Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke took out a handkerchief, wiped his mouth, looked weird and stared at the C dancers on stage.

He barely controlled his expression, raised his hand and knocked on the bar, pressing a five-dollar bill on his fingertips.

Looks like the bartender turned his head.

Luke: "Ask you something small. ”

The bartender looked at the banknotes under his hand and frowned.

But in the way of Luke's face and his face at the moment, he walked over and said, "What do you want to know? ”

Luke hinted, “What's the name of that short-haired beauty on the stage and when did she get here? I don't think I've seen him before. ”

As soon as the bartender heard the question, it suddenly stopped.

The news was generous enough to give him a five-dollar knife, and most people wouldn't give him a cent for asking such a question.

His attitude was good, too, starting with: "Her name is Lanie, and she's only been here a few days. But she's so arrogant, she's only doing this serious dance, no one's ever been able to go home with her, not to mention climb into her bed! ”

On stage, that Lanie was shaking her head down the stage, and Luke's eyes twitched.

“… Ican 'twaitIneedahit, Baby, givemeityou 'redangerous…” The music went into his ear.

When he heard this answer, he decisively put a five-dollar knife in his hand in the past, and the corner twitched: go back with him? Climb into his bed? Rama doesn't have to do this.

The bartender saw him pay so simply and wanted to take the opportunity to rest, but stopped what he was doing and continued to bullshit: “These niangs are so powerful. See those two thighs? They're so strong, they'll break her waist. Look at this swinging pig full of power, it must be professionally“ trained ”, absolutely frequent, if you sit on your own...”

Lanie's chassis on the stage trembled powerfully, and the sound sang tirelessly: "... withthetasteofyourlips, I 'monaride, You 'retoxictongueslippingmine...”

Luke's face went dark immediately.

I just touched my right hand in my pocket and took a pencil and pointed it at the bartender from under my left armpit.

A black fine needle shot silently from the pen and the bartender was still saying something, but less than a second later his pupils lost focus and his legs softly pounded on the bar.

Luke calmly put his hand back in his pocket and thought, putting both the agent pen and the anesthesia needle in the space, while seemingly looking at the bartender.

Soon two big black guys came over and checked the bartender: "Not dead, I think I'm in a coma. ”

The other black man stared at Luke and his hand was touching the handle under the generous T-shirt.

Luke whispered, "Come on, you guys haven't touched a woman in years? Say how“ hot ”Lanie is, it's all exciting to faint. ”

The black guys were stunned and they all knew the bartender was coveting the new Lanie privately, but the hook didn't work and had a history of high coma.

The man who squatted also completed the examination: “No blood, no trauma. ”

Forget the gun. There's no gunpowder in the air.

The two black men were helpless enough to take out the walkie-talkie and yell a few words, lifting the coma bartender into the small door next to him.

Luke shrugged his shoulders, continued to turn his head and looked at the three hot dancers on stage.

But he didn't forget to ask Alfred, “Our dear Miss Lanie, did you tape the hot dance?” Be sure there are no missing and flower screens. ”

AF: “Don't worry, Bats 7 and 8 captured everything from two angles. It's bound to be Miss Lanie's lifetime treasure. ”

Luke said, “Forget it. Just put it in the database. ”

AF: “Sir, I thought you were going to give it to Mr. Phil as a birthday present, otherwise it would be a waste. ”

Luke said, "I'm afraid it's his birthday and he's going to die with me."

Yes, Lanie, the C-bit guy on stage, is basically model number one of the Phil Thousand Faces system.

This short-haired, fierce hot chick was originally chosen by Luke and can be recognized at a glance.

That being said, there's a little association in his head: Phil, come here, isn't that what he's after?

Now Phil and Batman are brothers in distress, people who have been “sacrificed.”

The only thing he's in charge of is a covert investigation into the Hydra inside S.H.I.E.L.D.

Claudia and Lamar? HYDRA and America's Big Lean Mountain? And there seems to be a real connection.

A clandestine organization like Hydra would never mind making billions of dollars a year in unrecorded black money.

Luke himself had a lot to do, and he had to do it with black money that was untraceable, not with the money from the cell phone company.

His opponents don't need any evidence, just find a clue, it's the wrong thing to do.

So no matter what kind of secrecy and money laundering, it's safest to know exactly where it came from.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but watch the dance on stage again. Phil: Wanna get in touch with him?

How do I put it? He hesitated: 'Cause I saw you dancing part-time in a bar, and I didn't think you were like this, Coulson? Phil wouldn't kill himself, would he?

So he might kill some uninteresting witness before he kills himself!

Quickly rejecting this unreliable idea, Luke decided to wait and see.

For Phil's sake, it doesn't matter if we delay it for a day or two.

Didn't think so. Didn't think so! As soon as I got the Thousand Faces system, Phil, the big eyebrow, actually started to liberate himself, which is also a... surprise? Lu Someone so summed up in his heart, picked up the beer and took a sip.

Of course, he's back at the bar now.

Just keep that video in mind, and let him watch Phil dance with his own eyes, that scene... the “heart” is ultimate.

"Sir, spiders one to six have entered the basement with a simple alarm device, but it doesn't affect their entry. ”

Luke, um, said he knew.

Bat prefixes belong to flyable drones, and spider prefixes are naturally crawling drones.

With his current technology, a crawling spider drone body can do less than 10 millimeters —— of course, a lot of mechanical feet unfold.

This is also enough for reconnaissance, especially drilling holes, which is much more convenient than flying bat drones.

AF: “It takes time for the spider team to find a passageway to discover the second basement floor, which has a more complete probe. ”

Luke didn't mean it, he waited silently.

Now that we've decided to give Phil a performance, no, it's a performance opportunity, he's in no hurry.

At the end of the stage, Phil's flat-headed hottie, who turned into a Thousand Faces Model One, was called down, leaving only two female dancers to begin the next dance.

Iron Hand Rama also rose from the podium and walked into the small door.

Luke looked at the images in the basement and had to scratch his head.

Phil was taken to the basement floor by a black man, and then let her into a room.

Then... Rama arrived and followed him into the room.