Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 1317

Chapter 1317: A Mediocre Old Man

The first-rate shooter outside adjusted his shooting angle and provided No. 2 with firepower support.

The commander, who was burning with impatience, was pleasantly surprised. He quickly said, “Good job, Richard and Jeff. Provide additional backup and try to control his movements.”

On the other end of the earpiece, a man in the same black combat uniform as the criminals was moving. He gave a low laugh, which was full of ridicule.

Richard? Jeff? Those two guys already had their heads blown up. Did this idiot really think that his sniper team was that strong? Thinking that, the black figure sped up and charged through the window he had just broken.

These guys were all trash! With so many of them, they still couldn’t even take down one man.

However, he could still make use of these three. At the very least, they were strong enough to hold back the Boogeyman, which made it easier to kill him! So, he couldn’t let these three experts die right away.

Just as the shooter broke into the building, another fierce battle broke out.

The mysterious shooter had disrupted Luke’s rhythm, and the attackers had already reacted.

Two shadows dashed out with 20% more speed.

Luke slowly spun the chain mace in one hand, while he blocked the attack with the shield in the other.

No. 3 jumped left and right as he approached, but the spinning mace brushed past his head.

If he hadn’t withdrawn swiftly, his head would’ve already been smashed.

He couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

He had never expected these ancient Middle Age weapons to be so effective against them in the hands of the Boogeyman. What was even more astonishing was his strength and skill with the weapons.

If Luke had been using a gun or a sword, they were confident that they could fight him head-on with their special physiques and tight defenses.

In the end, Luke used a chain mace and a shield, which were far heavier than regular weapons. He could easily break their bones and slow them down.

Until now, the only advantage they had over the other party was their speed.

They were used to relying on speed in a fight. They had never fought a head-on battle without speed, and couldn’t break out of this habit for the time being.

They could only rely on this advantage to find a chance to deal a fatal blow.

At that moment, both sides heard the shooter break through the window.

The three of them weren’t worried. The commander had already let them know that the person was on their side.

Luke also knew that the mysterious shooter was an enemy.

His drone had detected this person.

When he ran into the building, Luke matched the man’s scent to someone in his memory: Bullseye.

He was surprised and delighted.

Bullseye, this “old acquaintance,” barged in, and Luke was now very familiar with the three bullets which was fired at both his upper and lower torso, making it impossible for him to completely cover his body with the shield.

This time, the three bullets, combined with No. 1 and No. 3’s attack, blocked Luke’s escape route.

Luke suddenly chuckled, and the other four could hear the excitement in his laugh.

Physical Outburst, Muscle Control, and Physical Enhancement; it was a 3-in-1, unfinished 0.5 version of his explosive-type abilities.

The chain mace in his hand hummed and turned into a blur in the eyes of No. 1 and No. 3.

The next moment, the mace hit No. 1 in the abdomen, which was his biggest opening.

Bang!

There seemed to be a ripple in the air. No. 1 couldn’t even scream as he turned into a shadow and flew out like a cannonball.

As No. 3 dodged, it turned dark in front of him. The shield swung at him from the side at a speed slightly faster than his own.

His heart trembled, and he held his hands up in front of his chest without hesitation. He didn’t dare lash out with his claws at all.

As No. 1 had proven, he would only break bones that way.

Clang!

The claws he was using to block his chest acted as the first layer of defense, followed by the protective armor he was wearing, and finally, his body.

Pu!

No. 3 spat out another mouthful of blood and was sent flying.

But this time, he could still control his body. His injury wasn’t severe; it was just that his hands were shaking again.

Luke’s sudden outburst sent the two enemies in his path flying, and the bullets which flew at him from behind didn’t hit their target.

At that moment, he made an unexpected choice.

Spinning the chain mace in his left hand, he sent it flying toward Bullseye, who was still firing. He then drew out the Glock that he had yet to use from his waist.

Pa! Pa! Pa! He also used a triple combo on the other party.

Bullseye dodged the three bullets and chuckled. “You’re using a gun against me? How interesting.”

As he spoke, he fired two more bullets with his HK416 to block Luke’s approach.

Luke, however, smiled and said indifferently, “I’ve seen bullets that can turn corners. You’re… mediocre!”

Bullseye narrowed his eyes. “Is that so?”

Luke easily dodged the two shots, then suddenly raised his shield to the side.

Clang!

One of the enemy’s bullets flew past, and the other bounced off a suit of armor and flew toward Luke’s temple.

Luke said indifferently, “What an old-fashioned method. You’re outdated, old man!”

Pa! Pa! Pa!

Bullseye’s bullets missed their target.

The man rolled over the floor and fired three more shots. “Really? Young man…”

A dark shadow suddenly lunged at Luke from the left. It was No. 2, who had been sent flying earlier.

The guy’s eyes were red, and there was blood on his face and body.

It wasn’t his blood, but the blood of a certain criminal.

No. 2’s hands, which had been crippled by Luke earlier, were back to normal, as if he wasn’t injured at all.

Luke snorted. “What a nuisance.”

He raised the shield in his right hand to block Bullseye’s attack, but didn’t immediately open fire at the incoming No. 2.

With a fierce look on his face, No. 2 didn’t care about the gun in Luke’s hand at all. He lunged forward, as if to take Luke down with him.

Luke swung the Glock out nimbly to collide with the claws first.

Then, the gun paused to rest against the claws. With a gentle twist of Luke’s wrist, the gun slid down the back of the claws, and Luke suddenly pressed down.

No. 2’s hand dropped.

Suddenly sensing something, No. 2 subconsciously pulled back.

But it was too late.

The two of them were only one step away from each other at that moment. Luke pushed the claws aside with the Glock and raised the muzzle slightly, as if the gun was meeting No. 2’s gaze.

Bang! Bang!

No. 2’s eyes turned into holes.