Super Detective in the Fictional World

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For a time, gunshots and siren sounded in romantic city streets.

Luke was not in a hurry.

Kinkade's old guy didn't want to die easily, safety first.

A SUV with a backward mercenary garnished from the back, he drew a hand on the rack behind the motorcycle, and a large killer hidden in the holster was held in his hand.

boom! boom!

As he rushed past the car, the big killer in his hand sprayed the windshield in front of him.

The front windshield of the SUV took a large part, the driver's seat burst into blood, and the front of the car broke through the guardrail and fell into the river.

Luke Wow said: "Gente niang's energy!"

The big killer in his hand threw a circle in the air, and the empty shell retreated in the click, and the motorcycle just grabbed the second SUV diagonally in front.

boom! boom!

The mercenary driving the second SUV also followed in the footsteps, a bullet hole in the front windshield, and his face was beaten into a pock-shaped funnel.

A bearded mercenary on the co-pilot responded quickly and pulled the steering wheel without letting the SUV out of control.

Luke's big killer took another turn and the muzzle provoked.

The bearded mercenary's complexion changed greatly, and his hands loosened, and the whole person shrank under the center console.

boom! boom!

The co-pilot's windshield was also smashed, and the SUV flicked its tail sharply, tumbling to the ground.

Luke stunned the co-pilot and walked away.

This big killer is a small toy that is purely personal and can only load seven rounds of bullets. It is too wasteful to hit people, and it is best to hit a car.

If there are four mercenaries on an SUV, then seventeen will be seven, twenty-seven and eighteen ... ah ah!

Luke reluctantly retreated.

Although these mercenaries are not bad, there is no guy with a very strong individual, and it is not as rigorous as the regular army ladder and the offensive turns take turns, it is difficult for him to get serious.

When the front of the car turned around, Harley Fatty inserted an alley obliquely. When he rushed out, he just flew a tail and stuck it to the co-pilot of the third SUV.

The big killer in Luke's hand just made another turn and straightened up.

The co-pilot's mercenary shuddered and looked down.

boom!

The mercenary felt a little scalp pain, but he couldn't help feeling the companion who started to bleed on the entire chest in the driver's seat.

As a result, a hand reached in through the broken car window, grabbed the gun belt, pulled him out of the car, and dragged forward to the ground.

The mercenary sang, his hands were waving wildly, trying to shake off the gun belt.

But Luke twisted around his neck with a gun strap, and he couldn't pull it apart.

The mercenary's **** rubbed frantically on the bumpy small brick street, his eyes were almost white, and Luke shot a gun and smashed his head Duang against the railing on the side of the road. The guy was hung halfway by the gun belt.

Throw away the extra trash, Luke continues to catch up.

As a result, a burst of gunshots made everything explode around him, but the police officers in two police cars opened fire on him.

Luke must fall: These policemen are really good, whoever hits who!

He decisively deflected the front of the car, and Halle Fat walked across a small bridge and followed the mercenary SUV opposite him.

Catching up on the SUV at the turn, shot in the window, forced it into the crooked river, Harley Fatty suddenly accelerated, the front of the car lifted up, rushed to the front cover of a car, leveraging the roof Gao sprang up and rushed to the middle of a small bridge.

There, a mercenary was taking out an RPG and aimed at the oncoming speedboat.

The bald-headed eyes on the speedboat widened, nostrils flared, and breathing stopped for a moment.

In this narrow river, hiding this thing was purely a gamble, and he was not sure. He could only ask God for blessing.

At this moment, in the sudden roar of the motorcycle, a Harley fat man flew obliquely, rushing in front of Jinkaide and falling to the bridge.

Kinkade can even see a black leather knight in the sun, a modified Winchester M1887 turn around leisurely.

With a clear click, the empty shell flew out and the next bullet loaded.

boom!

This gun directly fired the mercenary holding the bazooka, and the rocket warhead shot into the SUV next to it.

The acquaintances were split, and before they could react, they saw a rocket enter the window.

But because the distance was too close, the safety of this rocket did not open, it did not explode, but continued to penetrate through his shoulders and nailed it to the seat.

Harley Fatty flew over the head of the rocket mercenary fluttering on the street, rubbing it diagonally across the floor.

Luke inserted the beloved toy back into the holster on the rear wheel in mid-air, squeezing his hands over the head of the chaos.

Harley chubby hit the ground on the bridge, flung his buttocks sideways, and finally settled down, dodging left and right on the sidewalk, and caught up with the bandit and police cars in front.

The man in the police car didn't shoot him this time, and the copilot's cop was surprised, shouting, "What's your department?"

He had just seen Luke collapse the rocket mercenary, and those who used the rocket in the city would certainly not be on the police side.

In this sense, is Luke a friendly?

Luke didn't say a word. The throttle turned and passed the police car, and his left hand was drawn back and turned again.

Click! boom!

The last gangster's SUV twisted the lower body, but couldn't escape Luke's shots close at hand.

But the driver was very persistent, while reducing the speed, he also tried to keep the SUV moving forward.

Luke's mouth tilted, and Winchester made another turn in his hand.

Click!

The gangster finally raised his head and wanted to look at the traffic ahead.

As a result, a black hole muzzle was pointed at the window of the driver's seat.

His eyes widened and he exclaimed, "No ..."

boom!

There was blood on the driver's seat.

Is it bad to live? Why are you so dedicated! He sighed and closed his gun.

Watching Jin Kaide driving a speedboat, disappearing at the turn of the river, the Harley Fatty under Luke accelerated again and left.

...

However, Kinkade escaped successfully, but some security encountered a little trouble.

Michael may have been infected by the African Emirates ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Before he drove a motorcycle, he also helped Jin Kaide solve many mercenaries, but was eventually knocked off by a group of mercenaries from the motorcycle, and was captured after being unconscious Already.

Luke followed Michael's eavesdropper, turned around, and followed.

Twenty minutes later, outside a small old building on the outskirts of the city, Luke stood behind a big tree and looked at the mercenary den in front of him.

He looked at the screen of the phone again, and there was a green dot quickly approaching it.

The green dot is Kinkade!

This old guy was also not simple. After escaping the hunt, he quickly reversed the mercenaries back.

Michael in the den was about to be treated by electric shock, and Kinkade's black bald head was about to get the points.

He can't wait any longer.

In the headset, Michael is chattering: "You know what? You have to let me trust you and make a connection so that I can tell the intelligence ... Ah ~"