Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke had to be funny: "If I didn't wear armor, you'd feel like you had a chance? ”

And before he spoke, his right hand had been ripped out of his pants by the vines, and a short stick in his right hand had bounced off in a clicking sound, turning into two long sticks, about a meter and a half long.

I can't help it. It's not convenient to give them a chance to bang someone on the back of a knife.

Boom!

A square umbrella between black and white emerged from the top of the long stick in your hand, blocking the past with an arc.

The arc hit the umbrella surface, disappeared directly and did not work at all.

Wrist rotation, the square umbrella surface rapidly rotates around the body, and the sharp umbrella easily cuts off the bound vine.

Once the umbrella was closed, his figure rushed in and came to the flowers.

His eyes looked at the stunned young man, and he saw a dark red mark on his forehead - which Luke had knifed out with his back three days earlier.

“Good to see you again.” Luke grinned and knocked his head off with a long stick.

Duang!

The young man pounded down and a thicker red print appeared slowly on his forehead, covering the previous dark red mark completely.

A white cylinder shoots from the other side, and in the noon sun, the cylinders sparkle with thin, sporadic light.

As soon as Luke's umbrella opened and stopped to his side, the white cylinder hit it, and the one on the umbrella condensed a piece of ice crystal.

“Frozen? It's kind of funny." Leaps quickly and obliquely against the umbrella and comes to a girl who spits out a white cylinder in her mouth.

Side by side, the umbrella closes, and the umbrella ends gently on her stomach.

The frozen air column in the girl's mouth was immediately interrupted, her face rose red and she knelt with her hands on her stomach.

She held her breath for a few seconds and vomited out for a short lunch.

Running past her Luke went on and on to an old acquaintance - a middle-aged man who had been arced into a pig that day.

But this guy was brave today, facing Luke, with his hands stretched out in front of him.

Luke hey, smile low, unobtrusive prophetic snake-shaped manoeuvre.

The middle-aged man suddenly lost his arms and suddenly caught them chasing his figure.

As a result, his long arms almost twisted into hemp without touching Luke.

By the time Luke got to him, those big hands had recessed into a U-shape.

The so-called long whip refers to this state.

Seeing Luke with a cold smile on his face and a raised umbrella handle, he had to cry: "No. ”

Luke swept past him, his umbrella stabbed his pig in the back, and a white electric spark burst between them.

Nutrition!

The middle-aged man screamed out loud and ran off.

Luke's Cold Heart: Did you really think I didn't know you were thick and fleshy enough to resist a lot of physical blows?

Actually, the current only hurts the guy nicknamed "Taurus” and doesn't cause much damage.

The problem is this guy doesn't usually feel much pain because of his special abilities.

He is not a long-trained iron blooded man. Instead, his ability to awaken has greatly reduced his tolerance for pain.

The pain caused by the current stimulus is even more unbearable for a moment.

Like three days, this talcum ran away screaming, and two straight, thin red lights shot at Luke's legs.

Boom!

Black-and-white umbrellas opened and covered his figure again.

There was a little smoke on the umbrella of the two red lights, which delighted the attacker: Effective? Harder!

The red light, which was like a pencil, suddenly swelled to the thickness of the small arm, burning the umbrella to a nourishing sound, and more green smoke erupted.

Then... two tiny, bright, shaky, umbrella surfaces appeared.

“WTF?” A young man with a pair of sunglasses in his hand could not help but scold, and even the red light coming out of his eyes faded for a moment: turns out, all he just burned was an umbrella mask?

Luke didn't give him much more time to be surprised. He approached the umbrella and hit it again.

Duang!

The young man, whose eyes glowed in his eyes, turned his eyes and passed out.

Luke stepped down, and the whole person vacated and rushed towards a big tree more than twenty meters away.

Boom, boom, boom!

Four gunshots were fired from four directions, but the timing of his emptying out of nowhere to borrow, and it was determined that the weird umbrella could not cover the four directions simultaneously.

Boom!

The umbrella opened behind Luke, and his rapid figure slowed suddenly in the air, sending four bullets from a meter in front of him.

Boo!

As the umbrella closed, he quickly fell from the air into the canopy of the tree, and his figure flashed between the branches and fell back to the ground.

At this point, the branches of the great tree suddenly flexed and pressed against him.

Luke raised the umbrella handle in his hand.

Boom!

In the fierce roar, the next two meters of the tree were seen, and the large stone platform for people to ride in was pulled into a ground debris by the umbrella handle.

Luke didn't look at the big stone table, he stared at the big tree beside him: "Move again and I'll kill you. ”

The branches pressed under the tree suddenly retracted quickly, returning to their original state, and appeared to be no different from ordinary trees.

Boom, boom, boom! Four more gunshots.

Luke's smile on his face became a little weird and his body moved one step away.

Pfft!

Two more holes in the large tree.

“Ah!" The tree screamed suddenly, and the dark green liquid flowed out of the two bullet holes.

This scream made the four snipers hesitate: beating up teammates, how the hell are we supposed to fight?

But soon they won't have to hesitate anymore because Luke pulled a pistol out of his pants pocket...?

Everyone around him was a little stunned: No, how could your pants pocket fit a gun so big?

Luke threw his body out with his arm.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

The gunshot stops as the body and arm rotate a turn.

Four snipers, far from 100 metres away, although determined that it was impossible to hit a 100-meter target with a revolving shot, were even less likely to hit the pistol, but habitually moved the position a little.

Then… four bullets move as they pull out a tiny arc and shoot into their right arm.

“Ah!”

“Ah!”

“Ah!”

“Ah!”

Four almost consistent screams and four snipers covered their right arms, where a hot bullet hole had been added.

Luke raised his hand, that ivory wooden guard, and Colt 1911, carved in silver, pointed at a bush more than twenty meters from the side: "Roll. ”

In the mumbling sound, the Asian old man walked with his head and deserted like a middle-aged man with brown sugar.

He can't stop bullets, and he can't hide from the horror of four shots in a hundred meters. Can't he wait to get shot?

This is a heartbreaking killing bell!

Luke's muzzle flattened again, not yet in place, and another bush slowly stood up a big Asian man.

He raised his hands and gave an embarrassing and thick smile: "Yes, I'll go too. ”

He said, neither turning nor letting go of his hands, and walked backwards like that.

As a fighter, he was quick to run backwards, not much slower than the little Asian old man, and soon disappeared outside the little garden.