Super Detective in the Fictional World

The last two big bad guys in black suits are obviously too skilled at doing bad things and very quick to react.

When they saw their companions attacked, they rushed forward, while reaching into their arms, pulling and swinging, two telescopic swinging sticks up, and pulling into Luke's head.

Luke pulled his wrist and was knocked over by two chopsticks.

Be sure! The chopsticks in their hands were nailed to a wooden bench.

Luke's hand only pulled out another chopstick from the side of the little pill box and took it in his right hand again, still like that for the first time, stirring one belt at a time.

Pfft!

Two black suits dropped sticks in their hands and screamed.

Luke's face is still calm as water, pulling them one by one, letting them subconsciously reach out their other hand to find a support point.

Pfft!

The other hand of the two was also strapped to the chopsticks.

Rigorous!

This chopstick was nailed to a wooden chair with four palms.

This time, instead of letting go immediately, Luke looked at the two girls who seemed to be twisting their heads - mainly the little red-haired girl.

“Neon's extreme, so rude!” His voice was not too loud when he was still clearly heard in the screams of four black suits.

At that time, the screams of the four wretched bastards went down.

Even if the palms are sore, they can't help but suppress their curiosity.

Fear also brings curiosity and makes them show more respect than they just did.

Luke unfortunately looked at the octopus pills in his left hand, with four left, but now that he's been disturbed, he's not in the mood to enjoy them.

Honestly, this stuff tastes good. I can get it for Selena when I get back. He thought, gently in one hand, to cover the remaining four small pills and put them in the environmental bag next to him.

His movements were unpleasant, but he kept eight black suits on the side from coming forward.

Even if both hands were now occupied, he would still be afraid.

This attitude, this attitude, is so much like the atmosphere in which the Great King appeared in the comics.

Don't look at these black suits for over twenty or thirty years, just because they don't read comics, Neon people are basically watching comics grow up today.

So sometimes they behave strangely because the impact of comics on them is really a little... crooked?

Anyway, neither the black suit nor the two girls bothered the show's premiere.

Loading the pills, Luke picked up the bag and looked at the four black suits that were "nailed” to the wooden chair: "Get up before I leave and die! ”

Four black suits, originally a brain sweatball, are now sweating on their backs.

Luke said that too calmly.

It was calm after the four of them penetrated their hands, and it wasn't even as vivid as the look on his face when he ate the little pills.

Isn't it normal for a man like that to be more calm before he kills? Four black suits had to come to mind.

Luke said, "Stand up and turn to the side road, 90 degrees in the direction of the two girls."

A group of black suits glanced at the red-haired girl with their eyes and the meaning of the inquiry was obvious.

The red-haired girl was pale at the moment, her breathing was short and impatient, and she was trembling with Cesar all over her body.

When the girl in the white dress pulled it off, she felt a little refreshed and shook her head back and forth, resolutely stopping her companion's search for death.

Besides, the man in the black trench coat can pierce his palm with chopsticks, and there's not much left to pierce on the body.

The other party definitely didn't mean anything to her “sister”, otherwise this young lady could die hundreds of times.

Unfortunately, the identity of a red-haired girl is not enough for everyone to follow suit.

Luke walked out five or six meters with two long screams behind him.

Of the two people he nailed through his hands, the one under his palm, forcibly pulled the hand out of the chopsticks and pulled the other hand out as well.

Chopsticks are generally smooth and have no obstructions on the tail, except for a little pain, which is not a big problem.

One of them bited his lips viciously and trembled slightly into his waist, pulling out a glock and pointing at Luke's departing back.

The girl in the white dress and the red-haired girl were all shocked and muttered: "No! ”

“Stop! ”

The black suit with the gun twisted its face, and the corner of its mouth was still smiling: “Baga, fuck you. ”

When he spoke, he felt a flower in front of him, and then the whole person circled, somehow kneeling beside his head in front of the bench.

Pfft!

Pain, laughter and a little confusion, these expressions solidified in his face.

One chopstick penetrated through his right ear, leaving only a small truncated tail.

Luke bowed, not slowly picking up another chopstick used by the girl in the white skirt next to him.

The first chopstick? Of course it's already stuck in that brain deficiency psychopath's head.

The other hand was shaken with his head in a black suit: “Wait, wait, I, I was brought up by him...”

He is not finished, he is also spinning, kneeling in front of the chair like his companion just now.

Pfft!

Luke stood up straight and muttered softly: "Get up and die. ”

A tiny chirp of chirp sounded next to him.

He looked sideways, but the first two black suit teeth wearing one hand were fighting.

Seeing his biased gaze, the two men shook their heads wildly and said, “No, no, we've been kneeling, we've been kneeling. ”

Luke sighed with regret.

He's always a man of his word.

The key two guys kneel too honestly and don't mean to get up at all.

I was trying to scare them to see if they were stupid, and they turned out to be real cowards, and there was no Neon Pole member's hot blood at all! What a disappointment.

He went back to where he had left off, picked up the environmental bag he had just placed on the ground and went quietly.

Until the long shadow in the black trench coat disappeared on the corner, the red-haired girl's condition improved a little and immediately raised a finger: “You two stay here until someone comes to remove the body, and the others escort the young lady back immediately. ”

How strong is this black trench coat? That is no longer the point.

The point was that she had been less than two metres away from him, but had not felt the crisis at all, just like an ordinary person.

This is almost impossible for her acute sense of death.

If you encounter someone whose strength is completely unmeasurable, it is best to go home immediately.

And no matter who the other person is, obviously the big lady didn't do it to the others.

Otherwise, everyone but the young lady will die here.

Because when the man stuck the two men with chopsticks, the red-haired girl's death perception revealed a horrible and extreme death breath, like a huge wave, rushing to submerge her instantly.

For the first time a red-haired girl has felt such a horrible breath of death from a human being.

The death she had seen in the past would feel like ice water on her face, the difference between a cup, a pot, and a barrel.

And at that moment, she felt like she had fallen into the deep waters of the Arctic Ocean, endless “ice water” covering all perceptions.

For a moment, she felt suffocated.