mockery at the corner of his mouth and quickly collected the equipment of the combatants at the start.

Without storage space, he had to teach to raze.

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Carol and Lorna, buried on the pier like little beasts surrounded by hunting, rushed to the pier nervously, but the second trap awaited them unknowingly.

The trap was set in motion when the two women saw the pier more than 100 metres away and were slightly relaxed.

At that time, they happened to enter an open flat area near the pier, and suddenly more than a dozen people stood on the ground around them.

They were like groundhogs hiding in a pit, instantly lifting their heads straight up in disguise, and the anesthesia bullets flew from all directions as they pounded.

Carol, who was running in front of her, reacted quickly, pushed herself under her feet, barely dodging the frontal attack, and the three anesthetic rounds behind her still shot into her back.

In just a second or two, she felt numb and a little blurred.

A little later Lorna was even more unprepared, just trying to jump up and hit five anesthetic rounds, pounding on the ground.

“Cease fire!” One voice shouted: "Medical soldier, go up there and give target one first aid. She's overdosed with anesthetic, which will affect future experiments. ”

Carol held his hands on the ground and raised his head hard.

Her primary self-healing was not weak against the anesthetic, but three shots in a row also deprived her of most of her strength over time.

It would take at least a few minutes for her body to get rid of the effects of the anesthetic, but these people wouldn't give her the chance.

The other person knew the information about the two women quite well, and they came up and pressed her and tried to struggle, putting a restraint on her hands and feet.

Although her power is much greater than that of ordinary people, it is useless to face the restraints of this specialty directed at the physical strengthening class.

“Sir, Team B has successfully captured Targets One and Two.” The man who just yelled started contacting the bald commander.

Carol is gray.

By the time the dozens of combatants in the back arrive, the already slim chance of escape will be zero.

What am I supposed to do? She had a mess in her head, looking for possible opportunities: Wait, Luke! Luke's not here tonight. He's coming to save us.

Spin, another thought emerged: Luke didn't show up, but the Sentinel Secret Service came. Is he... No, he won't. He won't betray me!

Neither rational nor emotional, Carol didn't believe Luke would betray her.

But it was a coincidence that the Secret Service appeared tonight.

It's about 7: 50, almost eight o'clock from Luke and them.

The Sentinel Secret Service, surrounded by ambushes, looked as if it had been a plot for a long time, waiting for them to surrender.

Anesthetics, desperation, all sorts of suspicions keep Carol out of control of her mind.

Two minutes later, the two helicopters landed not far away.

The skinhead commander came down from the top, but quickly checked on the two women, identified them as the target of the operation, and waved his hand: "Put them on, I'll take them away immediately. ”

He said while walking to the helicopter: “There are also their accomplices in the back, the number is unknown, but they are very good at special operations, you should be careful...”

Whoa, whoa!

A slight wind break suddenly gave the talkin 'bald commander a bad feeling.

He swept his gaze and saw a few familiar tiny round canisters flying into an open space lit by the surrounding lights.

Boom! Boom!

Still that familiar formula, familiar flavor.

The bald commander was blind with his glasses, but couldn't help but cry: Fako! You still coming?

Flash smoke shells fell in a series of halves, covering more than a dozen combatants.

It's over! The skinhead commander is more desperate than the Carol next door.

There were more than 30 people there before, and there was no movement in less than 10 seconds.

There's only a dozen people here, there's no hope!

Even worse, he landed the helicopter for time.

Who knew how fast the other side was not much slower than the helicopter, followed him and killed him.

Luckily, Luke was kind enough to give him an anesthesia bullet after solving more than a dozen players.

The bald-headed commander had a bloated eye and fell down slowly.

Luke came out of the smoke, picked up this bald commander, examined him for a moment, and threw him on the helicopter.

Then he walked up to Carol, looked at the restraint on her, held her up, and took her back to Lorna, who had fallen aside.

Lorna had too many anesthetic bullets, but had just been injected by these people, nothing dangerous, but still in a coma.

Luke took out the phony phone, attached it to the special restraint, dragged the bald commander's hand over again, and took a shot at it with his fingerprints.

The two green lights on the restraint illuminated simultaneously, and Carol's limbs detached from it in a slight clicking.

Luke pulls it off Carol, throws it out of the helicopter, and then takes off his gear and throws it on the floor with his bald head commander.

He would then take photographs of the faces of more than a dozen combatants on the scene, which would lead him to the driver's seat, throw out the driver who had passed out with his head crooked, start the helicopter, and take off quickly.

On the wasteland next to the pier, only a seven-point battalion fell there, much like a scene of a tragedy.

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