Super Detective in the Fictional World

When Eddie arrived at the final action point ten minutes later, he looked at the information and realized that his new boss was truly courteous and that he was still sharing the issue tonight.

On the virtual light screen in front of him, there were more than twenty people in a small building three stories away.

Looking at this number, and the hot and cold weapons that were deliberately marked on the light screen, he was a little nervous: “What happens next? ”

Selena: "I gave you the gear. Why don't you just walk in the rest? ”

Eddie:... doesn't that just mean you can rush in and hit it all over again?

Selena: "Remember, the minimum requirement is for all criminals to go to the hospital for two months. ”

Eddie: “Well, they don't have health insurance, they don't necessarily have the money to go to the hospital. ”

You're such a clever little devil! Selena muttered in her heart: "Three months in bed at home is fine. ”

Eddie admitted he was too young.

When he heard that, he was almost guilty: it was a little embarrassing to let these little bastards lie down for another month in one sentence.

But the new boss ordered that he owed 50 points for the rental of equipment, so he couldn't beat anyone up.

Taking a deep breath, he walked out of the bush and headed straight for the three-storey gate.

The two grass-smoking hybrids at the door didn't watch carefully until Eddie stood two meters out in front of them and looked stunned: “You...”

“Hey, what's this cosplay?” A mix-up that obviously touched the cosplay circle was astonished.

Hey, the next thing you know is you can't control yourself. The bastard laughed. "You think you're Batman! Put on a plastic shell and come out and pretend you don't want to die, roll fast. ”

Selena sighs in the car from afar: "San Francisco assholes aren't as soft as New York, they have balls! ”

Luke lowered his back and lifted his legs straight to the front desk on the left side of the steering wheel with a hand of coffee and an egg tart: "How nice. Now the gangsters in New York run right into someone dressed like that, and I'm embarrassed to do it. ”

Selena was surprised: "Are you still embarrassed? ”

Luke: “Of course, he had a Batman figure standing in his mouth, praying to him every day before he went to work. ”

Needless to say, the New York mix is quite effective, at least the thief eats very little bone fracture in the bottom, and the top of his head hurts for two days.

By contrast, these gangsters in San Francisco continue to insist on American identity - righteously lying, beautifully deceiving and freely stealing.

That's not what Luke said, but what the former Secretary of State of the United States, former CIA Director Pompeo, said when he spoke at the university: "We lie, we cheat, we steal. We also have a course dedicated to teaching these. That is the glory of America's constant quest for progress. ”

At that time, university students applauded, while Pompeo answered a question about foreign policy from a university student.

Clearly, Americans are accustomed to not taking “others” seriously.

Luke was an American all his life, and he was a Texan, so his behavior “out there" was always so rampant.

Selena turned her eyes and said, "Yeah, I pray you don't meet us every day. That's a fanatical devotion. ”

Luke didn't mean it: “Of course, all decent faiths want God to be honest in heaven, otherwise it would be embarrassing for everyone to see each other every day. ”

In the mythological story of the world's mainstream Buddhaki, Master Westerky was betrayed by traitors, resurrected for decades after his death, and then ascended to heaven.

Buddha enlightened and then went to heaven.

I rode the cow away, too.

These legendary submarine lines all mean one thing: You've always been so big, go to heaven and lose your share with mortals!

That's why Luke was so determined to “ascend” Batman.

People who are too perfect should not exist in the world.

……

The two of them are crap over here, and Eddie, the new “Transformer Warrior” over there, has begun tonight's show.

He tries to remember the Batman videos he's seen —— it has to be Batman's, not the Dark Knight, in what he thinks is the most deterrent gesture.

It is well known that Batman is the most frightening of all the villains.

Those bloody red eyes, and the big, fat bat armor, are nightmares that many bosses wake up in the middle of the night.

Eddie is certainly not wearing bat armor from previous generations, all of which were collected in the basement as souvenirs at Selena's request.

Luke gave him a runaway experimental armor.

At the time of design, someone on the road was just trying to have fun, rarely pursuing a look, after all, people were not fun with juveniles.

As a result, when the armor was built, the battle capability could not satisfy the Bat Squad members, so no one wore it to fight.

But since the armor is a cosplay style, the style is distinct from that of most of Luke's armor, just one word - handsome.

The difference between Bat Armor and it is like the difference between Anti-Hulk Armor and Kodak.

Anti-hawk must meet all kinds of battle needs. Being rich is just as good as possible. It will never make a good look.

And up to this thing, what aerodynamics, hydrodynamics, classical mechanics all roll aside, handsome enough.

That's why the gangster at the door first thought Eddie was a cosplay enthusiast.

Because everyone thinks that only Batman and Iron Man armor is the easiest way to hit people.

The armor look in front of you is exaggerated, with two huge metal wings at the back, it's difficult to get around normally, don't talk about hitting people.

Eddie wasn't angry at all.

On his way here, he had already personally tested it.

This weird suit of armor really suits him. Even this time, he owes half a million dollars, and he doesn't feel bad.

On the virtual light screen, the two hybrids at the door were spotlessly stained with a light red layer.

This suggests that the criminal record of the two persons is at least of the level of a small villain.

Not just them, but everyone in the small building will have this discoloration tip.

The change in color of light red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red

The task requires that the dark red target must break the limbs, that the big red target break at least one limb, and that the light red roll at will.

Watching a gangster scold up and shove himself, Eddie just lifted his hand and squeezed the wrist of the other party, turning him around and pushing towards the door wall.

Knock, knock!

The bastard put a hole in the wall with his head.

It's not that he has iron tips, it's just that it's a polymer sheet, and it's very ordinary strength.

But just now, the other side's eyes were full of little stars, lying on the ground, with a "I had nothing to do with it” look.

Another gangster stunned and reached for the handle behind his waist.

Eddie Calabash drew a lady, grabbed his shoulder and pulled, equally forced to circle, another push.

Boom!

The guy hit the whole face flat on the wall, dark in front of him, and passed out.

Face, there's always no head iron.

That's the price of a gun.

Feeling a little gangster who feared himself as a tiger in the past, he suddenly became weak as a chicken, and Eddie couldn't help but sigh: Surely, he didn't want to keep his head down before, but his strength just didn't allow it.