Super Detective in the Fictional World

Does Luke need to rescue Dominic? Seems like ... no need.

Regardless of whether the group's robbery is going on or not, he will clean up important branches of the Hernan criminal group.

The presence or absence of this group had little effect on his actions.

Thinking about it this way, the throttle at his feet slowed down, and the steering wheel flicked around a street intersection, and he saw three cars coming suddenly across the road.

Luke is also familiar with these three cars, and has seen it several times these days, especially the armored Hummer in the middle.

This is the car of the bald FBI Hobbs. Dominic's four unlucky eggs are in this car.

Luke shrugged and proceeded inadvertently.

The two sides quickly passed each other.

But just after the two sides made mistakes for dozens of meters, Luke heard a bang.

Immediately, his eyes narrowed into the rearview mirror, and he saw that in the blaze of fire, one of the FBI's three cars was blown up.

On the roof not far away, a person was holding an RPG launcher in his hand, and all around was emitting soot.

"This must be a joke!" Luke murmured, and quickly brought himself a hood, then a double-layer body armor and a bullet-proof helmet.

AK stood beside him, with two magazines on his body.

This group of Hobbs had six people in three vehicles.

They had fewer than twenty gangsters from the regular army, and they could easily be killed by them.

The number of gangsters who dare attack them will not be small.

Sure enough, just as Luke changed gear, he saw in the rear-view mirror a large number of gangsters firing on both sides of the street.

They were shooting wildly at the corners, windows, rooftops, and cars behind the two cars.

Luke looked at the second vehicle, the strongest armoured Hummer, and cursed, "Damn it."

The smartest way for this Hummer is to rush out. As long as it is not directly hit by RPG, it can completely resist the shooting of those rifles.

However, it stopped, followed by the following cars, and the two cars were blocked by the first car overturned by the rocket.

They want to rescue their teammates. This is a commendable but extremely dangerous choice.

"Damn!" Luke yelled again, his hand moving quickly: "Lao Tzu's new car!"

As he spoke, he hurled up the speed of the car a dozen times on the steering wheel.

At this moment, there was a stun again, and the second rocket ejected, hitting the SUV in the back.

The FBI people desperately fighting back were suddenly blown out by scattered air waves.

Looking at this situation, Luke can only hope that the FBI will not be too unlucky.

The FBI subconsciously chose an armored Hummer as a bunker. They did not face the explosion directly, and they were all alive with good luck.

Within ten seconds, relying on the assault and the advantage of firepower, the gangsters who had the upper hand saw another black armored Hummer coming over.

It was amazingly fast, swaying left and right on the street, driving out an AK and firing wildly.

The gangsters who fired on the road were forced back by the flying bullets, especially the guy who took the RPG, and was the first to be killed.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

On the left side, several gangsters shooting down from the rooftop of the building screamed and fell down.

Rushing across the road like crazy, while the black armored Hummer flicked, AK's sweeping tail flame moved down.

Bang Bang!

A few rounds of bullets hit the head of a warrior who dared to stand up again with the RPG.

New labor-owned cars, whoever dares to blow up, will die! Luke was fierce in his heart.

At this moment, the black Hummer just flicked its tail, finished turning in place, stepped on the accelerator, and banged back again.

After adjusting the driver's seat, the AK fired wildly again, emptying the remaining half of the magazine.

The four or five gangsters on the right screamed and fell, some fell into the rooftop, and some fell from upstairs, looking very messy.

Many people are shouting, no one knows who is shouting.

Over there, the bald FBI Hobbs was also one of the shouting people: "Damn, Wilkes! Just snoring when you are alive."

"Head, cough, I'm still alive, but at least two of my ribs were broken." A young Asian man spit hardly with **** saliva and leaned into the back of the roadside car.

Hobbs was a little relieved, this was not a minor injury, but at least he wouldn't hang up immediately.

"Mike, how are you?" He shouted again.

A Latino strong man was lying on his back and raised his head from the ground: "It's okay, I can't die."

Hobbs gritted his teeth. "Get up and kill the guys around before the Hummer has been blown up."

This is a small street surrounded by buildings. When a vehicle encounters an RPG, it is a live target, and they are a guide to the front car.

Luke had rushed to them not far away and opened the door and got out.

Instead of rushing to make a comeback, he replaced the AK with a new magazine while lifting the door.

The gangsters re-emerged.

This time their luck is not so good.

With two feet standing, Luke with a two-handed gun and Luke firing with one hand on a speeding car, the hit rate is completely different.

For Luke, these gangsters who have begun to rise from the building are all in slow motion in his eyes.

He can even have time in his mind to plan the most concise and efficient shooting route, and then blow up the bandits one by one on this line.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

Five rounds of bullets, like a line of shots, five gangsters fell in turn.

Luke then turned to the front cover.

Bang Bang!

The three gangsters at the corner diagonally ahead of the car were silent and their heads burst.

Bang! Bang!

The gangsters on the second floor of the building behind the four cars fell on their backs.

For a shot no more than 30 meters away, he could meet two opponents who could compete with Luke.

He still raised his muzzle, moved to Hobbes's earthy armored Hummer, and patted the door: "Hey, come out to save people."

After a while, the door opened and a policewoman pointed a pistol at Luke alertly.

Luke didn't even look at her: "Hurry up, you guys, get the injured FBI into the car."

The car was quiet ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Four people came down quickly.

Their handcuffs were all opened, and Luke glanced at the policewoman without a word.

Dominic, the bald man, squinted and asked, "Who are you?"

Luke waved his hand: "Saving someone, don't you want to carry a police case on your back? This is the FBI."

Everyone was speechless, their hands and feet speeded up a lot, and they quickly lifted out five injured FBI from the side and sent them to the yellow Hummer.

Just as they moved the wounded, Luke's AK shot several times in a row, and several remaining gangsters were shot without even seeing their faces.

For a time, in addition to the sound of burning cars on the street, and the low moans of some gangsters around, the street was quiet.

The crowd could not help but speed up their actions and quickly got everything done.

Luke looked at the bald FBI Hobbs standing next to the car, armed with a gun alert: "How are you injured? Do you need me to take you to the airport?"