Super Detective in the Fictional World

Two days later, Luke and Phil set out again to enter Sokovia, Eastern Europe.

Standing in the room on the second floor of a bar, watching the two cars get off four black-suited men, the two of them immediately began their operations.

And then there was... the bathroom.

Luke: "Why the bathroom again? Can't we change places? I don't want to turn Operation Snake Trap into the Bathroom Series. ”

Phil sort of wanted to scratch his head: "Their target chose to meet there, and this can't be changed. ”

Luke sighed helplessly: "Get in, this time they have only two targets and can't give them a chance. ”

In the talking room, they walked into the bathroom.

Look at the light, the facilities are tidy, the large white bathroom, everything is fine except for a big piece of broken glass on the ground.

Luke nodded with satisfaction: “It's pretty clean, that's great. ”

The sight of the three heavily fought men in there shifted at the same time.

Goal One is strangling opponent number one, and Goal One's partner, Goal Two, is preparing to go forward and help with the opponent.

Seeing the two people coming in, Target One and Two seemed tacitly wrong.

But without waiting for them to figure out the source of this anomaly, Luke and Phil stepped up.

“You…” Goal Two turned around vigilantly and made a defensive gesture, but Phil approached him.

Goal 2 consciously punches away and feels a huge pain in the fist, seemingly hitting something hard.

Flower Q, this chick hides steel plates in her chest? He flashed this thought in his heart.

Phil's hand had pinched his wrist, twisted smoothly, and the pain from his joints forced him to lie down on the ground.

Then in a faint crackle, he trembled.

Phil turned off the shock function on the gloves and threw the target number two of the body aspiration into a separate compartment.

On the other side, Luke punched forward, hitting his stuck opponent number one and bending over.

He was stunned by Target One, which was originally used as an arrow badge, and then, like Opponent One, he was hit hard in the stomach.

Luke's hands then pinched the neck of the two men while simultaneously launching an electric shock.

Both of them smoked, their eyes turned white and passed out.

Phil had thrown Goal Two by then and came back to throw Goal One into the compartment as well.

Luke, carrying his stun opponent number one, took it to the sink and made a gesture against Philby on the other side.

Phil bowed his head and threw the trench coat that had just been removed from Goal One and put on Goal Two himself.

He then took off his mask and sunglasses and stuffed them in his pocket, revealing the same face as target number two.

When Luke caught the trench coat, he did the same thing, but his face was Goal One.

The suits on the two of them were the same color as Target One and Two, and at this moment they changed their trench coats to look no different from the two of them.

Phil hid by the door and covered himself with an optical camouflage.

More than ten seconds later, four black suits walked into the bathroom and came face-to-face with Luke, who picked up opponent number one.

Then, the four black suits began to raise their guns simultaneously.

Luke put his opponent number one directly in front of him, and he retreated away from the door.

The man in front of him was stuck with little needles, like a porcupine, in the sound of a pounding anesthesia pistol.

Luke retracted to the other end of the loop.

Four black suits were immediately divided into two tracks, surrounded by left and right sides.

The two men on the left are in front, gazing at the bottom of the back room.

One person covered the back, while checking several walls on the side.

Just a few meters later, Phil's figure appeared when the latter swept past the corner of the wall.

Pinched the back man's neck and the electric shock started.

Spinning, he lifted his right hand and pulled the trigger.

Puffing twice, two more needles came out of the black suit pig's section as he bowed forward.

The man turned his head stunned and saw Phil turn the anesthesia gun, pointing two shots in the stomach of the man he had caught.

“What 'stheF...” he scolded halfway, and he just lay on the ground.

Luke, on the other hand, is holding the porcupine shield in his hand at the same time.

In two black suits, Franco sounded, hastily pulling apart the spacing so that the shield could no longer block shooting in both directions.

As a result, the shield suddenly flew up and hit the black suit on the right, while the Luke regiment advanced and collided with the black suit on the left.

The black suit on the right dodged the shield, leaving him to fall to the ground with a bang, and when he raised his gun he found Luke tangled with his teammates.

He just hesitated for less than a percent of a second, pulled the trigger, and the anesthesia bullet wouldn't kill him anyway.

As he pulled the trigger, Luke and his companion, entangled in sight, just turned for half a turn.

Pfft! Pfft!

Three rounds of anesthetic bullets were nailed to a companion.

“Bulls...” The old fighting agent had to shout.

Pfft!

He cursed for half a sentence and stood still, turning his head to his side.

Phil there just drowned the anesthesia gun in his hand.

Luke didn't say a word and threw the black suit in his hand directly into the compartment.

Phil also joined the operation, placing another black suit in the compartment.

The remaining two black suits are suspects to be apprehended this time.

Like the first time, he put an optical camouflage on a black suit and carried it away.

Luke put an optical camouflage on the rest of the black suit and threw two bunches of toilet paper soaked in cold water over the top of Goal One and Two of the coma.

Then he took the pork shield into space number two and left with the second black suit.

Five minutes later, the compartment sounded and the door slammed open.

Target number one and two walked out, looking at the empty bathroom, full of questions.

Number one: “What's going on? ”

Number two: “How do I know? ”

He doesn't want to talk at all.

When he woke up, he found himself holding number one tightly, two facing each other in the mouth.

The people who do this, they have no morality! He'd rather be thrown on the floor than on one.

Number one looked at the tissue of toilet paper dipped in cold water in his hand, subconsciously picked it up and wiped his mouth, then observed for a moment, suddenly a few gestures were drawn, indicating number two caution.

The two men stood in front of the door of the next compartment, and number one made a three-pronged gesture. At the end of the countdown, one foot kicked open the door of the compartment.

Looking at the two same black suits lying down there, number one and two stunned.

Turning the black suit around, they saw their faces and shook their heads again.

The two of them were completely unimpressed.

Brain number one switched, decisively deciding: "Go, you can't stay here. ”

They're here to catch an arms smuggler.

As a result, he was knocked unconscious while being arrested, and now he's gone, and two more unconscious black suits in the compartment.

There's a weird feeling in all of this.

Those two black suits are probably just “props” that they want to blame.

Experience tells the two that the deeper this anomaly blends, the faster it dies.

It's best to leave now and pretend like nothing happened.