Super Detective in the Fictional World

The soldiers split the two ways, and the two most forward members of the surrounding team bowed out.

Luke's left and right hands were flown at the same time, and four flying knives disappeared. The four bandit fingers just pulled the trigger and one fell with his head.

Two men were knifed in the head and the other two in the chest.

But it did not affect the attack by the bandits behind it, and again four people followed.

Had it not been for the narrow passage here, they would certainly have pushed more people one by one, but only two or two more now.

This is also Luke's chosen location, surrounded by tall, low, and misplaced cabinets, best suited to an early enemy.

Besides, he always moves a little faster than the bandits.

When the four knives were thrown out, his hands grabbed the four military knives on the table and threw them out again to the left and right, while his body jumped up and jumped over the counter in front of him, accelerating under his feet, and his body slammed into a single tall cabinet two meters away.

Boom and scream simultaneously.

The second group of four masqueraded bandits were again killed and seriously injured, but no one was following them anymore.

Luke crashed into the high cabinet without stopping, and continued to rush forward, breaking through from the mouth of the array of bandit pockets to a deeper position.

But passive traps are not the same as active attacks.

While pouring down the high cabinet, he had pulled out two military knives from the waist and threw them at the right and left bandits in parallel positions.

His impact was too fast, and all these people's attention was in the front lane, and they didn't have time to turn to the side.

The two bandits suddenly added two knives to the side of their brains, killing them in seconds.

Luke's toe fell and rushed forward again.

Boom!

The second cabinet was squeezed down and Luke ran smoothly into the bottom of the enclosure, wiping his hands across the waist again, and the two military knives ejected again, centering on the brains of the two bandits at two and ten o'clock.

His eyes sparkled with excitement, his hands slipped down in a suit, bowed down and turned around, avoiding several bullets swept behind him.

Hands suddenly broke out, the wind broke down and a string of bandits fell at three and nine o'clock.

Gently at the toe, his figure turned and backfired, and his suit rose without hindering him from touching the last two military knives between his waists.

This time his hands went down and up, sending out two army knives with a more labour-saving "throw position", turning the apparent bandit again into a knife in the chest of two.

Less than 10 seconds later, the other 30 people just entered fell 18.

This shocked the attacking bandits and silenced the commanders outside.

In just a few seconds, three elements of the killer's compulsory lesson - quick and precise, played out by Luke.

The knife is lethal, the knife must be centered, it never stops.

Surprise also appeared in the dark surrounding his three eyes, but there was no sense of fear.

Until now, everything Luke has shown remains within normal human boundaries.

They were surprised that the previous information seemed to mention only the precision of John the Night Demon's marksmanship and did not specifically indicate that he was so skilled in cold weapons.

But that's all.

It just so happens that any of the three of them can crush John the Night Demon on this fast.

Quick, hard and powerful, but once you meet a faster opponent, that's pointless.

But the three of them didn't do it right away, and the real time was almost up.

At this moment, Luke killed 18 people in a row, but he was truly surrounded and threw the knife off his belt.

He rolled over one by one and pounced over a counter, standing in the same position as the bullet broke the glass.

Without hesitation, he punched himself into the counter next to him, grabbed two Roman swords inside, and threw the museum shelf seven or eight meters behind him out.

This thing says it's a short sword, but it weighs a grade with a mountain knife.

Just leaning back against the museum shelf, the two bandits were about to twist their probes and heard the sound of "thump”. They felt a chest ache. A heavy, thick Roman sword pierced the wooden slab of the museum shelf and stabbed them in a pair.

Their teammates, not caring about the two, continued to approach the target while firing wildly.

Luke threw out two short swords in a push-up position, pushing a slip on the ground and running four or five meters away.

Fragments of glass scattered over his head, and he reached into the broken counter, copied two shapely single-edged axes, and threw them out twice.

Two freshly-headed bandits with an axe on their heads, like two unicorns, were taken out.

Luke reaches out and grabs again and looks at the two spear tips of his hand and frowns a little: this thing... the center of gravity is not for throwing.

But he didn't put them back again, turning around, and at the same time, his wrists shook to the left and right, and the spear tip shot out at the two bandits running behind his back.

As a result, there was finally a slight deviation from the spear.

Originally from the bottom up, the spear tip slanted into the chest of two people, the angle of the tilt was slightly different, directly skipping the small abdomen and inserting it a little further down.

They fell silently and covered their hands with spear tips, twisting like dying fish on the ground.

Luke's a little sweaty.

But if you come out mixed up, you always have to be ready to be a ball-boy.

He slipped decisively on one side, sliding out two meters on the smooth ground, close to the other, with all the little dagger knives.

Squat by the counter and grabbed six of these dagger knives out of the counter, his feet pressed against the counter and the counter burst out dozens of centimeters.

With this slip, his body went under a counter raised at the bottom, then slipped from a gap to the center of several counters, rolled up, and raised his hand and shot out two daggers.

Among the four bandits who gathered on one side, the two had just turned around and opened their mouths, but could not even make a sound, and were shot in by a dagger.

Luke's figure kept coming, and he approached quickly.

The two remaining bandits routinely rushed out and saw Luke two meters away lifting his hands and two little machetes flying out and stuck in his orbit.

At this moment, only six bandits remain in the second and third instalments of 20 and 30.

The second group, which had four people left on the second floor, heard gunfire downstairs at the command of the commander, and rushed down, and then hit Luke at the bottom of the perimeter and instantly ascended.

By this time, the remaining six were afraid to move.

The fighting just now was too fast and too intense.

Even if hundreds of fights of all sizes had been fought, the bandits had never encountered such brutal killings.

Thirty-four people died in less than a minute, while the legendary Night Demon, who was shot supergodly, did not fire a single shot, and threw dozens of teammates alive with cold weapons alone.

Legendary killer, is it so horrible?

The confidence of these six experienced bandits has completely collapsed, and even the commander's orders to facilitate the attack seem to have flown from a very distant place.

The rapid secretion of adrenal hormones can no longer excite them, but the hands and feet are shaking wildly.