Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke didn't let these people go.

Gently turning the two daggers in his hand, he returned to his steady footsteps in the direction of the gathering of the three bandits.

Listen, if there is any kind of footsteps, a bandit can't stand the fear in his heart, stood up, pulled the trigger in the direction of the footsteps coming from him, his mouth is still howling.

The microflush magazine was emptied in an instant before he realized that there was no one there.

Slightly, Luke walked out of his side, lifting his hand and wiping his throat.

The bandit's eyes became frightened and threw away a slight flush to cover his neck.

But the raging blood instantly drowned his hands, then his half body.

Another companion, squatting a meter away from him, saw Luke's figure before trying to pull the trigger.

Luke suddenly stepped aside, walked past him, and another dagger swept past his neck.

The bandit also walked into the dust of his companion, wrapped his hands around his neck helplessly, leaning against the wall and watching the black shadow leave.

Another bandit hiding three meters away heard the noise, breathed fast, squatted behind the counter in horror and looked to the right, and the gunpoint swayed along.

A dagger protruded from his head and gently fell in front of him, bypassing his neck. He felt only a cold throat and a wet, hot liquid gushed out.

The pipe made a low drinking noise, and he struggled to get up, took two steps, and fell on one side of the counter.

In some dark green glow, a large, dark liquid quickly fills the glass surface of the counter.

The ground floor gradually fell into silence.

Previously seriously injured bandits were either dead or out of breath and barely heard screams.

The thick, bloody smell was in the dark air, and the eyes in the three shadows were filled with blood filaments, staring closely at Luke's back.

They looked at him like that, dived in the vicinity again and touched off a bandit, then threw a double dagger in his hand and killed the last two.

Luke raised his head and took a long breath, seemingly relaxing.

Then he walked up to the bandit who died and reached over and picked it up with a slight flush in his chest, removing it.

At that point, a blackman burst into the air vent on the corner ceiling and pounded a few meters away.

In the eyes of a normal person, this shadow will only be a flash of illusion in this dark environment.

But in Luke's eyes, long awaited, the shadow was not fast enough.

He raises the MP7 in his hand, and poof poop is a shuttle past.

The shadow did not hide, and several rounds of bullets struck him only as muffled and his speed and movement were unaffected.

Luke looked up in surprise, releasing the MP7 in his hand, and stepped back slightly impatiently.

Drop in the shadows, toe a little, and jump at him again in the air at a flashing speed.

His hands, which had shrunk in front of his chest, burst into each other, and his two big claws plunged into Luke's head.

Luke rolled over to the side, dodging the punch again, but the pace of action was obviously a little messy.

The shadow rushed to the ground, and after all the same time as Luke had killed those bandits before, the floorboarder was full of players, as if those two bursts were just illusions.

Another shadow fell from the ceiling vent behind Luke in silence.

Unlike the first shadow, he didn't break through the gas pane, but slipped away quietly as Luke coped with the first shadow chase.

And his knockout was very gentle, just towards Luke's back.

Luke then suddenly moved to the side of a standing ancient knight's armor, grabbing a knight's shield more than 40 centimetres long and 30 centimetres wide.

But the other hand of the knight's armor is a knight's gun, and there's no time for this stuff.

Picking up the knight's shield, he turned around and hid behind, while his body retreated rapidly back.

The other hand in the air picked up the weapon in the broken counter next to it and threw it at the first attacker who forced it in.

The second attacker, who, despite his frustration, was still behind him, did not appear to have noticed.

The first attacker waved his claws, Luke's knight shield barely resisted, and the moment they touched each other, they drew out a gleaming metal friction and a sliding Mars lit up in the dark room.

The other party's long claws were also metal weapons, not nails.

The second attacker behind Luke's side moved quickly and remained behind Luke, approaching him and stabbing him in the back of the waist.

Luke felt something, and the knight's shield shook up to his side, twisting and pushing under his feet, hitting the big claw of the second attacker.

Boo!

A crisp metal impact sounds, accompanied by a slight clicking.

The attacker screamed painfully, and suddenly his claws bent, or bent from the middle of his little arm.

Luke broke his arm this time.

But whilst screaming, the second attacker's other big paw stabbed from the side to Luke's waist behind the shield without hesitation.

Luke's footsteps were suddenly beaten, and the attacker, who was topped by a shield, flew out, and the claw was naturally empty.

Turn your right hand out and Luke backwards shields toward the head of the first attacker to follow.

The first attacker was shocked with his hands crossed in front of his chest.

Boo!

Once again, the attacker was fanned out.

Both attackers flashed a thought: How is this possible? Why did his power and speed suddenly increase so much?

At the speed and power Luke had previously exposed, it was impossible to repel them at all.

The sight of the two men forced them to look not far above Luke's head.

A black figure, like a snake, hangs quietly and hangs, gently inserting his big paws into his heavenly lid.

Luke just flew the first attacker with a knight's shield fan at this moment and turned around, seemingly unprotected.

His left hand leaned forward, reaching out to the other pair of knights in front of him, pulling out the chain hammer in his hand.

The claws of the third attacker were about to fall over Luke's head, but suddenly he was alarmed.

Luke pulled the hammer too hard, pulling the hammer out of his left hand from the bottom to the top, meaning no force, but swinging upwards.

The infant's skull-sized hammer flew up into the chest of the third assailant.

The overhanging attacker's legs are still in the vent, and it is too late to pull them out.

He can only make the same choices as his first two peers - resisting with his hands.

Boo!

A ball hammer with a sharp spike hit his arms in front of his cross chest.

The third attacker flew out like a shell and hit the counter more than 10 meters away in a rumbling noise. When the bell rang, he crashed three counters in a row before stopping.