Super Detective in the Fictional World

The next morning, Selena had breakfast and looked at Luke and said, "What's wrong? ”

Luke ate something and said, “Hmm. The one we caught last night wasn't the only undead monster, and there was one over in Brooklyn. ”

Selena screamed, frowning: "Isn't this a lot of monsters? Otherwise, we would have had intelligence. ”

Luke: “Very little. I specifically screened intelligence last night, and there have been more than a dozen suspected cases across the United States in the first half of the year, scattered across cities. ”

Selena thought, "Actually, if Los Angeles' Champion Bruce hadn't gotten involved, he wouldn't have exposed himself, would he? ”

Luke nodded: "Don't forget the Asian old man with the banana and the big blonde wave, who belong to a secret agency that specializes in hunting this undead monster and dies without a single shot. Smartphones were not popular before, and there was little video evidence left at the time of the incident. ”

Selena: "What are you going to do? ”

Luke shrugged: “I've put two single black-net launchers on the side of the car, a reinforced black-net launcher. But it's not necessary to use the enhanced version. ”

Selena: “Why? ”

Luke: “Just wait and see for yourself. ”

Half an hour later, Selena went down to the garage on the first floor, took out the reinforced black net launcher from behind the car, turned it in front of her, and looked amazingly: “Wow, this big guy is so cool. ”

Luke can say anything.

This enhanced version is basically based on the shape of the MK19 automatic grenade launcher, although the caliber has been expanded to 50MM.

Besides, it uses a bullet chain.

It also means that as long as the bullet chain is sufficient, it can protrude.

That's why Luke ordered Selina not to use it until she was absolutely sure.

It's very expensive to analyze.

The NYPD cannot be equipped with this kind of heartbreaking equipment, and the two of them are easily noticeable.

That is, Luke is habitually safe first, ready, otherwise two single black-net launchers are enough.

……

There were no problems during the patrol that evening.

But on the night tour, he caught another undead monster.

When Luke tied this three-metre tall, elongated bamboo pole into a sausage with a rope dart, two “acquaintances" appeared - an Asian old man with a fisherman's hat and a blonde wave in a golden wrapped skirt.

When he saw the big banana in the big wave, Luke's brain turned electrically, suddenly blocked in front of the bamboo rod essence, and raised his hand hard to block the bullet that emitted the faint blue light, but the body was invisible.

The next moment, Luke stunned.

System: Special fusion psychic energy received, this fusion ratio has been backed up and can be cloned.

What the hell? He looks at the little old man and the big wave across the street, and he sees two different faces.

The little old man smiled bitterly and seemed to want to say something.

The big wave was very dissatisfied: "Damn, what a mess you live for! Waste my bullets, it's a quota, so many dead people, not enough bullets. ”

After “wasting my bullets," it became an alien language for $# @ % *, and Luke had no idea what she was talking about.

The big wave doesn't care if he understands or not, the big banana in his hand pulls again and another blue-ray bullet exits.

This time, Luke didn't stop it.

Blu-ray bullets swept over his head, hitting a bamboo pole.

The big wave was shot in the chest with a bamboo pole, blocked by Luke's hands up.

Now he doesn't raise his hand, of course he can't block the head of a three-meter tall bamboo pole.

Boom!

The twisting bamboo rod is stiff, screaming, turning into a grey black smoke, quickly turning grey and white, and finally disappearing into the air.

Luke flies back to his hand with a stroke.

Insert the rope dart back into the waist, and the blood-red lens on the mask looks at the two: “Who are you? ”

Big wave: “Whatever you do, beat the crap out of you. Humph, leave me alone... whoo!”

The little old man covered his mouth and chuckled: "Sorry, she's menopausal. But we're part of a special division, and you can let us know if you see this dead guy again. ”

Luke Rao was interested: “How do I notify you? Call or text? ”

Little old man touched it twice in his pants pocket and pulled out something dark and threw it at him.

Luke raises his hand and catches it: "Is this a... BB? ”

Though his face was all over his helmet, the little old man across the street seemed to see the expression "you're fucking kidding me" and said, “See those three buttons? From left to right, the first one presses us, the second one presses us, and then you can talk to us, and the third is a message. ”

Luke couldn't help but defame himself: But why be a BB machine? Crazy bastards.

He nodded, putting away this thing, which looks like a BB machine, but it's actually a magic satellite phone thing: “What are they? ”

Little old man is a little helpless: "Well, not that I don't want to, but you don't understand either. ”

Luke: "Hmm? So tell me, what if I get it? ”

Little old man: "Well, they're actually * % ¥# #, can you understand that? ”

Luke: “I don't understand. Which alien language are you? ”

Little old man stalls: “So I can't help it, as long as I # ¥% *, you won't understand. ”

Luke nodded thoughtfully: "I think I know what's going on. Okay, I'll be in touch. ”

He said, the flame of light sprayed up behind him and went out after more than ten meters of air. The cape changed into a gliding wing and swept away.

The little old man looked at Luke with envy and muttered: “It's so cool to be able to fly. If I were still alive, I would have to be Batman's iron powder... Oops. ”

The little old man was punched to the ground, and the big wave retracted his fist with hatred: "I'm a fucking man. Put your hands on my mouth again, and I'll tie you to the back of the car for a day. ”

The little old man covered his face with grief: “Who keeps you talking nonsense? Batman's not a bad guy. He can still help us lock down those dead guys. Why do you smell so bad? Are you jealous that people are prettier than you? ”

The waves hummed silently and turned to their old cars.

Little old man climbs up and follows: "Wait, aren't you ashamed? ”

Big Wave: "Bullshit. What am I ashamed of? ”

Little old man: "He is not a policeman, but a messenger of justice. You were a cop, but because of greed... Oops!"

Little old man squatting with his head again.

Big wave retracts fist: “Just because you have a lot of fart, didn't that fart ghost's serial fart feed you yesterday! ”

Little old man climbed out of the ground again complaining and sat in the co-pilot: “Say something, why don't you be reasonable? ”