Super Detective in the Fictional World

When he got a hit, Luke moved and backed off for a few meters.

Bronsky's other arm swept from where he just stood.

Then he plunged his hands into the ground and pulled his head out, with a fierce light in his eyes.

Luke Moore wrote the following: Strike resistance is super strong and ordinary armor kills them very low.

Bronsky screamed in his mouth and ran off on all fours, despite the pain that seemed to break his head.

So he revealed less than half of the blossoms, just more like a mutant toad bouncing on the ground.

Luke raised his hand and inspired a restraint in a near-facial manner.

The black cylinder bounced into a mesh pocket over Bronsky, but he was impatiently pulled apart at random.

Looking at the alloy pockets that didn't last a second, Luke wrote down another "normally configured restraint disabling” and threw out a cylinder with his other hand.

It was Bronsky who erased the pasty net pockets and another black cylinder blew up in front of him.

Black liquid glued to his ugly face, blocking his vision, breathing and sense of smell.

“Ahhh... hmm?” Bronsky wiped his hands on his face several times and finally got rid of some of the black liquid and opened his mouth to yell.

The third round of black cylinder came close and blew into his grown mouth.

Grumpy! He swallowed it subconsciously and a strange flavor of potion came down his stomach.

Bronsky's eyes are all red: "You despicable bastard! ”

Luke continues to record experimental reports: the face hugging device has a certain amount of control effect and needs to be invested more.

Bronsky rushed in, Luke floating around like a bullfighter, leaning smoothly on each other's pigsty points.

One more thing has not been forgotten in the experimental report: emotions are easily out of control and actions are easily induced.

Red-eyed Bronsky rolled just two times this time and stood up.

He's already going mad.

Luke's gear was endless, but there was only grass and sand in the golf course, and he couldn't help it if he wanted to grab something to attack remotely.

The only bit of reason left is to remind Bronsky that this is not the right battlefield for him.

Staring at Luke with hateful eyes, he turned his head and ran towards the western city.

He is an elite special soldier who is skilled in civil and alley warfare and has to go back to the city to fight this guy before he loses so much.

And the Dark Knights will be worried about the safety of ordinary people in the city, unable to do everything they can.

Bronsky didn't have to worry about that, and he could find a lot of suitable debris to throw the attack.

But just over ten meters later, a dizziness appeared, and Bronsky almost fell to the ground.

The tracked Luke again recorded super resistance, super sedative with some effect.

But the super tranquilizer was used for a few seconds to get to the elephant, and Bronsky just took a few steps and started climbing up again, and the movement was just a little uncoordinated.

Looking at the other party wanting to run west, Luke records that he still has a certain ability to think logically.

Meanwhile, he flashed to Bronsky's side, and while he was just starting to speed up, several black cylinders hit the guy's limb joints.

The cylinder bursts and the white fog fills Bronsky's body with snow.

Bronsky looked angrily at his hands and feet: "Damn, liquid nitrogen! ”

However, his movements then paused for a moment and accelerated immediately.

Luke frowned and recorded one more time: the effect of low temperatures was not obvious to him.

Write this down, he's fast approaching Bronsky.

This guy's about to rush out of the golf course in seconds. He can't run out like this.

Bronsky's face was full of "Don't let me do it” and slapped him.

Perhaps anger erupted, and this slap was much faster than before.

Luke only had time to raise his hand and was pulled out.

He immediately adjusted his thrusters and body posture in the air, quickly pressing himself back to the ground, releasing his legs continuously on the ground, and accelerating past Bronsky.

Luke played with his hands, and a huge bat dart covered the front space.

Bronsky has confidence in his physique, and district darts are not worth mentioning.

Then, a string of bat darts hit his waving hands and body.

A strange feeling of paralysis came from the area where he touched the bat dart, which was almost like being stung by a horse bee.

Bronsky couldn't help but scold: “You beeping beep, I'm going to beep...”

Luke didn't move, just adding another one to the experimental record: the paralysis toxin had almost zero effect on it.

There are a lot of people scolding him, not without this one, but there are a few more experiments to be done tonight.

So he raises his hand as a rope dart staggered out.

Bronsky's heart is crumbling at the moment: bastard, how much shit does this guy have on him?

He finally figured out why Batman and the Dark Knight didn't use guns, but they had so much deterrence —— these functionalities are so much scarier than guns.

The vast majority of people meet, it's not a pain, it's a direct street trip.

Even worse, there are so many darts in front of me!

Even if Bronsky didn't want to touch them, he couldn't escape the gap in the network of rope darts and hit one end.

The blue and white arcs immediately lit up on these rope darts, and the subtle crackling echoed back into the golf course.

Bronsky screamed "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Wait, just a few hostages, he doesn't believe the Dark Knight dares to use these damn things against himself.

Speaking of electric shocks alone, ordinary people have to zoom charcoal in seconds.

Luke sighed: Okay, this guy's got a lot of resistance.

From the beginning, he had used psychosomy + hallucination, but the other side, apart from being angrier, did not accept mental control at all.

The sedatives, paralysis toxins, low temperatures, and electric shocks all worked poorly afterwards.

Looks like... more experiments are needed! He lifted his hands and suddenly stopped shooting while the electric shock interfered with his approach.

Bronsky's perception was inevitably negligent and he didn't even notice that two black objects were stuck behind his heel.

That's the original shape of a new generation of nanowar boots.

Alfred immediately activated the boots with super privileges.

Luke also accelerated suddenly, hitting Bronsky hard from the side.

Bronsky is still pounding, and huge palms even sound explosions in the air.

Luke's thrusters pulled hard, the rope dart in his hand pulled, and an arc drifted, circling half a turn behind Bronsky's back, successfully avoiding the blow.

Bronsky wasn't involved with Luke either, because he finally stepped on the street.

Seeing vehicles moving from one side to the other, Bronsky's ugly face finally made a laugh: Now it's my turn to fight back!