Super Detective in the Fictional World

The bandits who chased Luke began to put down the night vision on his helmet, and a few seconds later four five-man teams touched in through several doors, and someone set a trap outside, locking one of the entrances and exits.

In this way, the Night Demon can't fly.

Both sides will fight in this building until the winning battle is resolved.

Luke, who quickly went up to the third floor, looked at the sudden darkness of the building and laughed: Looks like he doesn't know the title Night Demon very well!

Replace the magazine with a pair of magazines at will and plug them back into his waist, lifting his hand to remove a pair of handicrafts from the wall.

This three-storey house is average in shape, but it has few windows and doors, few rooms, and it has all those one-storey museum shelves with all kinds of cold weapons on it.

So there's no windows here, because it's not for people, it's a collection of cold weapons.

It is unclear to Luke whether these cold weapons are antiquities, but there are a number of weapon styles and scents that are obsolete, and many are clearly imitations of modern craftsmanship.

These cold weapons come in many styles, ranging from finger knives, military knives, short swords, long swords, two-handed swords, to machetes, machetes, horse knives, and other shackles, shields, hooks and sickles, long guns, and hammers.

Luke had just taken down a weapon, but it was a pair of one-handed axes.

The axe is 40 cm long, the axe is compact and sophisticated, and has a complex etched pattern on it.

Rather than say they are weapons, they are modern crafts.

Luke can smell the chemicals on it, which are left over from etching the ax pattern.

But he won't take them away, it doesn't count as illegally obtaining other people's belongings, cut a few people with it, save some royalties before leaving, the system dad won't deduct points.

Walking through a place, Luke's eyes suddenly moved and stopped.

Spin, he stood in front of a line, put an axe in his back waist, hit the drum for a moment, attached a smartphone to the line, and then sent a BGM to the North Star and clicked Play.

Sharpening is boring, but life has to be fun, and someone decides to have a little fun for their trip.

At this moment, the four teams entered the building and were looking for Luke as they covered each other.

Apart from the slight sandstone of footsteps, there was silence in the building.

Suddenly, the bandits were frightened by a dense drum point ranging from light to heavy.

Then the saxophone sandwiched in the drums, and a burst of waves struck, and the rhythm was like a flood in the dark, accumulating strength until it erupted.

The bandits understood that this was a movement coming from the collection's broadcast system.

Everyone felt compelled to increase their vigilance, and the commanders outside were even more solemn: "Steady, don't rush. Reduce the propulsion speed and be ready to fire. ”

On the third floor, Luke held two axes and swayed to the side of the floor, sliding towards the stairwell, not slowly following a loud drum.

The axe in his hands alternated and he followed the beat, shaking his body and head, stepping down to the second floor.

Then he wandered into the museum shelf next to him, his eyes squinting, marching forward, gauging the weapons on the museum shelf and enjoying this rare quiet time.

Four bandit groups quickly completed a search on the ground floor, and nothing was found and assembled at the stairwell.

The leader turns around, puts out some tactical sign language, and then taps the bandit behind him, indicating it.

A row of mermaids went up.

Listening to that slight but crisp series of footsteps, Luke laughed at the corner of his mouth, still dancing his axe in the museum frame, sliding forward in small steps.

Four groups went up to the second floor, and there was still that weird music in their ears, and the music was getting rushed, and it seemed like it was about to climax.

Eliminate tension in the mind, and the four groups move in two directions.

Then one of the bandits at the front of the right suddenly pulled the trigger off his hand.

Puffing broke the harmonious sound of music and all the bandits immediately surrounded the place.

Two groups proceeded from the passage on the left side of the staircase, while the two groups scattered on the right side of the firing passage.

Just as they rushed forward, Luke escaped from the siege of both sides, jumping a few small steps above the museum frame, as comfortable as a child trampling a rock across the river.

Finally, the moment he plunged off the museum shelf, his mind propped up his foot just right, exhaling the falling force of his body and standing silently in the left channel.

In front of him are two groups of ten bandits... the back of his head.

Luke's heart hummed the rhythm, perfectly fitting the music of the broadcast system, and his footsteps were like sliding over the ice to the two groups in front of him.

Craft axe The snowy axe blade is like the fangs of a beast, rising high and falling quietly.

If two similar pieces of flesh and bone were torn apart, the last two bandits were stiff and did not fall down for a while.

Luke specializes in choosing when their feet will land and their weight will be most stable and certainly won't let them jump right out of the street.

They didn't die instantly, they just cut off their cervical nerves, and they had time to witness their own attack - from their teammates in front.

In the night vision, a figure comes out of their midst, his body bows slightly, his hands holding an ax?

He moved fast, but stepped on the beat of the music, his body and axe swinging in rhythm.

This guy... he's still dancing?

The hearts of two dying bandits are filled with puzzles: why dance? Who the hell did you meet?

Just in the midst of the doubts and frustrations of the two, they saw the shadow of the man with his hands and axes suddenly flowering, and the two companions stood on the spot.

And they were suddenly like, "So this is how I died."

With this thought, consciousness falls into eternal darkness.

Luke didn't care about the extra temporary lookout behind him, he just spinned and jumped, even waving an ax with his hands closed.

Junior martial arts mastery is not a gift for nothing.

Though there are few opportunities to use an axe, and this pair of axes is new, he is like a veteran who has been immersed in the path for more than a decade.

The axe looks pretty, but the center of gravity is unstable and by no means a good weapon for action.

But in his hands, they were like a pair of obedient elves, dancing in his dance pose.

The sound of the music and the slight noise of the group's own advances masked the movement of the axe breaking the flesh and neck bones.

Luke floated across the bandits' ranks in a near-skilled gesture.

Pay attention to the two groups temporarily in front of him like a wooden stake on his back, with an axe in his hand, one axe at a time.

Until the team leader in the forward position twists his head and habitually wants to see the players behind him follow up, he feels a blossom in front of him and a cold throat.

With his eyes wide open, he didn't know what was happening, and suddenly his body was pressed against the wall by an axe, and he was just like that, leaning against it.