Super Detective in the Fictional World

The next time, Luke and his team essentially swept past this routine and scared away a lot of chat groups.

One word —— bluff!

There's no way to catch them. I've been too lazy to catch them all my life.

However, they cannot ignore the possibility of multiple fights and even shootings, culminating in riots with a chain reaction, from point to point.

Soon after ten o'clock, Luke and his team completed their "two hours of volunteer overtime” assignment tonight.

Serena is already reporting to the main station, completing shifts, replacing them with two colleagues from the Organized Crime Bureau, Richie and Kajit, who patrol the neighborhood.

The relationship between the two colleagues was much closer than that of the patrol police.

At the very least, the Bureau of Police and the Bureau of Organized Crime Investigation should actually be classified as "Departments", both subordinate to the NYPD Headquarters Bureau of Investigation, and have been working together for quite some time.

Serena also briefed the two colleagues on the patrol just now, preparing them for tonight's work.

They're nice, too, or are they... more pleasant?

At HQ, Selena's impressions are much deeper than Luke's, and who's going to make HQ look like a woman detective?

Selena's face, body, and temperament are all three things, and they're called the “Four Kings," or even the "Two Kings.”

Selena receives flowers, cards, small gifts with corners, and invitations to dine and play, all at this level.

In contrast, while Luke is handsome, there are few people in the NYPD male-dominated field community who follow him.

Most of the female police officers who followed him were too old to have access to him, and few had the pleasure of pulling down their faces and chasing him hard, keeping him low profile.

Selena hung up and said, "Close? ”

Luke: “OK. Want to come home for a snack? ”

Selena frowned for a moment and nodded: "Eat some or the ride won't be perfect tonight. ”

Luke: “Actually, snacks are sweet, and there's no meat. ”

Selena: “Of course, I'm not a gold nugget, just eating sweet, sweet foods can be stupid. ”

Some dumb dog head: (chuckles)?

The two of them chatted and turned around and headed south to Stark Tower.

After a few minutes of driving, Luke saw a car parked on the side of the road with a built-in police light, and he had to laugh: "Kajit, they're working. ”

Selena glanced, not interested: "They're all here, we can hurry home. ”

Luke, um, stepped on the throttle and drove across the driveway from the police car.

The two cars were staggered and quickly distanced more than 50 meters away.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and then there was the broken and scattered sound of the rare, loud glass debris.

Luke looked in the rearview mirror and Selena turned her head at the same time.

In the vicinity of his colleague Kajit's police car, a huge figure landed and stepped out of the ground with a huge crack.

Kajit and Richie reacted slowly, and a second later, they rolled into their car, pulling their guns, and nodded to check the situation.

There are not many cars on the street at this moment, and Luke hits the steering wheel with a swing tail to complete the steering.

Selena also turned her head, and in the rapidly turning car, her hands were steady as they had been, and she quickly started all kinds of monitoring equipment, saying first: “That thing doesn't look like a human. ”

Luke listened to the results reported by the monitoring device, and he looked at the giant human monster: “A man's belly is not that big, and his mouth is not that big. ”

Selena grabbed the walkie-talkie: "Don't fire, don't fire. ”

She's trying to remind Cajit to slow down so she and Luke can get close to backup.

The warning sounds came out of the audio and echoed back in the street, unfortunately a step late.

Richie and Kajit are two veterans who react a little too quickly.

Faced with the broken window coming out of the fifth floor beside him and carrying a box of humanoid monsters, the two of them avoided observation, and the process of warning the guns proceeded quickly.

Less than five seconds later, the two of them passed away.

A human monster as tall as two meters smiled at them and shouted: “Fuck off. ”

Looking at that non-human ugly face, they cracked into the super big mouth of the back of their head, and the black teeth inside were disgusting, and they subconsciously pulled the trigger.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

A bean-like gunshot sounded.

The two veterans took the most routine operation in police regulations and emptied the magazine in one breath.

Changes in the gunning of United States police in recent years have had a significant impact on the shooting code.

Initially, police in many places were equipped with excessive military firearms or revolvers of great power, so a single or double hit was enough to “stop” criminals.

And then in practice, the police found that they didn't need a pistol that powerful.

This “artifact", which is well suited to the everyday use of the police in all its aspects, was even more popular with the younger generation of policemen at the time and has become the mainstream United States police rifle.

At this point, you also find two strikes a little unreliable.

Two shots within five metres were rifled with officers with a 0% hit rate, while Glock had plenty of ammo, and the three-strike rule naturally appeared.

However, this still fails to resolve the fact that many police officers continue to jump alive after three consecutive shots and return fire with their guns.

The United States police simply adopted the "till knock down” rule of shooting, which requires officers to keep a continuous output when shooting until the suspect is knocked down, confirming that the other party is not capable of responding.

Since then, it has been common for many police officers to shoot more than a dozen shots a second out of a new generation of "horsehair nests”.

In these cases, no lawyer would waste his energy attacking whether "so many guns are needed”.

Because it is the consensus of the police everywhere, it is to allow police officers to reduce their concerns when shooting.

From this point of view, the shooting of Richie and Kajit is absolutely fine.

The problem is that they are not confronted with “suspects” in the ordinary sense.

After more than 30 rounds of bullets were fired, the big mouth monster, 78 meters away, screamed and had more than a dozen bullet holes in his body.

In an emergency situation, the shooting rate of the two senior detectives approached 50 per cent and was already at the elite level.

But just under the eyes of both of them, the bullet hole in the Big Mouth Monster emitted a hinge of grey black smoke, its screams filled with pain, and its huge body rushed toward the two.

“Fako! ”

“Chet! ”

Almost simultaneously, they yelled at each other and hid behind the vehicle, preparing to separate each other by the vehicle.

At this point, a series of gunshots rang not far behind them.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Luke drove with one hand and raised the M500 with one hand, pulling the trigger without hesitation.

A long gunshot flame erupted on the muzzle, and five bullets had distinctly different time intervals, which were fired into three batches at the Big Mouth Monster.