Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke's side of the operation was as fierce as a tiger's, and the little old man finally came back and said: “There's no time, come and help me if you can! Fuckin 'hell, Fako! Come on, we have to kill them before we can # ¥% @..."

Speaking of which, the communication was interrupted.

Luke frowned, not angry.

The two little old men, though quaint, did not do anything harmful to ordinary people, but hunted ghosts specifically.

And they're under weird restrictions, unable to tell some secrets, and there's a lot of fighting going on over there, and it would be nice to have a moment to shout for help.

The gang must help! Luke asked that sentence just to see if the weird weather on Staten Island had anything to do with the dead.

Now, that guess seems to be true.

In the meantime, splitting by accelerating a full-blown North Battle Armor, it spanned more than thirty kilometers after seventy seconds, from Queens to the southwest corner of Staten Island.

But more disturbing situations have emerged.

A giant swirl unfolded slowly over the sky, which corresponds to the center point of the ground vortex.

From the beginning, it's been expanding, and the black cloud spreads, revealing a space of black holes, and then a big shadow of grey and black comes out of this space, swarming with vortex lightning.

Lower Luke also saw the ground vortex center.

Little old man and big waves are fighting a bunch of dead guys.

At this time, the little old man suddenly became powerful and launched a death strike against a large number of dead people not far away. The blue light of the two toys in his hand kept shining out, and instantly pierced a hole in the defense line of the dead.

Big waves flashed out at the same time, one more on the toy big banana in my hand... Pull the shit out of it? biu dropped a shot out.

Pulling the fecal treasure just went through a hole created by the little old man and sucked on a golden trapezoidal column more than two meters high.

Big waves slip a broken stake, hold the toy big banana in your hands, and a rope on the head of the banana starts to automatically retrieve, pulling the ejected fecal treasure back.

A dead ghost near a golden pillar changed his face and yelled, “No! ”

Too late.

Luke's ears seemed to hear a "chirp," and he pulled a crucifix-shaped piece out of the golden column.

This crucifix part is simply stuck in a groove in a golden trapezoidal column and is not really attached to the column before being pulled out in this way.

At the same time, the surrounding vortex stagnated sharply, shrinking and disappearing at a visible rate.

The supermassive whirlpool in the sky stopped spinning, and the diffused dark cloud circle retracted rapidly, recapturing the pitch-black space behind it.

The action was successful, and the little old man laughed and yelled, "Haines, you're fucked! ”

In his mouth, he had two “bananas” in his hand, and several bullets of blue light were ejected, directly killing several dead ghosts standing around.

The ghost called Haines was obviously a leader, and he smiled and looked up: “Come on down, guys, let's reverse the underworld tunnel! Ah ~”

A blue light crossed and hit his head.

Haines' face was stunned, screamed, and burst into grey and black smoke, completely ruined.

This chain of things didn't last long, from the young old man to the big wave to pull the shit out of the baby and then the little old man killed the ghost leader for less than five seconds.

That's when Luke arrived, and his revolvers started firing a golden bullet over a hundred meters away, killing all more than thirty dead people in the center.

While he was relieved, he was also a little depressed: just one step away! Piece of shit!

The big wave of blonde hair looks so loud, the hands and feet are so fast! Didn't even leave Luke with a chance to mix up the mission contribution rate!

He was sure that just a few moments earlier, helping the waves pull that cross, would slow down the contribution rate by at least 120 percentage points.

But now, the contribution rate should be dead.

Little old man and big wave are basically done.

So he looked over his head.

While completing the reversal of the old man and the big wave, a seriously injured woman also looked up at the night sky almost simultaneously.

In the air, a fine noise rapidly approached.

Alfred instantly marked a dense, numb red spot on the virtual projection, much more connected to a thick line, coming straight down from the newly closed swirl in the air.

At the same time, these dark shadows in Luke's eyes at high altitude have been able to distinguish the hidden human form.

“Dead man! The dead at the front have just broken out of the underworld corridor.” The little old man was full of frustration.

“Whatever you're afraid of, I'll kill you.” The waves are calm, but also show a deep sense of powerlessness.

Though the ghosts that rushed out before the closing of the underworld tunnel were only a small part of it, not even a dime, there were 800 children at first glance.

There's only two of them, and they can't kill ten of them with a bullet on them.

And this bunch of dead people obviously received a call before Haines was blown up, to rush down to reclaim the Underworld artifact, reopen the Underworld Gate, and reverse the rhythm of the passage.

The two of us tried so long before, but now we can't escape the fate of failure. This ending is so fucked up!

Luke glanced helplessly at the two little old men on the ground: damn, the little old man's sentence was another alien language that he didn't understand.

But seeing that swarm of dead people, he was in a completely different mood than the two of them.

Such a large group of... Experience Points, how wonderful! This pair of professional hunters on the ground obviously lost their ability to continue, so the more than 700 dead guys are all his dishes.

Take a deep breath and Luke opens his command to the armor intelligent program North Star: "Come on, give me a BMG at maximum volume! ”

“Which song? Sir." Arctic stars immediately asked.

“Well, open the Sound Zone, the basic Sound Drum Morning Clock... well, that's it.” Less than two seconds later, he completed the song selection process with a voice plus visual.

Looking up at the death squad that was approaching 500 meters in the sky, he muttered, “From today on, I'm going to be a man with BGM! No one in my BGM can beat me! ”

“Oh, that fairy, eat my grandson!” Chinese shouted in full circle, the auxiliary propulsion system behind him force, the brilliant flame of light pulled the elder, draw a straight upward straight line in the air, facing the death ghost crowd up.

The little old man on the ground, the big wave, the wounded woman were all stunned.

A huge and heavy bell was ringing in the sky with drums, and an equally huge voice sang their incomprehensible RAP at the same time: “Too royal, so lonely, so ghostly, so all-powerful...”