Super Detective in the Fictional World

At this point, Francis threw the axe to the side and flew back at a faster speed, sweeping towards Luke.

Angel caught the axe and threw it back, then she grabbed a big steel pipe next to her and swept it across.

Steel pipes bring out the whining wind in the air.

Luke suddenly stopped and retreated, his left hand dagger unleashed the rotating axe, and his right hand dagger dotted the steel pipe again.

Boo!

In a loud metal bang, his body floated backwards and backwards several steps.

The steel pipe also lagged behind, without even touching his corner.

Angel, surprised by the sudden attack, had loosened his hands, thrown away a long steel pipe, pushed under his feet and stepped on the ground, leaving a series of deep footprints.

In her mouth, she shouted, her fists pushed forward, and the target was Luke's upper body.

Luke laughed again, two daggers slipped back into her waist and opened his hands to her fist.

Boom!

A dull thunderstorm sounded and the waves burst out of the fists of the two men, blowing sand and dust around them, forming a rapidly expanding circle.

Angel's constantly desperate face finally revealed a sense of surprise and a sense of ghost.

Her abilities are super physical, super powerful, and a punch or two tons of strength is normal.

And just now, when this blows up, the average home sedan gets hit by her seven or eight meters.

She also knew that V was a good shot, and that the moment he fought Francis, he was flexible and powerful.

But V-front took her hard with her hands, and she didn't back off, which was a joke.

Angel, however, is not a barbarian bull who eats by force alone and doesn't fool around with his hands all the time with Cape Luke.

Extremely experienced in combat, she was surprised that the conditions below reflected her right foot and kicked it into Luke's ankle.

Whoever the enemy is, the battle power must be greatly diminished after breaking one leg.

Luke shouted softly, holding her fist against her hands, his right hand pressed her left fist to his left, his body moved forward and pulled closer to each other, thus avoiding the other's swept leg.

His left hand pressed against each other's chest with a note of gossip.

At the moment when his palms were about to be implemented, his initially slightly concave palms were suddenly pressed against each other, and a "qi” spit out in a shocking situation, bombarding each other.

Boom!

What a bouncing force! Luke's heart was shocked and his left palm felt like a rubber wall, hiding a tendency to bounce back.

This thought flashed past, his left knee not forgetting, and the oblique top was swept over the other thigh.

Angela snorted, ignoring the pain in her thighs and chest, and grabbed Luke's center leg with her right hand.

Luke shouted in his heart and hurriedly lowered his right leg, while his left palm retracted, and he had to do it again.

Angela felt her chest tight and searched her right hand toward his chest.

Squeak!

Her fingertips scratched the rubbing sound of the stings on the chest armor of the V-shaped uniform, and she couldn't find any force.

Without waiting for her to react, Luke pushed the second gossip on his left hand again.

Boom!

This time, Angela was hit by a slightly oblique palm force and her legs floated briefly, finally screaming with pain in her mouth: "Ah! ”

But while screaming, her two hands had locked his right hand, pulled hard, and with this pressure point, lifted her legs up, her legs up, clamped to his neck.

Crucifix!

Luke instantly understood Angel's intentions, but the corner of his mouth beneath the mask was even higher.

Apart from Frank D'Amico, the big dealer, this is the second fierce man to dare use articulation against Armor.

The armor in the V-shaped uniform is indeed weak, and most positions are made of soft materials to maintain flexibility.

So Luke kept calling it a uniform, because at first glance it didn't look as tough as Iron Man and Batman.

But in fact, most of Angel's first double punch was borne by the ancillary exoskeleton of the suit, and Luke himself accounted for only about a third of the force.

When she grabbed the chest, she went black again and caught the chest armor of the composite material without grabbing the collar.

Now, she's on for the third time.

Angela was quick to move, and the usual brain damage appeared.

She had no idea that Luke was wearing a suit of armor and was not an ordinary opponent, so she misjudged him three times in a row.

Luke just lifted his left hand and stopped it in front of him, leaving this crucified leg motion stuck at the end.

Angela pushed her legs hard, but found that they were never close.

Luke's left hand was like a cast of steel, immobile.

But he was also surprised.

Victoria, the Roman mythical Victory Goddess, has been calling the police for 12% of the damage to her uniform, and the damage continues to grow.

Angela's weird powers also exceeded his expectations.

While 12% of the damage to the suit was due to her earliest double punch, it's a little bizarre that the V-shaped suit's exoskeleton system is also rapidly increasing with two leg clamps.

I don't know who dares to be her boyfriend.

Luke had to think of a lifetime ago when he saw a woman performing a watermelon with her legs broken and an average of two seconds clamping one.

The watermelon exploded, the red tongue finely shredded, and the watermelon juice flowed all over the place.

And when this Angela is overjoyed, will her boyfriend end up with those watermelons?

Unless you're looking for an Iron Peach Creek, I'd say barely survive!

Just momentarily, Luke erased the inexplicably flashing shots.

He refocused his attention on Angeli, who was trying to get his life scissors out of uniform, and suddenly his body shocked and looked at Francis not far away.

At this moment, he felt several strange fluctuations mixed together, coming from four directions, covering his area.

Francis did not take the opportunity to escape when Luke was fighting Angela, but merely curled the smile on his face and looked at the scene indifferently, his hand pulling the knife from his leg, looking ready to strike.

The moment was long overdue for him to plunge decisively into Luke's thigh with a knife.

Almost at the same moment, Luke sighed: “I wanted to fight you, who knows you started playing technology? ”

Francis' knife was about to be stuck in his thigh, and his heart was trembling, but his hands didn't stop, but he stabbed him hard.

Luke was dragged to death by Angela, his right palm stretched between his chest, pressed up in the most convenient position, and the blue and white arc lit up on the armor of his hand.

Pfft!

Nutrition!

Angela was struggling to control his movements, and her chest was sore and she was convulsed.

Although her hands and feet remained intact, her entire body was electrostatically rigid and could no longer unleash its horrible power.