Super Detective in the Fictional World

Marcos stared and watched the saltfish all the way.

A silver dining knife was fired out, and the big man with the gun fell down in a row. The sand sculpture notion of what “Carol is a normal sister” must no longer exist.

Even Lorna, a beautiful teenage girl who occasionally plays "floating acrobatics” with her superpowers, has also been transformed into a life harvester.

Two little grey black flying knives went through the throats of one big man after another, preventing them from screaming and struggling on the ground.

In just five seconds, more than two dozen big men have gone out of the street without shooting 20 shots.

Only Torres, a short fat man, was crucified on his lap with a knife by Carol, climbing out in horror on the ground.

The knife in front of Carol also shoots all of it.

Her talent on the flying knife is not very high. Even if she trains every day, more than 20 dining knives have killed only 10 people, the rest were killed by Lorna with a flying knife.

She looked at all the blood in front of her eyes, dead and struggling and other dead members of the gang, and she looked a little pale.

Now she fully understands the reason why the safety regulations stipulate that both people must see blood regularly.

If you don't see blood for a long time, you might just throw up. That's bullshit.

But the previous field training was mostly injurious, killing so many people with one breath was still the first time, so her discomfort was still strong.

Pressing the impulse of vomiting, she was about to say something, suddenly her ears twitched, lifting her hand to grab the two western kitchen knives on the bar and jumping slightly over a meter high.

Then, at a point on the bar, her toes swung over the side of the bar, her tiny body flipping over, her hands swinging over the aisle, and landing at the other corner of the wall.

Two men with guns rushed out to pull the trigger, feeling a dark shadow in front of them, a cold throat, and their bodies had to fall soft.

Carol threw the kitchen knife gently, just crossed the throat of two big men, and two smears of dark red blood were thrown on the floor.

Avoid blood flowing to the knife handle, resulting in slippery hands.

The first two men rolled over and fell, and two more men rushed out.

Carol shifted sideways, swung his knife, crossed the back neck of the two men, and with a twist, he plunged into the passage.

Boom, boom, boom!

A series of gunshots went off, and then there was a scream of horror: "Ah, monster. ”

“Why can't I kill you? ”

“She's a monster, run. ”

Marcos stared at Lorna in the hall with his eyes wide open and unconsciously looked at her: "Is your sister... a psychic too? ”

Lorna snorted, didn't answer the question, followed the path, and two little grey and black knives followed her closely.

Gunshots in the corridor are decreasing rapidly, while screaming and shouting are increasing rapidly.

In addition to this cry of monsters, there are occasional wails: "My gun's jammed. ”

“Mine too. ”

“Run. ”

These men's guns were distorted by Lorna's magnetic field manipulation of springs and needles, which is also the simplest and most efficient way to deal with firearms in safety regulations.

If that doesn't work either, you can twist each other's triggers, hammers, magazine openings, and other small parts.

What squashes each other's guns and forcibly turns them around is an extremely wasteful act, does not meet the requirements of a sustainable battle, and is easily detected by the other.

But Lorna just needs to understand the commonality of the firearm and disassemble the assembly several times to determine what can easily cause it to malfunction.

Coupled with an incredibly lethal little flying knife, she can easily handle dozens of shooters on her own.

Psychic powers are not scientific, but enemies who are killed by Psychic powers can be summarized in science and analysis.

Not to mention Lorna's ability is still weak, and even if she can take off with a bridge in the future, enough knowledge will allow her to use the least amount of power to maximize the impact.

So with or without superpowers, people must learn more about the expertise that suits them.

This is the power of knowledge.

Marcos was about to go after him, and suddenly he heard Torres whispering, "Help me, I can give you money, lots and lots of money. ”

When he looked back, he saw a middle-aged man walking in the door with white hair.

This middle-aged man just blocked Torres from climbing out, and the frightened Torres subconsciously asked for help.

Carol stabbed a large vessel in his leg and Torres sensed he was losing consciousness.

If he doesn't call for help, he's dead.

So, he just subconsciously struggled for the last chance, not even thinking about who he was.

Of course it's Luke with “Mr. Wilson” in his old face.

He looked at Torres at his foot, thinking a little bit, or he pulled a tablecloth wrapped around the growth strip and stuck it against each other's thighs, stopping the blood loss.

Torres screamed, his eyes turned white and passed out.

Luke doesn't care.

Save Torres now. Save him for questioning.

Carol should have thought the same thing, so he didn't get a knife in his face.

But with the intel, this guy dies, and Luke can touch his head and earn a few percent.

It's just a tablecloth, so easy to make money.

Taking care of this, Luke walks into the bar, leisurely finds some off-the-shelf coffee powder from the cupboard, turns on the coffee machine, and prepares himself for a cup of coffee.

Marcos has a little hair in his heart: this is pie... how can it be so much like hidden boss in a movie! Why else would he save Torres?

But Marcos knew Torres' boss Ferdinand.

Ferdinand is also a middle-aged man around forty years old, but of Latin American descent.

Its gang members are essentially Latino and, together with a small number of black people, there are almost no white people.

At first glance, it's a big boss white guy, and Marcos hasn't even heard of it.

And so he thought, while Luke was there, he bowed his head to the coffee maker, moved his footsteps silently, and slipped into the aisle to find Lorna's ventilation message.

Luke is lazy with this guy.

Even if love is free, even if Lorna is just one of his goals for spreading the net, even if he hasn't put anything into it, it's still frustrating to be cut off so early by this kid.

What's more, Marcos is a little red name.

In other words, he had no human life at his disposal, no serious violent crime or mass trafficking in contraband drugs.

Secondly, this guy still has a little bit of a responsibility.

Faced with Torres, Marcos didn't run away on his own, didn't show his cowardice, and always wanted to protect Lorna.

So when Luke works, he prefers to meet bad people, and that's how easy it is to handle the tail.

In his earpiece, Selena's voice came: "Done. Seven guys who escaped down the hill got killed. Remember to take it away later. ”

Luke, um, made a sound.

Selena saw the situation in the lobby through the drone, and she couldn't help but mock it: "Hey, you seem like a very average coffee maker, right? Well, except the flowers are prettier. ”

Luke turned a white eye: "Acting, you know! Don't you have a barbecue over there? Can't you keep your mouth shut with food? ”

Selena suddenly said, "Yeah, you have to have some snacks to watch the show. ”