Super Detective in the Fictional World

"John Wick." The old voice sounded, and Sloan's figure appeared at the elevated window behind the city wall.

Looking down at the man, Sloan also looked indifferently: "What do you want to say?"

Luke hesitated, looking up slightly: "Just to tell you something."

In the mutual aid society, no one is arguing.

Luke was a little regrettable: these supporting actors are not professional, and no one came to ask "what".

Adding drama to himself, he still maintains John's classic calm face.JPG: "Whoever kills me, I will kill his family."

Sloan: ...

Name killers: ...

Guards: ...

Many people have a thought in their hearts: We, are you threatened face to face? Or was he threatened by someone at the door?

This is really ... Sarpris, Maja Fako!

Sloan's eyes flickered, but he didn't have any expression, but just faintly ordered: "Kill him."

Where the words fell, gunfire suddenly sounded.

The guards around the castle opened fire almost at once, and the bullets swept towards the open space like a storm.

Sloan still stood quietly in the high platform window, and the killers just pulled out their guns, but none of them opened fire.

They are not those puppets, with enough pride in their hearts.

There is only one other person.

Even if he was the recently-renowned Nocturnal John, he didn't have the right to let them shoot together.

Dozens of guards began to attack, and they did not want to lose their share in this siege.

The next moment, their faces changed.

There was no one in front of the bullet's gate, and the Night Demon disappeared into sight.

This disappearance is so strange, it seems that just blinking and people are gone.

But who are they?

They are the name killers of the Mutual Aid Society, naturally far beyond ordinary people in response and dynamic vision.

All along, they have relied on super strength and suddenly disappeared in front of their opponents.

Now, someone has played this hand in front of them.

At this moment, even the tall Sloan's face changed.

He remembered the night wolf and white pigeon that had just died, two to one, and died so silently.

The news was sent by the Night Devils John on their own initiative.

"Everyone don't keep it, just kill him." Sloan's voice was loud, and even the dense gunfire couldn't hide it.

The order was issued, and everyone, including the name killer, knew that this meant that the other party had to be killed.

Soon, the lights in all parts of the castle turned on, and large dark areas became bright as day.

In the textile factory building, the workers who were notified took out the firearms and turned into a killer.

Poppy poppy!

The sound of gunfire exploded and sounded instantly in the plant.

Ordinary killers who lined up for guns in the firearm room shot blood arrows, exclaimed, and a series of people fell down, like rows of blood gourds strung.

The figure in the black suit did not know when it had appeared in the factory building, holding an MP7 in each hand.

Facing these ordinary killers gathered like chicks, Luke used MP7 at a rare sight.

Its up to 40 rounds of ammunition brought powerful and continuous lethality. Those killers who took guns were like lined up shots, which were shot one by one.

This time, Luke did not use any Mozambican shooting method.

Two bullets kill an enemy, too slowly.

Hitting the chest is also too slow.

All killers were shot in the head, without exception.

Within ten meters, Luke used MP7 or Glock. It had no difference. He had too much control, and the speed of killing was limited to the speed at which he switched targets.

The killers, who were not immediately rushed back outside the castle, changed their looks. The four people closest to the factory building simultaneously activated the physical outbreak and rushed in within two seconds.

In their sight, Luke just saw his hands loose and let the two MP7s fall, his hands passing over the sides of his waist like a phantom, and two Glocks appeared again.

The four killers who just rushed in saw the two Glocks, and their pupils shrank.

The excessively long magazine under the handle is obvious. There is no doubt that it is a special long magazine, which is likely to be a 33-round ammunition.

Coupled with Glock's rate of fire, it is enough to use it as a small charge at close range.

Poppy poppy!

Just under their gaze, two Glock muzzles exploded far beyond the flames of ordinary pistols, and a deadly fire burst out instantly.

The ordinary killers in this workshop were completely washed out by MP7 blood, and another group of ordinary killers poured out from several entrances.

They were on the side of the plant, and when they heard the gunfire, they rushed over.

The aisles they showed were usually used for cargo transportation, so spacious that they could easily enter a large truck.

The width of fifty or six meters allowed these killers to pour in very quickly, such as the broken ant's nest, and a large group came in.

They then ran into the ferocious firepower of two long magazines Glock.

These are the elite killers among ordinary people, and even Luke's people don't see the shadow clearly, they immediately hit the street.

No killer could rush into the entrance of the tunnel five meters, and they were all killed there, layer upon layer, as fragile as straw under an old farmer's sickle.

Only a few killers who fell a little later staggered this slap-handed operation to send people their heads, hiding in cold sweat on the side of the entrance of the passage, without any bravery.

Bang Bang Bang!

The four killers, before Glock's final shot was completed, finally launched the first round of attacks, each with a shot.

These abilities are powerful and mean old-fashioned killers are far more powerful than those ordinary veterans killed the other day.

When they rush in, they automatically disperse and enter from four directions at the same time, trying to make opponents overwhelmed.

Luke's response was beyond their expectations.

When four bullets came, Glock in his hands still did not change direction, and stubbornly headshot the last seven or eight ordinary killers.

When the bullet flew, his figure blurred in the eyes of the four, and appeared two meters away.

Four people's precise marksmanship encountered new problems.

Because it was too accurate, the four rounds of bullets could never have drifted to two meters away, and Luke was naturally unharmed.

At this time, the two Glocks in his hands finally became empty.

Luke loosened his hands again ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Glock started to fall.

Only two guns fell to his waist, and his hands crossed into his armpits again.

When the two guns landed on his thigh, he had two more guns in his hand.

This time, it was finally no longer Glock with a longer magazine, but two modified P226s.

In fact, in the short time he had thrown his gun and drew his gun, he had successfully avoided four fired bullets, and pulled out a faint afterglow in the air, and hurriedly forced two people inside the factory building.

Poppy poppy!

Facing the strange speed that Luke suddenly showed, the two were shocked, but did not immediately panic, and several bullets hit him on the approaching line.

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