Super Detective in the Fictional World

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Luke listened to the song quietly. Fastest update ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

Unexpectedly, the old guy sang well.

He sang it with a smile, but how much blood and tear experience there is can only be personally experienced.

This old guy is a pity to be a killer! Should be a talk show actor or singer or something! Luke thought so.

The vehicle headed west in the middle of the night and headed for the seaside ferry.

There was silence on the country road at night, and Kinkade, who was tired of singing, fell asleep.

This old guy can't resist the fatigue caused by blood loss no matter how tough he is.

Luke sat quietly in the back seat, and suddenly he moved his position slightly, looking from the rearview mirror to the rear of the car.

"We are company," he said.

Michael looked into the side mirror. "How do you know?"

Luke: "Don't speed up suddenly and slowly reduce the speed a bit, this is not a chase movie."

Michael: "Are you sure?"

Luke pulled the gun under his arm: "It's just an SUV, up to five people, but no police here."

Michael just hesitated a little bit, and did what he said.

Luke didn't see much shots, but he was clean and not worse than him.

It's best to solve worries and move on.

Michael noticed the car behind him, and whispered in his mouth, "Not called Kinkade?"

He could solve his opponent without Jinkaide, but he was afraid that the black bald head who was sleeping and looking up would be killed in the crossfire.

Luke: "It's okay, aren't you comfortable when he's dead? Lest he always teach you 36 things about love."

Michael: "..."

He felt that compared to getting a 3A rating, it was still acceptable to endure a black bald head.

Luke quietly lowered the window and lowered his body slightly, only looking at the car behind him with the rearview mirror.

With his reminder, Michael's slowed down speed did not cause the other party's alert.

The gangsters are not stupid, they just move faster than Michael, and behave like normal night cars.

Luke couldn't help but laugh.

He had seen this car during the evacuation of the safe house. The mercenaries on it had a clear temperament. It also happened to choose the same route late at night.

Luke said softly, "You count down. When the countdown is complete, you brake suddenly."

Michael understands in seconds, counting in his mouth: "Fifteen, Fourteen ..."

Luke: ... Peat, don't you count down from five? Not even ten.

Of course, he understood that Michael's countdown was actually the time when the two vehicles were leaning together.

"Eight, seven ..."

Luke has reconfirmed the license plate of this car, the one outside the safe house.

"three two……"

Luke's feet rested on the back of the driver's seat, and his body rose a bit.

"One!"

Crunch!

With a sharp braking sound, the speed of the Mercedes-Benz dropped sharply, but it remained stable, with no side slips, and no rollover.

Michael's driving level is also not low, knowing to create the best shooting conditions for Luke, although the brakes are sharp, they are not abrupt.

Luke got up along the inertia, and Glock pulled the trigger to the black SUV passing through the window with almost no movement of the muzzle.

On the co-pilot and rear seat of the SUV on the right, the three gunmen with no guns had no time to respond. A series of bullets were hit from the front to the back. Each person's head and half body were shot more than two.

Luke whispered, "That driver is wrong."

During the shooting just now, he didn't let go of the driver's target, but the driver's body fell instantly and missed a shot.

Michael stopped the car smoothly: "How did they track us? I deliberately chose the westbound road, just not wanting to be blocked by them in the east tunnel."

Kinkade's lazy non-chief sounded: "Surveillance, there was surveillance when you stole the car."

Michael shook his head: "It's impossible. I drove eastward for a while and then back to the west."

Luke: "Two people, now is the time to witness the miracle. Can you respect this driver a little bit?"

The two words in front of me also noticed that the roadside driver was not far away, and the driver of the black SUV came out and walked staggeringly.

Kinkade: "I don't have a gun. Please help."

Michael: "I'm a security officer, not a killer."

Luke pouted: "This driver is not a man either!"

Talking, Glock fired continuously in his hand.

The shaking driver across the body suddenly accelerated and could hardly see his movement track in the night.

"WTH !?" The two words yelled almost in unison.

The driver's movement is almost pulling out the afterimage, which is definitely not the speed that normal people can.

Luke hurriedly replaced Glock with a new magazine.

The approaching driver flashed left and right and stopped suddenly, while using his hands to touch the body, he jumped again and again, screaming in the mouth: "Ah, ah! Why can you hit me every time?"

Then the duo also noticed that this guy had seven or eight bullet holes in his upper body and kept bleeding.

Strangely, with so many bullets in his chest and abdomen, and his wounds still groaning and bleeding, the driver was still full of gas, and screamed while he was jumping.

Thinking of what Luke said, Michael raised his gun.

Poppy poppy!

He emptied the magazine, without rushing to see his results, but turned to look at his head: "WTF ?!"

Kincaid was holding a gun in his hand, leaning against his head.

But Michael blocked his shooting.

Kinkade slaps on his face: "Don't stop me! You didn't hit him with this bad shot!"

Poppy poppy!

Kinkade's magazine was quickly emptied.

Michael sat up, taunting in his mouth: "Wow, it seems like your marksmanship is also bad."

Kinkade: "... I hit him three times, and you only hit him twice. I hit his chest and abdomen three times, and you hit the arm again. I said that your marksmanship was bad. ? "

Luke was silent ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Too lazy to take care of these two guys, push the door and get off.

At this moment, the unlucky driver with more than a dozen bullet holes on his face was incredible: "Impossible, why can you hit me?"

Luke didn't answer, but laughed inwardly.

Even if you don't count yourself, Kinkade and Michael are good guys in ordinary humans, and the level of use of firearms is far beyond ordinary people.

Relying on speed, the driver wanted to avoid all the bullets and was too indifferent.

He's not fast enough to dodge bullets, and lacks the skill of gun fighting. Being shot is normal.

As soon as Luke threw his right hand, a telescopic swing stick was shaken away, and he walked towards the driver who was full of bullet holes.

The driver grinned, grunted, and swooped up.

Then the duo also pushed the door and got out of the car. Michael quickly said, "Wow, wow, I think, why don't you just sit down and talk?