Super Detective in the Fictional World

The corner of Luke's mouth rose, slowly lowering his left hand, and the right-hand knight's shield returned to his chest, turning his head not tightly and slowly, measuring the three attackers.

The three men who had been beaten to death also stood up immediately.

But the attacker's second left hand hangs beside him like a chicken claw.

The attacker's third hand was intact, but shaken like a Parkinson's late patient, with two blood holes in the back of his hand.

Only Attacker One, with hands shaking a little, but at least maintaining a complete appearance.

“You're not the Night Demon!” Number one came in suddenly: “The Night Devil is not so strong. ”

Hearing that, Luke kept a poker face, slowly appearing with a mysterious smile: "No, I'm the Night Demon. ”

Because I paid for it! He added in silence that he was not lying.

“Impossible! The Night Demon has never learned how to use these antique weapons.” Single-arm fracture number two said with a bite in his teeth.

Luke: “Nice, this is my first time using them, but it doesn't affect me...”

Boo!

One blurred in front of him, and one with a hammer flew in front of him.

He subconsciously rolled a lazy donkey, but felt his scalp cool and turned into a hot line.

The second sneak claw caught the knight's shield again.

That's when Luke in front of him threw up the second half of the sentence: "... to kill you. ”

Luke raised his left arm half a turn in front of him, and the handle of the chain hammer hit the edge of the knight's shield, but the hammer was pulled by the chain and hit the right shoulder of number two from the side.

The crackling bone crack sounded, and the second shoulder instantly collapsed into a piece, screaming with a bloody flower smashed into the air.

When Luke noticed the shadow flashing in the corner of his eye, he suddenly thought it was too handsome to lift his right foot and slip out.

The remnants of his right foot penetrated through the number three swinging claws, stepped on each other's chest, Luke's heart fluttered quickly, and he couldn't help but cry out a classic shout: “ThisIs... Sparta ~ ~"

Boom, boom, boom!

This time, No. 3 flew faster and farther, smashing directly into a wall more than 10 metres away and smashing the walls out of a large pit.

“Pfft!” Number three couldn't hold it any longer, a bite of old blood sprayed out.

In his eyes, without previous indifference and heights, he was shocked: how is that possible? How could this guy explode such extraordinary strength?

If Luke fought those bandits with a power agility of 1, he was up to 3 when dealing with their first raid.

In this second attack, Luke showed strength and agility, but at least six.

There's no such thing as a monster in this world that doubles its strength if it doesn't move!

Number three finally reacted: the other side didn't use real strength from the start.

How can someone who can kill a legendary killer, the Mutual Aid Sloane, be so ordinary!

Without a crushing advantage, why would he kill Sloane and all twenty named killers?

Luke slipped out of his foot and his foot had not yet landed, but suddenly he felt cold in his heart.

He subconsciously clustered his body, and the knight's shield held up to his side, with the exception of two legs all over his body, which were basically hidden behind the shield.

Boom, boom, boom!

Three gunshots went into his ear, his right calf ached, and two bells rang on the knight's shield.

A less powerful force came from the shield, but Luke's eyes sparkled: "Finally? ”

In fact, three bullets were fired at his head, chest and thigh.

The upper two shots were blocked by a moving knight's shield, and the one in the thigh hit the calf exposed outside, and this was purely bad luck.

But this does not affect his assessment of the shooter's marksmanship - the top shooter.

Only such a top shooter would find such an ingenious opportunity to prevent Luke from escaping his attack altogether.

Without that knight's shield in his hand, he could even be hit in the trunk.

Shots fired were not sniper bullets, but small-calibre rifle bullets, which were also a very targeted option.

A single bullet, with the exception of anti-equipment weapons such as Barrett, would pose a very limited threat to him.

Instead, it would be better to use assault rifles with higher shooting speeds and projectile capacity.

Hit the head, naturally a second shot.

Hitting the chest and thighs will at least slow Luke down.

The shooter was so clear, so precise, and happened to be here.

Most likely the top sniper who assassinated Gianna.

It was a pleasure to step into a trap and attract two people.

Luke tumbled down, limping slightly, and ran into the counter next to him.

Boom, boom, boom!

Three bullets whistled, breaking through the counter glass and chasing him where he had just run.

Luke praised: This guy predicted his escape and adjusted his position.

He chose it as a battlefield because there were not many windows from which the building could be attacked.

But this man can overcome this evil by chasing himself outside the house, and is an absolute top expert.

He thought so in his heart that he had heard a little unusual movement in his ear.

Looking sideways, the attackers were seen hiding, one, two, three, but a strange sighing was heard where they were hiding.

Luke picked his eyebrows, his heart was clear, his feet were hard, his right-hand knight shield lay flat on the ground, the whole man lying on his side, like a skateboard to the nearest number two.

This guy is in number one, two, three, he's got the strength, he's got the injury.

Coincidentally, however, he injured exactly two arms, one of the weakest in resistance at present.

Killing chickens is excessive with a cow knife, but it's a good deal to get rid of a monkey and rule out a weak opponent.

The sound of Zulu's shield rubbing across the floor was seven or eight meters away, and Luke's side slipped out not far from number two.

Seeing that number two was holding a bandit with only one breath left, he buried his head around the bandit's neck, and at first glance it was as if the two men had added a man to them.

Luke's leg snapped at the corner of the counter next to him, and his body immediately turned, slanting towards number two, and the chain hammer in his hand slipped away.

Even though No. 2 was intoxicated with pleasure, he was more afraid of the horror hammer that had struck him, raising his hand and throwing the bandit in his arms between the two of them.

Who knew Luke was under his feet again, the shield gliding at a sudden rise, the whole person swept past the bandit, and the big sandbag with the hammer hit the side of the ankle on number two.

In the clatter, number two was swept around and took off, and his eyes were filled with pain and bloodthirsty intentions, and he opened his claws and inserted them into Luke.

That momentum, like trying to nail him to the floor.

Luke turned his body, and the knight's shield, which was supposed to be a skateboard, rolled up and pulled onto No. 2's claws.

Number two flew out in a spin.

Luke again looked positive, not chasing the sustained injured number two, and moved the knight's shield to the head position.

Boom, boom, boom!

Three gunshots.

Bell!

Three bullets fell on the knight's shield again.