Super Detective in the Fictional World

With a gun in one hand, the knight's other hand still couldn't help but smear some ashes on his face, revealing that dark complexion, and five very Afro-descendant officials.

“Daywalker?” A shock echoed.

The knight gazed at the man behind the two belligerents.

The one who called it out was a number one vampire, and he was looking at the last intruder with horror and calling out the name of the one who could scare a bunch of people in the bloodline.

After wiping off a face of ash, the Japanese pedestrians who had been identified by the rival clan grinned and couldn't say: “You look like an old man! ”

At this moment, Daywalker stands face-to-face with Vampire One, Luke hits the target eye, and four people just form a cruciform position.

The daywalker spoke and threw out another dart.

To a vampire, he never beeps much, dries directly.

Luke's eyes moved and he threw away the empty magazine Glock at will, pulling out a second pair between his waists, snapping continuously and pressing towards the middle line.

When the target eye returned two shots, the cat crashed into the side counter, squatting fast forward, removing the empty magazine and replacing it with a new one.

He is now much more sensitive to his ammunition stockpile since one time he was forced to run away with the quantity of ammunition.

Once again, when you encounter a super powerful opponent, this feeling of ammunition shortage becomes a psychological shadow that cannot be turned around.

In this way, he would not dare throw the weapon at random, as he had done in the past, as he might have been caught switching guns and beating him to the GG one by one.

But he just saw the guy across the street throw away a gun.

This opportunity to take away the opponent may appear on his side.

Counting the remainder of Luke Glockry's bullets, he jumped out of his hand and shot twice as he felt.

Luke's knight shield made one move, blocking the two bullets again.

The target's eyes whisper: I fucking hate this shield! Especially this guy with a lot of predictability.

Luke didn't have time to take care of this guy. He just lifted his left unknown finger and pinky finger and pointed it at the flying silver dart.

The silver dart, like a homecoming child, was gently hooked by him and spinning rapidly on his two fingers.

The daywalker who saw the scene turned dark and had no idea what Luke was doing.

But Luke was just a turnaround, adding a new force to the dart, dumping it out, and still targeting vampire number one.

Meanwhile, Glock, pointing at number one, fired again in a row.

Just in time to block his hands in front of his face, No. 1 felt two bells coming from a piece of steel nail on the back of his hand, and the broken bullet shot two small pits in his forehead.

He chose not to hesitate to squat to the other side without a bullet.

When he put his hands down, he felt a silver light spinning towards his body.

Pfft!

The silver dart cut into his neck and stuck it in his neck bone.

The first throat howled, his eyes desperate, a spark lit up around his neck, the spark quickly spread up and down, and the whole person blew up.

In the system prompt, 12,000 experience points arrive instantly.

Luke was absolutely satisfied and the gunpoint spinning.

Boom, boom, boom!

When the target's eyes came out, he was shrunk back by a side bullet.

In his heart, he shouted at the first piece of junk, only a few gunshots were fired at the Japanese pedestrian who had suddenly intervened in the fight.

Daywalkers immediately hid behind a counter while shooting.

Luke had just fought the target eye, but he could see clearly, knowing that both of them were incredibly strong, and accidentally he was going to die.

Daywalker dragged the target's eye, and Luke immediately turned the gun, firing continuously at No. 3, and the whole person moved rapidly sideways towards the stairwell.

There's still a bloodthirsty killing in number three eyes, but his body is honest... and he starts running away.

He couldn't even kill his two compatriots, Luke, or the newcomer Daywalker.

It was not enough to count on the eye, nor was it enough to provide any confidence.

Vampires, a selfish, self-serving race, have no shame at all, let alone target eyes as teammates.

Even if the commander told him it was one of his own.

Hundreds of years of ghosts were born, and in his three perspectives humans were always food and toys, not even farts.

So number three runs decisively, anyway, he has enough value to go back to the maximum penalty.

His intention was to go upstairs and then out the window so that he wouldn't be blown back by the thunder at the front door on the first floor.

Forget the door, it's going to take Luke and Daywalker to survive before there's a ghost.

But as a cross-border master, how could someone who was a head robber let him go?

According to the performance of the 12th and 2nd, the experience points on the 3rd are at least 10,000 starts, too wasted.

As a result, the two men rushed almost forward and backward to the stairwell.

Then, having just tasted the power of cold weapons number three, he finally understood what it was like to shoot the most powerful gun in the Night Demon data.

He kept changing, dodging the first three bullets in a row, and the fourth hit his waist, the fifth hit his thigh, and the sixth hit his calf.

When he dodged the first three bullets, the three bullets in the back were hit like they were waiting there long ago.

The bullet had little effect on him, and the average man would get on his knees when he was shot, but he only had a slight pause, not even a 0.1-second delay.

But this delay is deadly in the face of a faster, more responsive Luke.

He inevitably slowed down a little when his calf was hit.

At that point, Luke blocked the stairs one step ahead and threw a shield at them.

Number three can only change direction, avoiding the Knight Shield that flew on the forward route.

Luke and his distance rose rapidly, from seven to eight meters to five to three meters.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Glock's muzzle sparked a little flame in the dark, and number three only made it to the face of his claws, causing pain in his hands and legs.

All the bullets leaked onto his limbs, slowing him down further.

Luke then grabbed the right paw of number three with his empty right hand, his entire body sliding behind each other's back, his left hand passing under his armpit, and the two turned for half a turn, switching positions.

Boom, boom, boom!

The target's eyes burst into the face and chest of the third bullet.

The force of resistance in both hands and body is abruptly diminished by the third move.

Luke pressed his right paw and came straight to a swinging "paw” gesture.

Pfft!

The head of number three flew up, spinning in the air, and the body and head blew apart in a spark.

With 15,000 experience points coming in, Luke's sights are already on the target of fighting the Daywalkers.

The target's eyes seemed to have noticed this unpleasant look. He turned his head and looked at him without panic, but immediately bowed down and rushed towards the Japanese pedestrian.