Super Detective in the Fictional World

Selina suddenly reminded: "Three kilometers ahead, there were five pickups in the convoy, and the number was more than thirty."

Luke hummed and moved on.

Selina: "Dito and the team met. He didn't stop. He continued to run away. The team stopped Martin. They were stopped by Martin and they fought."

Luke listened to the dense gunshots coming out of the window and said casually: "Are Martin and Roger okay?"

Selina: "It's a bit bad, they're shooting too often."

Luke turned his head around and probably understood.

The two were chasing too quickly and did not add much weapons and ammunition, and the ammunition prepared by Martin should have been almost consumed in the first battle of the manor.

The squad's bodyguards who hunted down Dito did not use too much ammunition.

But Tito's reinforcements appeared again, and the number was still a headache, and Martin was a bit waxed.

Luke thought, turning off the lights: "Tune a drone and detect the road ahead for me. I'll bypass it."

Selena swiftly operated for a moment, and stretched the tablet in front of him: "The safety route is probably like this."

Luke shifted his sight slightly, looking at the route marked by the red line on the tablet in front of him, calculating quickly, saying, "I'll wait around them from Martin, and you take the bag in the back seat Throw weapons and ammunition. "

Selena retracted the tablet, leaned over to the back seat and pulled the big bag.

These were the weapons that Luke had just seized, and they were brought along without any use.

Anyway, he had storage space, and he never had too much ammunition.

Selena dragged the backpack, lowered the back of the chair again, and placed the backpack on her thigh half-lying.

At this time, the co-pilot's windows were completely open.

Luke began to count down: "Three ... two ... one!"

Selina's actions followed his password completely, holding the bag at three o'clock, raising it to the window at two o'clock, and throwing the bag out at one o'clock.

Martin and Roger scared the vest to sweat.

Martin was aware of it when Luke drove up, but the magazine in his hand was just empty.

Roger was hiding behind a stone seven or eight meters away. He had only a few bullets and was afraid to shoot at random.

This is not a TV series. Hitting a speeding car with a pistol in the dark will have a terribly low hit rate.

The next moment, the Ford pickup with no lights on passed by Roger five meters away, and the co-pilot threw a pile of dark things, just two meters away from Roger.

The hairs of the two men stood upright for a moment, and they suddenly choked.

This situation is not right.

The thrown thing was so big that the X bomb was too outrageous. Only the big X bomb was used for neuropathy.

The Ford pickup did not stay in the slightest. After throwing the package, it pulled out an arc and inserted into the side of the defense line of the Dito bodyguard team not far away.

Martin and Roger immediately understood that this Ford pickup was not Dito's, otherwise it would be best to stop at the rear and pinch them forward and backward.

Sure enough, the Ford pickup off the road was winding in the wild, speeding up and leaping on a small dirt slope.

Luke held a picked Glock in his left hand while the pickup was flying, and his muzzle reached out the window.

Papa Papa Papa!

Intensive gunfire sounded and five members of the bodyguard team suddenly screamed and fell to the ground.

When the pickup landed, Luke swung his wrist toward the back of the car and fired with an arc.

Snapped! Snapped!

Two bodyguards fell down again.

Throwing Glock in his hand, Luke closed his hand and returned to the window, galloping away.

The opposite Martin was stunned: "Holyshxt! What kind of marksmanship is this?"

Pickup emptied to the ground, less than two seconds.

In this short moment, in the dark, the pickup truck driver fired eight shots and hit seven bodyguards scattered throughout the convoy.

It's not so cheating when playing games!

Not to mention, Roger shot seventy or eighty bullets tonight and hit fewer than five enemies.

As for Roger's hit rate, it is already a good level in the Los Angeles Police.

What is the overall level of marksmanship of US police? According to some information, in the shootout with the suspect, the US police shot a pistol within 10 meters of its first hit rate of about 30%.

Therefore, there has been a call in the police system, asking the police to practice more directional shooting at close range in the future and reduce the aiming shot. After all, the aiming rate is only 30%.

Just now, the driver on the pickup truck made eight shots in two seconds in the flying car. Martin was the first to see this shot.

Roger over there is much more crisp.

He is old and has poor vision.

After the bodyguard on the opposite side was shot dead by seven by the speeding driver, he dragged back the large package dropped on the car.

When he touched his hand, he felt a joy in his heart. He couldn't help but laugh and laughed.

Martin looked back: "What are you doing?" As he raised his hand, he caught the AK that flew in, and then used his other hand to catch the two magazines that were thrown in turn.

Roger: "The bag they dropped was full of weapons and ammunition, a lot." With that in mind, he picked up the AK in his hand, pulled the handle down, and clicked.

"Supris! Maja Fakk!" He couldn't help but jump out of his racist savage, and the AK in his hand swept wildly.

Martin was dumbfounded, with a black line on his forehead: "Roger, how long have you never used AK?"

Roger crouched awkwardly, avoiding a bullet flying across from him: "Haha, that's ... well, I'm a detective and never use AK."

When he said that, he had nothing to do.

In fact, he hasn't even touched the M4A1 in his car.

As he said, he was a police detective, not a special police officer, and his micro-rifle was not his main weapon.

If he had used the micro red rifle well, what would SWAT do?

Martin rolled his eyes and suddenly raised his gun.

Bang! Bang!

Two bodyguards firing at Roger screamed and fell.

Martin: "So ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Don't hold your trigger and don't let go? Your level of gun pressure is not enough."

Roger was black and speechless.

In front of the two, Luke's pickup had re-entered the highway and continued to speed forward.

Selina: "Two kilometers ahead, there are buildings and lights. There is a large area of ​​crops around, probably the plantation of Dito."

Luke squinted and looked forward out of the windshield.

His keen eyes could dimly see a little light.

Selina kept saying: "They have lines of defense around the building, which is more formal. There are sentry towers and ... uh, machine gun towers?"

Luke laughed out loud: "So professional?"

Selina carefully grasped the picture on the tablet, and nodded her head after a moment: "It is really a machine gun tower, and there are still two, both of which are on a small tower in the center of the building, which can cover the entire building complex."