Super Detective in the Fictional World

On the second chance to open the door, two spider drones climbed in through the door and hid in the right place, passing on the situation in the room.

Lamar turned her back to Phil, poured some potion into the glass, and took two glasses of wine and walked towards his "prey."

Luke with his forehead: What's going on here?

He didn't think Phil would be such a fool, but people like Colama don't talk face to face.

No drugs, he would not hesitate to use violence.

Will Phil let a black scum bully you? Obviously not possible.

With that in mind, Luke sighed and got up and walked out of the bar.

He's going to have to pull the information out of Iron Hand Rama's head as soon as possible.

How much you get depends on your luck.

Let Phil betray "Beauty”? Luke can't do it, Phil can't do it either.

S.H.I.E.L.D. agents do not have rules for PY dealings with criminals unless they are personal.

In a deluxe suite on the basement floor, Phil smiled and watched Rama come with wine.

Combined with his signature smile, the Thousand Faces One model presents Rama with a different... seductive force.

Yes, the light short hair and strong body of model number one at this moment, with neutral and masculine beauty, accompanied by a gentle smile, is as wonderful as a cocktail.

Rama admitted to being moved.

Unfortunately, after being rejected by this Lanie several times in a row, he didn't have the patience to play any pursuit.

Woman, if you like it after you get it, give it more money. If you don't like it, let people throw it out of the bar and send it to the boat for sale.

He's Iron Hand Rama, that's how he pulled Dior's ruthless Iron Blood Real Man.

Phil was so proud of his face, he reached out his hands to pick up the glass, and he said softly, “Thank you, Rama, I didn't expect my dance skills to be so endorsed by you. But I need to think about long-term contracts. ”

Lamar's eyes glistened with pride, and her mouth poured out: "No, Lanie, I can see your dancing skills, I admire it... Hmm? ”

His gaze suddenly fell on his right arm, where “Lanie” 's left hand fell.

“Her” hands wore a pair of thin black gloves that stretched out to the elbow, which Lanie herself asked to add, saying it would highlight “her” C-bit style.

Lamar also endorses this combination, with long black gloves lined up to make the arms whiter and more attractive.

But at this moment, the tip of the five fingers of the black glove was like a needle, piercing the skin of his right small arm and then deep into the muscles.

The “Lanie” smile in front of her is still so gentle, no different than before.

Rama felt dangerous, her eyes stared up, her teeth clenched and her left fist swung toward her.

The black fist pulled out a shadow in the air and instantly arrived.

Phil changed his complexion and lifted his right arm, pulling Rama's right arm hard with his left hand and hiding himself to the right of the other side, keeping himself as far away from that terrible fist as possible.

But the other side's left fist is faster than you can imagine.

Just as Phil's right arm was raised, he had already hit it hard.

Knock!

Phil felt nothing but numbness in his right arm, and the pain that followed was enormous.

He gave up decisively to continue locking Rama's right arm, followed that huge punch and quickly retracted.

In table tennis, his body smashed the coffee table and poured it onto a single sofa.

His great inertia turned him over with the couch.

The black man who brought Phil in through the door heard the noise, but didn't mean to go in at all. Instead, hey, hey, smile: "Wow, didn't Boss Lamar say he'd be gentler this time? It's so quiet again, I'm not afraid to die. ”

In a spin, he thought, "Lanie,” the strong body had to swallow the spit: “These niangs are so powerful, the boss is blessed. ”

……

The roof opposite the bar at this moment suddenly sounded a dense gunshot.

Four or five automatic weapons fired simultaneously, smashing glass windows on several floors above the bar across the street.

In less than a few seconds, almost all the black guys in the bar watching the scene were notified of the attack on the walkie-talkie and started rushing upstairs and back door.

Forget the doorway, with that dense gunshot, the biggest chance of getting out of there is a second into a wasp nest.

Guests in bars have no idea what's going on out there, and the loud music and two-storey soundproofing doors divide the interior and exterior into two worlds.

The invisible Luke entered the small door and touched the basement floor while the black men opened the door.

The defenses on the basement level are not strict, just very ordinary, and the second basement level is not a grade at all.

Luke's incognito system is less than adequate for this light source in the basement, and the effect is enough.

At that time, he gave orders to the spider drone to cut off the power to the bar.

The bar's day-to-day power and backup power supply are instantly completely blacked out in the middle section, including in the basement.

In the room, the fighting between Rama and Phil also went into a very dangerous state.

Rama felt his body gradually paralyzed, knowing that his chances were running out, yelling and shouting down his feet, burst into the cement floor and hit Phil again with his left fist.

Phil's right arm was down and he couldn't lift it at all.

He knew he was a little careless this time, and didn't expect Rama's "Iron Hand” to be such a horrible robotic arm that his body could resist powerful anesthetics.

And Phil, these black thin gloves are just nano-gloves, superior in aid, with no boost in power.

So he had to move quickly and take advantage of the environment to fight back.

But Rama's roar drowned in his heart.

If the other party calls his men, the nanometer gloves won't stop the bullet, and the other party can block him in the room as a sieve.

More importantly, Rama's speed of action had risen simultaneously, and he could not hide for long.

Despite the critical situation, Phil did not panic.

As an old agent, this line of life and death has been encountered too many times, and nerves have long been as strong as steel.

Less than the last minute, he won't give up even the slightest chance.

Suddenly, the room is in the dark.

Phil was shocked, but there were two hints of red flashing across the street.

He subconsciously stayed away from them and avoided the punch of Rama.

There was a gleam in my head, and Phil knew what a two-point red light was —— those were Rama's eyes.

This proves once again that Rama is not an ordinary man!

With this in mind, Phil quickly retracted according to where the furniture was placed in his memory.

Losing the lighting is not necessarily a bad thing for him.

Neither side can see it, which is naturally the faster and harder to lose.

The red flashes representing Rama's eyes did not stop and continued to rush towards him.

Phil scolded and guessed that they might be able to night vision each other.

Despite the darkness in the room, there is still some microlight emitted by some appliances, enough for some night-vision devices to work.

It's just Rama's night vision with his eyes alone. What kind of superpower is that?

At this point, he tripped on his foot, hitting his calf with some furniture, and his body was forced to lean back voluntarily.