Super Detective in the Fictional World

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In the eyes of a large number of coerced buying crowds, a magical scene happened again.

I saw the hitman picking up the “common weapon” of the proletariat-the steel pipe, and rushing toward the group of guns and black hoods.

Duang! Duang!

Two crisp sounds that were almost connected together came to the ears of the onlookers who were holding their breath and felt extremely clear.

The two gangsters on the far right only raised their guns, and they were drawn on the left and right foreheads by half-meter-long steel pipes, and fell straight without a word.

The rest of the bandits couldn’t help pulling the muzzle on the front of moved towards to the right, and started shooting.

Peng~ peng~ peng~’s continuous gunfire, but the bullets always fell in the empty space behind Luke.

DuangDuang! DuangDuang!

The proletarian warrior holding a steel pipe, at this moment, just like the protagonist in a Hong Kong martial arts movie drove Wushuang and rushed into the group of enemies, the four gangsters fainted again.

The remaining gangsters had to move the muzzle again, pointing from the front right to a parallel position to the right.

Luke’s battle method suddenly changed. Steel pipe fists hit the four people in the vicinity, causing them to stagger into the middle of their companions.

During this process, their non-stop moving bodies also blocked the shooting line of the other companions. Luke’s high-speed brain made sure that no one muzzle could aim at him.

The half arc of the culprit was also quietly squeezed into an irregular ellipse at this moment, and Luke was cutting into the approximate centerline of the ellipse.

Then in this one-to-nine battle circle, immediately “control” the shadow flying, screaming again and again.

Luke’s steel pipe has changed from the fierce beating just now to quick poking, provoking, poking, and teasing. At the same time, his free hands and feet keep rubbing the four “shields” around, always covering his body.

The remaining five gangsters always feel that an accomplice is blocked in front of the gun.

Whether it’s scrupulously injured or not sure of hitting, they all hesitated briefly.

Two overreacted still pulled the trigger and successfully opened a few holes to the two shields, but the other three did not have time to keep up.

The unremarkable gray steel pipe is like a poisonous snake, “shooting” from behind the four shields and hitting their trigger hand.

In the cracking sound of ka-cha, the palms of the gangsters changed their shape.

Powder fractures are all mild, and the two men who pulled the trigger even had their fingers broken and flew out several meters.

But they didn’t even make a few screams, and the gray steel pipe fell on them again—this time finally their heads.

As they fell, Luke gave up controlling four shields, allowing them to fall softly.

When Gang Gang took care of the five gunmen with guns, his fists also beat the heads of these four shields, and the concussion was properly coma.

Fifteen gangsters with guns took less than ten seconds to attack the street.

Zass, who was drunk with a head stick, barely lost his dizziness at this time, but the headache began to become severe.

The feeling of something twitching on his forehead, trying to come out of it, made Zath extremely uncomfortable.

Even if the gangsters who assisted him are wiped out in front of his eyes, he must be calm, otherwise he will not be slower than the gangsters.

So he spoke: “Wait, we can talk.”

Luke glanced at Zas: “What are you talking about?” When he said this, he poked a steel pipe in his hand, destroying 100 million guns on the ground.

Zarth: “Who are you?”

Luke: “Me? Just an ordinary hitman.”

Zass: “…Then I can hire you for hundreds of thousands of dollars. How about following me tonight?”

Luke picked up a broken rifle and smashed it into Zas’ face: “Just this gun can sell for more than $3,000 on the Gotham black market.”

Zas raised his hand to block the broken spear that hit his face: “500,000.”

After destroying the gun, Luke showed a mocking smile on his face: “I’m a hitman, and I hate people using money to hit me!”

Speaking, he faced Zas and raised the steel pipe again.

Zas still didn’t give up his efforts, shouting: “I know where the giant explosives that joker put down are. That’s a ton of TXT that will kill many people.”

Actually, as a penguin man, he knows that the explosives taken by joker are at least dozens of tons, and losing a ton of TXT is nothing at all.

Said this is just to interfere with the suspected superhero guy on the opposite side. This kind of person is most concerned about the lives of civilians.

The gray steel pipe was swung without stopping, and the speed of Zas’s double knives skyrocketed, as if he had never been injured.

His body far exceeds the ordinary person. Although Luke’s steel pipe is heavy, it is not a serious injury.

The delay is just to reduce the dizziness, and then another counterattack.

After all, Luke’s fighting ability is really fluent, master style, and Zass himself dare not say that he is stronger.

However, Zass felt that he could rely on his physical fitness to make both sides suffer unexpectedly. It is more likely to be seriously injured by a knife than a steel pipe.

So, he stabs the steel pipe with a knife, and stabs Luke in the chest and abdomen. The knife he stabbed is still inclined upward.

As long as it hits, Zas will swipe up and break his stomach.

Unfortunately, dreams are always beautiful!

In reality, Luke’s steel tube suddenly retracted a bit, just enough to let Kaizas’ short blade, and then changed from a diagonal split to a forward stab, stabbing him heavily on his forehead.

Zars’ eyes went dark, and the familiar dizziness reappeared.

Vaguely, he also heard Luke’s faint taunt: “Idiot, my pipe is longer than you.”

Actually, not only was the weapon’s length different by ten centimeters, the length of the arms of both sides also differed by more than ten centimeters.

From the perspective of an onlooker, you can see that at this moment, Zhas has a steel tube on his forehead, and the short blade that he stabbed is still twenty centimeters away from Luke’s body.

One hit was successful, and the steel pipe rounded the backhand, giving Zath a second blow.

Duang!

It’s the familiar, crisp iron sound again, but Luke looked at Zas, who was staggering two steps, but still standing: “Hey, your end…a bit iron.”

Duang, Duang, Duang, Duang, Duang!

Luke leaned in, and the steel pipe tapped on Zath’s bald head like a wooden fish.

It’s really hard. He can beat Zath’s head into tofu with one tube, but this kind of anti-beating guy is definitely a good experiment material, it’s a pity to kill him.

So, Luke’s strike always controlled his strength, just enough to strengthen the dizziness, but it would not damage Zath’s brain too much.

Bad luck’s Zas felt that a water and land dojo-like bells and drums rang in his mind, and then his consciousness became more and more blurred, and finally the world was quiet. After more than ten times, he was finally happy. Passed in a coma.

At this moment, more than twenty red dots have appeared on his head, and a small part of it has begun to bulge slowly.

At this time tomorrow, Zas may be able to impersonate Gautama.

Luke grabbed Zas and looked around at the quiet and whispering crowds-some people here were originally from the Riddler, but now they are “second into the palace”, luck is indeed unusual.

Seeing him, all kinds of voices quickly fell down again.