Super Detective in the Fictional World

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Today, Claire has personally joined two large-scale shootouts, and his mentality has long been different. ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

Moreover, Robert and Luke had blood-washed the fifteen gunmen of the Carlos family in Shackleford, and the incident finally passed to her.

Luke was reluctant to tell her everything about the night, always sending her away in two or three sentences.

Claire can only harass Robert.

The rough man Robert loves Claire very much. After all, he is his only daughter, not born or born.

He also did not elaborate, but under the efforts of the little skin monkey, he roughly described the situation that night.

From then on, Claire knew that even in the quiet town of Shakford, the police were a high-risk occupation.

The continuous shootout that took place today is nothing more than a cognition that has changed from hearing to seeing with your own eyes.

The only difference from her imagination is that the person who saved her was not a good partner on movies and TV, but two superheroes.

They fought a robber with a gun, just like a kid playing with a doll.

Cool enough, but far less dangerous than Robert told her.

Claire wore a Luke-made bullet-proof vest, which made her even have the illusion that if she wasn't flying, she was worse than them, or was it ... a helmet?

With the riots, Claire inevitably encountered danger.

Claire and Karen rushed without hesitation after seeing a group of babbles holding a flustered young woman and trying to drag the woman into the hideout.

When they raised their guns, they shouted "lapd", and the seven or eight guns held opposite them were warning them that Los Angeles tonight is different.

Los Angeles is now home to all kinds of criminals and thugs.

Claire, standing in front, reacted quickly, immediately hugging Karen next to her, and rushed to the trash can near the wall.

Poppy poppy!

The opposite punk shot without hesitation.

Tonight was a messy night, and it was time for them to do whatever they wanted.

No one can trace them, even if they kill.

Only two policewomen appeared on the opposite side, which made them even more courageous.

Karen shrank at the corner, listening to the series of clanging sounds from the trash can, and couldn't help whispering, "We won't be killed? I don't want to disfigured."

Claire rolled his eyes: "They have hostages on our hands and we can't shoot at random. And, if you were killed and not disfigured, are you sure they won't do anything more disgusting?"

Karen was all excited: "But, I don't want to die, let alone disfigurement."

"Then shut up and tighten your body a bit to avoid stray bullets." Said the little skin monkey, the small mirror in his hand had been proficiently probed out, and dexterously shot: "The problem now is not to save the hostage, but They didn't run, they forced us. "

The guns in Karen's hands were shaking, "So, what shall we do?"

They had more guns, more people than them, and held hostages, and everything was bad for them.

Claire reached out his muzzle, remembering the mirror shooting points Luke explained to her, and with a slight estimate he pulled the trigger decisively.

She must immediately stop the other side from approaching without fear, which would put them in a deadlock.

Pop! Poppy!

The five shots are slightly spaced. The first two rounds are the test impact points, and the last three rounds are the real shots.

A gangster screamed and fell, covering his crotch.

The gangsters yelled, "Ah, the black dog was shot."

"Damn, his bird was interrupted."

"Kill these two Bichi!"

Claire looked at the gangster approaching against the wall in the mirror, but instead of panic, he entered an unusually calm state.

Poppy poppy!

"Ah!" The second gangster fell, hitting three shots on his chest and abdomen.

The gangsters were taken aback: what special marksmanship is this! Hit two people with two shots? Don't run into stubble yourself!

"Boss, use this," a gangster shouted.

Claire cried when he saw what the other party had taken out.

The two gangsters who fell behind actually took the ak rifle.

The iron trash can barely blocks ordinary pistol bullets, and the penetrating rifle bullets cannot stop it at all.

Although both of them were wearing bullet-proof vests, Claire's head was not bullet-proof. Karen's bullet-proof vests only covered the upper body and the danger of retreat was equally great.

How to do? She was anxious.

"Girl, do you need strength? Call my name!" A low voice sounded in her mind.

Claire: "What the hell?"

"Apologize! I'm not a devil! In addition, just talk to me in my heart, needless to say." The voice that was so low as the devil in the game roared suddenly.

Claire: ... ok, sorry, what are you?

"Call my name and you will gain strength!" The low voice continued.

Claire: Then you also have to tell me, what's your name?

Deep voice: "Uh ... glutton!"

Claire: e ~ glutton!

"Stupid ... that e is not in my name!" The voice was a little irritated.

Claire couldn't help yelling: "wtf!"

"Apologize! Don't swear at me!" The low voice was dissatisfied again.

Sorry! But can you hurry up? I seem to have called your name! Claire yelled in his heart.

"I'm not right! You must come back! Read me-glutton!" The low voice was persistent.

Claire felt that the chest was so painful and completely enraged, but he could only follow: glutton!

"You already have my power, go fight, the girl chosen by fate!" Said a low voice.

Claire was blinded: wait! What kind of power do you have, why am I not feeling at all?

"Stupid ... girl! Relax your body, don't resist." A low voice cursed.

Claire suddenly felt that his gunman was lifting himself.

She exclaimed, and wanted to control it.

"White ... girl, it's my strength, don't resist it." The low voice almost wanted to curse, but like the previous times, it didn't have the courage.

Claire turned in his head and chose to obey. After all, she didn't have a good way now, and it was too late to summon Luke.

With her gaze, her right hand poked out the muzzle smoothly.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

The five gangsters fell to the ground without making a sound of screams.

"Girl, you can go out and clean the battlefield," said a low voice.

Claire still looked at it with a small mirror ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~.

She could only see her outstretched right hand just now, she could not see the five gangsters at all, and there was no possibility of aiming.

As a result, all five gangsters fell to the ground without a hit.

Only a few seconds later, she returned to God and gestured to Karen for two tactics of sign language. The two alternated cover and slowly leaned over the gangster's body.

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