Super Detective in the Fictional World

Just as the bomb went off, so did Claire outside the building.

With a total of more than thirty combatants, it is certainly not possible to squeeze them all into the third floor door where Wade is hiding.

A number of people separated, controlling the streets and stairs in front and back of the building to keep Wade from escaping through the windows and stairs.

The sound of the shock bomb also attracted the attention of the combatants.

Claire arrived without stopping and swung directly from the air over two combatants guarding outside the building.

Halfway through the air, two grey-black whips popped up, and the top instantly turned into a little hammer.

Duang!

The two combatants were unconscious when they felt a pain in the back of their heads.

Claire fell silently, and the little grey black hammer became whipped, rolling back two pairs of the combatants and handing them to her.

“Go." Claire put the gun away, looked up, and two grey black filaments exited behind her, glued to a window on the third floor and pulled, her body immediately flying up.

As she left the ground, the grey black whip pulled away the pistols and magazines of the two men in a coma, retracted behind her and attached to her waist, becoming a holster and magazine bag.

Feeling the guidance of the gold in his head, Claire jumped into the window on the third floor, silently opened the pin with black wire, and went into it and walked through a pitch-black living room.

Someone in the bedroom already sounded awake, but without waiting for the inside person to come out, she opened the door and jumped out, not forgetting to close it at will.

Coming out, there was a group of fighters still shaking their heads and vomiting.

Her left hand was still pulling the door, and her right hand had raised a slight punch and squatted and opened fire.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Stable shooting posture, up to a distance of 15 meters, the number and distribution of long-defined targets make Claire's hits extremely high.

This half-fixed target at close range is a mandatory lesson for her every vacation to Luke's Villa.

It's not meant to be sharp, it's simply to keep the gun feeling and avoid feeling strange without touching it for a long time.

After a micro-pull bullet was fired, more than a dozen combatants on both sides of the door were all shot in the lower half, screaming.

Claire smashed a little on the wall, destroyed the gun, and ran over.

All the downward screaming combatants were given a foot in the head, guaranteeing inability to move within 10 minutes.

She removed their guns and squeezed their fingers into the magazine well, deforming it slightly so that it could not be inserted into the magazine.

Fast hands and feet, she quickly finished, and the combatants blocked below had found something wrong and touched it.

Claire wanted to have a face-to-face confrontation with each other, but the gold nuggets made her change her mind, jumping out the window next to her, shaking the black thin line, and drilling back through the second floor window.

It took her more than ten seconds to get out of the other room and the two groups of combatants had gone to the third floor.

She flashed and followed their heels.

The first team was examining those who were unconscious on the ground, and the last two members of the second group turned vigilantly to guard the stairwell.

The two of them were just black in front of each other and two sandbags hit them in the face with big fists.

Claire blocked them in front of herself, lifting the rest of the microflush.

The eight men who came up fell again after a burst of gunfire.

Claire hasn't forgotten to put two more shots in each leg of the two she knocked out.

Gold said it was an anesthesia gun that would keep her from killing people and make sure they didn't mess around again.

Claire doesn't have the idea of killing, she's a big star, and all she has to do is stop the crime.

Destroying the weapons of the men, reminded of the gold, she plugged the two pistols and slightly flushed them through the door and turned around and walked away.

And she said, "Aren't we going to save the people? ”

Golden Block: “Ignore him, he's not human. Well, not normal people, but they jump alive in a few minutes at most. I'm hungry, clean up the rest of the people, and we'll go home and take a bath and have a snack. ”

And Claire's still curious, “Who's that guy? Do you hate him? ”

Golden Block: “I don't hate him, but not many people like him. This guy likes to die again, so sooner or later you'll get to see him again. ”

One man and one dog were talking nonsense and went downstairs to clean up the remnants.

On the New York side, Luke said, "Fingerprints cleared, didn't they? Carol, you take Lorna, you go out the window right now, and then you go to this place I gave you. Remember, don't let Lorna expose herself, okay? ”

Only a room away from Wade's apartment, Carol listened to the sound coming from her headset and nodded her head down to: “Got it. ”

Then she grabbed Lorna and jumped out the window, not forgetting to close it with her toes.

Carol is incredibly flexible, and even with Lorna on her back, she easily climbs from the third floor to the second floor and leaps down again.

After landing, the two women pulled their legs in the alley and ran.

Wade in the room looked at a couple of guns stuck in the door, and he was like, "Hey, did you surrender just a shock bomb? No mercenaries this time. ”

Vanessa quickly walked out of the kitchen and handed him the phone: "Your friend called. ”

Wade: “Did he ask me to pay him back? ”

Vanessa turned a white eye: "No. ”

Wade, that's when he picked up his phone on the left, and he heard a familiar, low-lying British cavity before he opened it: “Somebody outside, I'll get you some help. Get out of here. Go to this address. Be careful not to be followed again. I don't always save your wife. ”

Wade was stunned: “I don't fucking need you... uh”

The phone has been ringing off the blind tone.

Vanessa looked at him and said, "Why? Problem?”

Wademan doesn't care: "Let's go, we can go. ”

Vanessa: "Are those people still out there? ”

Wade: “Hey, my friend took care of them. ”

Nonetheless, the guy walked up to the door with his body in his hand, picked up two pistols and magazines and held them in his hand before opening the door.

Looking around, he came out surprised: “Really solved it? Is... is that guy secretly in love with me, so he's staring at my every move? Um, wait, is it Vanessa...”

Vanessa came out behind him, too: "Why? ”

Wade: “It's okay, let's go. Well, I think I've been shot in the pig department. You hold me up. ”

Vanessa looked disgusted, but helped him get downstairs quickly.

She didn't know that someone was whispering in her heart: "Perhaps the V guy is still plotting against Vanessa?" Otherwise, why did you just mention saving her again? And the last time he knew I wanted to see a bath in the bathroom, it was definitely a spy, wasn't it?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Yes, it must be. Wade just kept thinking, held by Vanessa, and left the apartment building.