Super Detective in the Fictional World

The sand sculpture netizens he met in his last life, what a broad thought, what a joyful sand sculpture!

Enough sand sculpture to keep the minds of psychopathic authors from catching up with them and to be ridiculed by them all the time for low intelligence. Luke thinks so.

Thinking of a bunch of sand carving netizens who were good at discovering and enjoying themselves, he suddenly turned his head around a bend: Wait! Whoever says crazy vests can't be the bad guy.

The Hydra in S.H.I.E.L.D. can be hidden deep, but not necessarily the average bad guy.

Just find some putrid guys who everyone thinks are good, but bad backs and kill them in public, and this psychopath vest is definitely a supervillain!

This kind of moral hypocrite, the one set up by the monopolist with the good guys, isn't his little black book a big catch?

Even HYDRA may be suspicious as long as he plays a little bit, but... no one rules that supervillains will be “deceived” by the party.

It's normal that the new vest should be deceived by such good men.

Luke thought about it here, couldn't help but mop his chin, hey hey hey laughed.

He has many good men on file.

But before, there was no separation, no super masquerade, he didn't want to cause any black technology or super power tracking, it was easy to be found.

He let it go and never got on the agenda.

Now he has super masculinity, and a strong first-degree split, where the split wants to die so easily, at most half dead.

With all kinds of abilities, even if you can recover in half a day or two, what can you hesitate to do?

Wave it up in one piece and lose 100,000 points on the top.

Those good men on the little black book can be buried as disposable props for the Hydra.

With the idea in mind, he started looking for the right cloned real vest from his alternative library, and soon a suitable target appeared.

His name is Jack Bode.

The last time Luke Impim went to San Francisco to fund technology, he accidentally hit this guy in the middle of a murder.

Luke interrogated this guy and killed him that day.

But this is kind of a special character, and Luke left his hair, his fingerprints, his blood on the bottom.

Perhaps someday something will be planted on this guy. Luke has a lot of similar footprints, and the storage space doesn't take up space for this footprint anyway.

As for Jack himself, he has completely disappeared into the world.

Despite the difficult life of this man and the silence of his death, he remains a very special being.

The identity of a superserial killer who had committed crimes since the age of 15 and had graduated at the hands of Luke at the age of 35, killing 37 people in a lifetime without ever being found by the police was truly special.

Specially, this guy leaves witnesses every time he kills someone.

This lucky witness is usually a relative or friend of the victim, and Jack will trap them and force them to watch the course of their operations.

There is no doubt that Jack is a cold-blooded monster who lacks empathy, and his pleasure can only be derived from torture and killing.

To reduce the impact, the FBI tried to block its case, so the guy's reputation wasn't too great.

Jack was lucky to be separated before Luke didn't have time to hide with a murderer.

There are too many serial killers in the United States, with 35 fewer and more than a dozen and twenty lives on their hands.

Jack's accomplishments, while impressive, were much lower than those of a gang of traffickers, just like Jason, a hundred people who had chopped juveniles.

While Luke was waiting for Dr. Pym, he cleaned up criminals in San Francisco by the way.

As he wandered around the city at night, he overheard the faint cry and cry for help of the two victims who had been blocked in their mouths and rushed over immediately.

Seeing what's going on in the house, coupled with Jack's characteristic “makeup", you instantly know who this guy is.

Three paralysis rounds passed, and Jack and both victims were instantly unconscious.

The victims who had only begun to be tortured were only flesh wounds, and the wives of the victims who had been tied aside had not even been injured.

Luke called the police and told them to hurry up and leave quickly.

Just interrogated Jack, figured out what this killer was all about, and Luke sent him on his way.

If this is some kind of criminal film and television show, Jack can definitely be a villain and play well with the main character for an hour or two.

But Luke is a reality contender who has no interest in studying this superhomicidal maniac, nor has he been given any chance to play.

From discovery to sending it on the road, it hasn't been two hours.

Decryption, suspicion? Thriller? They all don't exist.

Dead transformers are the best experience points.

After all, Jack was so insane that psychology and hypnosis were not good for him.

To communicate with his mind, it's like a normal man touching a dead body with his hands.

The deeper the contact, the more disgusting it is, and it is completely a form of mental contamination.

Now it is finally time for Mr. Jack to harness his waste and harness his positive energy.

……

The creation of a new vest, especially this kind of non-personally thrown long vest, must be stabilised, the temperament piece must be pinched to death.

Luke has had a lot less fun lately since his vest rose to heaven.

So the refurbished Jack has to have a complete and tested set of people.

Names? Of course.

Jack - it's bad luck to hear it. Short for "J" and "B"!

So we need to lengthen the name a little bit, not easily rename it, and it's more in line with Jack's taste in disguise.

Makeup? It also needs to be changed. What does it mean to have an ordinary clown face on your face?

This doesn't fit Jack's wild death scenario!

So, let's change to real people.

Now that you're out of your face, you don't have to keep that outfit down.

Wearing a T-shirt jeans as a plasma tablet, that's a Texas chainsaw homicidal.

One hundred men chopped off Jason, wearing a tool coat and a hockey mask.

Jack has to distinguish himself from the rough, low-end players, so... his own DIY suit fits perfectly.

The styles don't need to be too earthy, and the colors can be a little more restrained, but be sure to be mysterious.

Last but not least is the action goal choice for the new vest.

Jack doesn't have family and friends right now.

His parents are a typical pair of suckers, men are high on drugs and alcohol every day, and women are high on drugs and alcohol plus special industries.

There's no reason for a young Jack to be singled out for men, singled for women, or mixed doubles for men and women.

It was this heartbreaking parent who distorted Jack into an inhuman creature that could only take pleasure from the torture and killing.

And they had already run away more than two decades ago, perhaps dead in an unknown corner.

Jack's biggest wish was to find these two guys, to clean up that man and woman in front of that woman, and to watch that woman die.

Every time he kills, he simulates the scenario in his dreams.

The man was the woman's husband, and Jack was the woman's son, suffering alone.

That's where Mr. Jack kills people, always one person dies one lifestyle.

Luke also had a slightly deflected homicide problem, which was partially resolved.

But will the system father allow you to tie up innocent people and show them reality movies? So we still have to pick resistant S.H.I.E.L.D. members.

This is how the second level split up, muttering and talking to himself, the hands kept moving and began a happy overtime journey.