Super Detective in the Fictional World

The team leader is the third lowest in the rankings of the deaths of the two teams, with only the last two companions left in front of him.

As the two men leaned against the shelves and walls and guarded the passageway between the shelves, Luke pulled the axe out of the long throat of the group, spreading his arms outward, while striking their neck side.

Looking at the blood stained there on the axe, Luke stopped decisively and gave up the murder weapon.

The first few were cut in the back of the neck without much bleeding, and finally the three were cut into large blood vessels.

This axe can't be taken anymore, or he'll dump his customized suit full of blood.

With that in mind, he looked again at the surrounding walls and still chose a pair of modern crafts - the Western Sword.

It's embarrassing to kill someone in a collection, antique weapons are still good.

Luke couldn't help but whisper as soon as he got his hands on both swords: it turned out to be something made by some fever buddies.

They have extremely sloppy golden hollow guards that are much more robust in overall texture than antiques and mimic eighteenth-century styles.

Far beyond the weight of modern fencing supplies, impractical hollow guards, and consistently poor weights, prove fully that this is the greatest use or setting for imitation fencing, and the manufacturer never considered that one day they will be used in action.

A product of Master Martial Road criticizes the level of production of this pair of swords, with both swords hanging on each side of the body, and the footsteps drifting lightly.

This is an auxiliary capability developed by the elementary mind, which can be used to pad and strap clothes to float, and the function of silencing action is worth studying.

Ten bandits in the right-hand corridor are retreating rapidly, less than ten seconds from the first shooting.

Night vision images of these bandits, with immediate surveillance from the commander.

So he immediately discovered that there was a problem with the 10 people in the left aisle, decisively ordered the right group to come back to pressure, and the bandits outside sent 20 people in again.

As a result, only about 80 troops remained in the first 100 units of the operation.

Fifty people outside the collection and thirty inside.

Meanwhile, the commander started another separate channel and whispered, “He's on the second floor. ”

There are only two gentle taps across the street, indicating receipt, and there will be no further movement.

The commander breathed out and refocused his attention on the battlefield.

If he can, he wants 10 players left on his side to live, so he doesn't have to play.

As for the teammates, the commander has no hope of surviving.

That's a very small chance of being pressed out of the dice with the dice.

The outcome of the battle will ultimately depend on the hand of John the Night Demon and on his side's real cards.

Neither side of the battle was under his control.

He's just a chess player, not a chess player.

All that can be done is to wait for fate to come.

……

The music still echoes in the collection.

When Luke switched the phone on to the broadcast system, he chose the single-song loop.

It would continue to sound like this, concealing the sound of some of his actions, mainly the death of these bandits, for easy breaking.

And for him with a primary sound wave, a suitable BGM would not affect his performance.

More than this moment he raised his head and looked across the ceiling at a window on the third floor, his eyes flashing with excitement.

There's a master coming in! And still three.

However, he pressed his impulse to find these two masters.

There are 10 more bandits on the second floor and 20 more on the first floor.

The masters are roasted ducks, delicious, ripe, they can't fly.

But the bandits were scrambled yellow beans. If they pushed too hard, they might scatter, and he didn't have much time to find them.

So eat these yellow beans before you eat them, and then enjoy the roasted duck.

With this in mind, Luke's actions accelerated suddenly, taking off from the two rows of museum shelves in a light, leaping fish through the two rows of museum shelves and inserting them obliquely into the right channel.

After plundering the shelf, the heads of the two night-vision monitors appeared in front of him.

It's two broken people.

When the two groups on the left collapsed, the commander immediately reminded them that they had been attacked backwards by the Night Demon, so the last two were facing backwards on guard.

But Luke slipped in from the middle of the latter and the forward, and he burst out from above the museum shelf in the blind spot of sight of the ten.

The commander's immediate surveillance is naturally unable to detect his presence.

Luke stabbed two swords in his hand, which is also the best way for them to attack.

Like the tip of a sharp cone of swords, it penetrates precisely into the back neck of two post-amputation bandits and snaps in the crevices of their cervical vertebrae.

Gently retract with your feet, swing your hands back before turning around, and stab the back of the neck of the two bandits behind your back with two points of the tip of your sword.

Shh!

Less than half a second later, the four bandits went straight to the brink of death.

This is more suitable for the length and shape of a sword than a stiff, short, chopped axe.

And stabbing is definitely the fastest way to attack.

It fell into Luke's hands, and this pair of fancy antique swords turned into a real murder weapon.

Just now, the axe split ten bandits, with some fussy meaning, this sword stab is a killing technique completely for efficiency.

Luke's footsteps were drifting on the ground, and this time the sword was in his hand, he was not worried about splashing blood on himself.

The wrists trembled and the original slender sword appeared slightly curved, picking out the bandits walking around.

A little cold star flashed through the night air, and several bandits who saw Luke's figure couldn't even scream and were swept down their throats.

I couldn't scream, I couldn't move, I had to die rigidly.

Luke's last two swords were thrown out, keeping them out of the eyes of the two bandits and nailing them to the walls and the ground.

The bandits around them remained in the position before the sword, and a few seconds later, seven or eight bodies landed on the floor in a series of pounding communications.

Luke grabbed the pair of Arab curves he had already seen next to him.

Same antiques, same exaggerated styles, bright colors.

The golden knife handle, the elongated knife body of a large sickle bent like a staggered opening, is their most striking feature.

Grabbing the machetes, he drifted towards the stairwell.

Twenty new arrivals are rushing to the second floor, a black figure floating from the side.

Before the six men entering the second floor had reacted, Luke's feet were padded on the wall and his body turned, while the two machetes smoothly wiped the neck of the two slightly below the staircase on the second floor.

Standing on the corner armrest, he borrowed one body and the elongated machete rotated with his extended arm, pulling out two oblique arcs in the air.

Slightly down the neck of the two men who were stepping on the upper half of the stairs in the upward slice of the machete, the two bandits caught sight of the junction.

The spinning shadow took off towards the lower half of the staircase, and when the first two knives swung down, the tactical goggles on the faces of the two bandits cracked open and the mouth was neat and clean.