Super Detective in the Fictional World

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"... good. Update the fastest ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛" Michael uttered.

"... It's so shameful." Russell looked complex and pushed out the door.

Michael looked at the closed door and suddenly patted his head in annoyance: "Damn! Why should I say this?"

"Good! Looks like you're not stupid yet home." Luke finally said quietly in the living room.

Michael looked sideways: "Ha?"

Luke shrugged: "You haven't had a girlfriend for a long time? Well, maybe when you were rich, you had some" female "friends, but who really loved you, maybe only this little girl."

Michael slanted a pair of dead fish eyes: "How old are you? Do you know what love is?"

Luke Hehe: "Because I don't have a girlfriend yet, I don't need to worry about love, young people."

Michael moved his lips, but found that this was irrefutable, and he could only shift the subject, pointing to Kinkade: "Should you change your friend's clothes?"

Luke held his chest in his hands and looked at him strangely: "Why are you here?"

Michael also looked back at him strangely: "Protect this **** old guy."

Luke spread his hand: "So he's your mission goal, not mine. Besides, I'm not familiar with him, why should he change his clothes?"

This is still a non-Chief old man, and the ghost wants to help him change clothes.

Michael was choked again, and a moment later he gave a thumbs up: "It's very lucky to be friends with you."

Luke didn't care.

lucky? Of course.

It's easy to find someone to help change clothes in this world, but it's hard to find someone to help.

Kinkade woke up from a coma, looked at the blood bag he was hanging, and then looked at his other hand: "What the **** is this special thing?"

Michael organized his gear: "Handcuffs. Didn't you forget that you were a prisoner?"

Kinkade: "No, I mean, who changed this" fashionable "clothes for me?"

"You are lucky, I brought two sets of changing clothes?" Michael began to wear a coat.

Kim Kade looked at his "new" clothes, which was a suit with a small vest: "The clothes are Kiriki, you dare to wear them? Let me guess, is it not what you were a few years ago?" Did you buy it when you were a bodyguard? You did look like a little girl then, haha. "

Michael pouted and ignored the question.

Kinkade: "Well, I don't seem to be wearing underwear? It feels a bit cold for the birds."

Luke finally said, "It was all he made for you, not me."

Michael rolled his eyes: Thank you so much.

But he said, "You wore it, otherwise I dare not change your pants, OK?"

Kinkade pouted: "It's boring."

Suddenly, an old-style rotary phone in the room rang.

All three frowned.

Michael quickly stood up: "This is the safe house of Interpol. If the phone is not answered, or if there is a problem with the identity after the call, they will send someone to check it."

Luke's ears moved: "It seems ... have arrived."

He opened the curtain slightly, and saw a few police cars on the street not far from the lights, and rushed over with a siren.

The two black SUVs just stopped downstairs, and eight guys with guns rushed in. At first glance, it was not the police's way.

Interpol did have traitors, and actually went to the safe house before the police.

Michael quickly opened Kincaid's handcuffs.

King Kade was there, "Where's that little beauty policeman? Well, it looks like Russell, right?"

Luke: "Go away."

"Hell, I like this little girl ... eh" Jin Kaide saw Lu Ke's gaze gaze: "Very energetic, I will have a daughter like her in the future."

Luke sighed with regret: "I thought your love had shifted."

Kinkade wiped the cold sweat that did not exist: "I will always only love my Sonia."

Luke stood up and carried his backpack: "Go, unless you want to kill dozens of policemen below."

Kinkade also followed, "Dozens, are there so many?"

Luke: "Yes, there are at least twenty special police."

Michael had waved at the door: "Dare you touch them, believe it or not, SAS next time."

Kinkade was silent now.

SAS is not easy to mess with.

One or two Kinkades can still be stunned, but once SAS is dispatched, they will not only come with one or two. At least they are fully configured squads.

The three men walked out of the room before Michael wanted to go to the right, but Luke held him and compared him with some tactical sign language.

The two leaned to the stairwell, and the two just across the door pushed in.

At about the same time, one man was punched by Luke in the back of his head, and the other was choked by Michael.

Boom!

Michael watched Luke pull his fist from the gangster's face in his arms, and then motioned to himself, and resignedly dropped the unconscious gangster and followed.

As soon as they opened the door of the stairwell, they banged twice behind.

The two rolled their eyes almost together and turned to look.

At the entrance of the stairwell on the other side, Kinkade just lowered his muzzle: "Thank you for your protection, almost made me get shot by these two guys from behind."

Michael: "... good job, guess what the police downstairs do now?"

Lu Ke's keen ears had heard several policemen calling downstairs: "There are gunfire, there are gunfire upstairs."

The sound of footsteps came from under the stairwell.

Luke sighed and pointed to the top of the building.

It's okay to kill some gangsters, but there are dozens of police officers performing official duties. He really doesn't want to deal with them.

Giving Michael a gesture, he helped Jinkaide, and the three ran to the top of the building.

Jinkaide was originally prepared for the hardships, but it was almost led by Luke to the top floor, and he wanted to speak with a smile.

Luke gave him a gesture and asked him to stop talking.

Michael in front rushed past the exit of the stairwell and continued to run towards the top floor. Two sneaky gunmen came out of the stairwell.

boom! Snapped!

With one kick, www.wuxiaspot.com, he slapped his hands, and Luke knocked the two gangsters to the ground with a two-pronged approach.

Killing is spared.

Below the bunch of policemen, he didn't want the police running after his own ass.

Anyway, the guy who kicked him in the stomach for at least a week, slap in the face is also a severe concussion, and if it is not good, the cornea will fall off.

boom!

Running ahead, Michael took his feet, turned his head, and saw that a gangster who had just emerged from the stairway in the distance was knocked down.

This shot, of course, was released by Master Jinkaide.

Luke held up his hand: "Kinkade, there are dozens of policemen downstairs, can't you keep a low profile? You see, I just slapped and kicked my stomach."

Kinkade: "I'll pay attention next time?"

Luke: ... I believe you a ghost! You have a black bald.