Super Detective in the Fictional World

The appearance of this reward was purely an accident.

In one breath, over 100 special-combatant-level combatants were deployed to encircle Luke. There was almost no other possibility except for the battlefield.

He will not enter the battlefield.

He doesn't have any hobbies about killing, all because of experience points.

Even if some people must have experience points to earn, he did not kill them all.

Like the one hundred or two hundred cases he has handled over the past year, most of them were just sent to prison by him, and most of the dead were concentrated in certain malicious groups.

Other small cases involving petty thieves, bank robberies, and threats with guns, even if they can be solved by shooting, he is only subduing the other party.

The reward from the Continental Hotel gave him a chance.

Actual combat is the sole criterion for testing truth.

Today's actual battle has tested his speculation.

The ordinary human army can no longer pose a threat to him without a coordinated attack with a lot of heavy firepower.

This doesn't sound like a big deal, anyone in the army doesn't have any heavy firepower.

But Luke and his various vests were all located in big cities.

In this environment, the military is unlikely to use heavy firepower, and the consequences are too serious.

He is invincible against ordinary people in the city.

When he reached this conclusion, there was no surprise in his mind, but he was a bit empty.

The phrase "Lonely as Snow" is indeed a true portrayal of the mood at the moment.

From this moment, the battle with ordinary people will become a simple and no suspense mechanical brushing behavior, even if the opponent is an elite killer or special soldier, even if the number of opponents is dozens or hundreds.

Unless the opponent is a super-powered person, or, as some big or small, has more than normal equipment weapons, it is only a moving target under his muzzle.

Thinking about this, he quickly cleared all the "garbage" and the scene, and threw it into a large truck parked in the park parking lot.

This is also the prop he reserved here in advance, which exists for washing the floor.

Turning his head to look at the dead park, only the snow falling in the park, he groaned for a moment and chuckled: "Let me keep a souvenir for you!"

With the cover of a large truck carriage, he said that a life-size sculpture was transported from the storage space and placed on a small peninsula by the lake.

Most of the killers tonight left Xiaoming here, a good place to leave souvenirs.

With the sculpture in place, Luke waved a matte knife, and a row of standard English swashes appeared on the base of the sculpture.

He stunned the sentence that was carved out by a machine. He nodded with satisfaction, turned and wanted to leave, and suddenly stopped again. The matte knife waved again and engraved a number under the message—126.

"This time, your memory should be a little clearer and longer." Luke smiled slightly, got on a big truck, and soon disappeared in the park.

The quagmire park fell into silence again, only the layers of snowflakes fell, and gradually piled on the stun killer and the black statue.

Snow is getting bigger.

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With a book in his hand at the Continental Hotel in New York, Winston watched leisurely on the sofa by the fireplace.

Suddenly, the door was knocked.

He frowned. "Come in." Just listening to the knock on the door, he knew it was Caron, the duty manager of the hall.

A thin-skinned black man entered the door and walked not far from Winston.

He was wearing a neat black suit with a straight back, a quick but impatient movement, and even looked quite gentle, quite different from most African-Americans in their pursuit of unrestrained nature.

This is Karon, and Winston's most trusted man.

"Sir, something happened," said Caron, lowering his body slightly, softly.

Winston was not irritable, but did not delay. He bookmarked the book holder in his hand and closed it on the small coffee table next to him: "What is it?"

Karon: "There was a problem with the order for the smiling man. News just came. Only one of the 127 killers who went to the mire park survived."

Winston's breathing paused slightly, and he lifted his hands off his golden glasses: "What's the situation?"

At the same time as he was speaking, several thoughts had drifted through his mind.

Peer ambush? Official shot? Or ... is that man out of the mountain?

Thinking of the last thought, he couldn't help shaking his head slightly: Impossible, the man had left the circle with great pains and hardships, only for a precious love, how could he come back again.

"The person who survived was the one sent by the smiley person to deliberately return the message. She also called the hotel the first time after she woke up, and I learned the news." Caron said.

Winston looked calm, stood slowly, took two steps, stood in front of the fireplace, and added two firewood to the fireplace: "What did he say?"

Karon's racial talent limited the deepening of his complexion, but his expression seemed stiffer: "Sir, is it true?"

Winston watched the wood that had just been thrown into the fireplace gradually faded, and then flamed: "Say."

Caron: "His original words were-go back and tell the Continental Hotel that this is just a small meeting. Since I'm in New York, then I stand and you have to kneel. I sit and you have to lie down , Just like you now. "

He repeatedly confirmed this.

He knew that his boss would ask.

In Winston's eyes, the fire of the fireplace was beating, and the newly added wood made it more lively.

After a moment of silence, he said: "The person who is alive, take good care of her and make sure she recalls all useful information."

Karon: "Yes, sir."

After waiting for a while, he didn't hear the next sentence, and hesitated slightly before he said, "Sir, that smiling man ..."

Winston waved his back to him: "Leave him alone for the time being, as usual."

Caron opened his mouth, and finally said respectfully, "Yes, sir." He exited the room.

One order killed 126 killers, which is also extremely rare for a mainland hotel.

Karon originally wanted to ask what to do ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But he couldn't guess many ideas of Winston, but he believed that boss had his own plan and he didn't need to remind him repeatedly.

Winston stood in front of the fireplace for a while, until he felt a little hot, he walked back to the living room, took out his mobile phone and broadcasted the number: "Check the order, number 041125, the contract code smiley. Including the payer, and the reason for the contract .Remember, I don't want N-hands from the street. I want first-hand information. "

Hearing over there, he hung up.

He walked to the window and watched the first winter snow that was getting bigger. There was a faint bad feeling in his heart.

This premonition helped him avoid many crises, and he would rather believe it and spend time and energy verifying that it is true than categorizing it as a suspicion of the elderly.

This world is really too dangerous.

Continental hotels are not invincible.

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