Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke: "nypd."

This is the home that must be reported. Although he reversed the order of the head and the home of the gun, after all, he still reported the home.

The middle-aged man strangled by him apparently stung: "nypd?"

Luke: "Say, who's inside?"

The middle-aged man suddenly shouted, "dea! We are Dea's agent. My certificate is in my chest pocket. You can see it."

The voice in Room 6b was suddenly quiet, Luke frowned, and the gun was still resting on his back of his head. He released the left hand that pinched the man's neck, touched it a few times, and found a badge.

Just glancing at it, he knew it should be true.

But whether these "dea agents" are true or not is unknown.

Or they are really more troublesome than agents.

The middle-aged man held by his gun felt his neck loosened and immediately said, "We are on a secret arrest mission. I am Blas Bolton, and my colleague is inside."

The words were still loud.

Luke narrowed his eyes, faintly understanding what was going on.

Accompanied by the words of Blass-Borton, someone finally spoke in the room: "We are dea, who is outside? Blas."

Blass quickly called: "It's a police officer of nypd."

As he spoke, Luke had withdrawn his gun and returned to the stairway.

He couldn't believe the group of Dea agents in the room.

A man finally leaned out of the door and glanced out quickly.

After confirming that the door was only Blass, he quickly leaned out again, and to Luke, "What are you doing, man? It's not good to point a colleague at the gun."

Luke smiled, but his expression remained unchanged: "I'm sorry, I received a notification of a fierce gun battle here. You didn't show the police badge."

Having said that, the muzzle in his hand was still facing the door of Room 6b.

The counterpart's look was obviously not very good-looking.

Luke was even more aware of the panic at the door, and there was still someone behind him quietly explaining how to deal with his words.

The movement in the room grew again.

After Luke had said this, he walked a little further down the stairs, hiding most of his body below the ground level.

He then pulled out the phone and called the information center at the headquarters.

Luke reported his identity and police number, explaining the situation here, and the headquarters said that the patrol officer would be there in a maximum of five minutes.

In the room 6b, there was constant movement, and Luke's keen hearing and brain response constantly grasped the information in the other party's sporadic language.

"What about this product?"

"Maki, wait for you to take it out. If it is found, it is said to be seized illegal drugs."

"What about here? What about the kid's body?"

"think it yourself."

"what?"

...

It was said that it was five minutes, but it was still fifteen minutes after the two patrol police cars rushed downstairs.

Luke showed the badges to the four nypd patrol officers who went upstairs, indicating their identities, and told them what happened there before taking them to the door of room 6b.

The patrol officers stood on both sides, holding guns in their hands, and started shouting loudly: "nypd, the people inside listen, put down their weapons and come out to show the documents, otherwise we have reasons to maintain reasonable doubt on you."

It was quiet for a while, and finally four people came out one after another.

They did not have guns in their hands, but they just inserted them back into the holster, and everyone had a dea badge on or on their hands.

A winged eagle stands on the octagonal circle of badges, and can be distinguished at a glance from the nypd badge.

The patrolman stepped forward, looked at the badges one by one, and nodded to Luke.

Luke was no surprise.

These dea agents are real, but they are the only ones who know what they are doing here.

Luke knew about it, but he couldn't accuse him without proof.

While the patrolman communicated with several Dea agents, he stepped into the room.

Near the doorway was the body of a chubby man, but the six bullet holes in his back and a long bloodstain formed by the crawling behind him were quite wrong.

Avoiding all the blood stains, he walked in two steps, and a young girl at the end of the right passage was also shot there in the back.

Luke looked silent, took two steps, and looked at the bathroom, which opened to the door on the right.

A woman was wearing a headset soaking in a bathtub with a big hole in her chest. The water in the bathtub had been turned red by blood, and a large amount of red water stains had flowed on the ground.

Luke sneered: A woman listening to headphones in the bathtub needs a shotgun to pierce her chest? sat is not so rude to empty cloth elements.

After a few glances, he took a few more steps, and another corpse appeared at an intersection.

Luke's face went dark.

This is a little boy, up to four or five years old, at this point he has been shot out of breath in his chest.

Except for the man at the door, the three people who died here were defenseless women and children.

These dea are crazy!

After stopping for a while, judging the direction in which the bullet hit the little boy, he walked into another room.

The room is messy ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There are gun holes everywhere, not a gun.

This should be the place mentioned by the police call.

At the door was the body of a man in a checkered shirt. The smell on his body showed that he had a lot of contact with several other people. This should be the dea group.

The dead in the room were just five of them.

It was the male owner who died at the door. The hostess was in the bathtub. The young girl and the little boy were children in this family.

Looking around the room, he fell into a picture frame.

It was a photo of the dead young girl and the little boy, but in the lower center, there was a photo silhouette posted there.

It was a eleven-year-old little girl.

As Luke looked at the situation in the room, a middle-aged man in a beige suit was also looking at him with a smile on his face: "Police detective, this is our case."

Luke dropped his gaze on him. This time he didn't even have a polite smile on his face, but just said lightly: "Two minors have already died here. The way you deal with the case like dea is to make an empty attack. Or the Holocaust? "

The man in the suit changed his face: "What do you think the traffickers are? Pious believers, are you finished praying in the church every day? They will take out guns and kill you at any time."

He raised his finger and pointed at the body of the man in the flower shirt, and shouted, "My buddy is dead, so you're talking cold words? Oh, by the way, did you see that, the dead fat man also broke the labor and capital? Suit! "He motioned to his left shoulder.

There was indeed a shot there.

However, Luke could see that the shotgun was not fully implemented, but was just rubbed by one or two projectiles, otherwise the guy's left arm could not have been moved.

He nodded, "Just be happy." He turned and walked away.