Super Detective in the Fictional World

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Shooting would draw the police, and the other party hadn’t attacked first.
She subconsciously glanced at the person next to her.

The other man raised his gun and frowned.
Staring at the face for a moment, he said, “Honduras?”

Outside the window, Luke’s smile grew even brighter.
“How’s your future wife?”

As soon as the question left his mouth, the man’s lips twitched, but he put down his gun.
“Let him in.
He’s not Dukhovich’s man.”

The policewoman was surprised.
“Are you serious? Do you know how many assassins and mercenaries Dukhovich hired to kill you?”

Also, this guy who was hanging around sneakily outside the window looked like a killer! She muttered to herself, but under the gazes of the two, she still opened the window hesitantly.

After opening the latch, she immediately backed away from the window.
Although she didn’t raise her gun, she was still ready to attack.

Luke opened the window and crawled in.

He nodded at the vigilant policewoman.
“Hello, beautiful lady.
How may I address you?”

The policewoman said, “Shouldn’t you say something first?”

Luke shrugged.
“Call me Cool Bird.”

The policewoman: “Roselle!”

Luke then turned to look at the man on the couch.
“Long time no see.
You have it hard, Kincaid.”

At that moment, the person on the couch had already taken off his black beanie to reveal a bald head with the same withered tree and crows tattoo.

When he heard the name that Luke gave, Kincaid curled his lip and once again confirmed that he wasn’t mistaken.

Cool Bird was the name of the bar in Honduras where he had met his wife, Sonia.

The day he met Sonia, a young man had been sitting next to him, and they had beaten up the gangsters in the bar together.

Although he didn’t know much about this young man, and something wasn’t right with his face, Kincaid was clear about his situation.

If he fought this young man now, he would definitely lose.

Luke grabbed a chair and a stool and gestured at Kincaid.

Kincaid very consciously placed his right leg with the bullet in it on the stool.

As Luke fished out something from his backpack, he clicked his tongue and said, “Why do you need to be flashy when you leave a scene? If you had been willing to crawl those last few steps with your butt in the air, you wouldn’t have been shot, would you?”

Kincaid suddenly realized something.
“It was you just now?”

The moment he said that, the policewoman, Roselle, who was a few meters away, immediately aimed her gun at Luke.

Hearing that, she thought that Luke was the one who shot Kincaid.

Luke, on the other hand, didn’t even look at her.
He unhurriedly put on his rubber gloves and cut up the leg of Kincaid’s trousers with a smile.
“Let me remind you that you shouldn’t talk nonsense without proof.”

Kincaid understood.

No wonder when he charged out of the prisoner van, someone had attacked the criminals at the same time, and with frightening marksmanship.

At the time, he had been in a hurry to break out of the siege and escape.
He didn’t have the time to stand in the middle of the road and look up.

But even as experienced as he was, he was still amazed by the shooter on the roof.

To shoot without missing wasn’t as simple as the movies made it look.

In a real battle, a shooter had to control the situation, and their opponents weren’t fixed targets.
It would already be outstanding if their shots made contact 20 to 30% of the time.

With Luke’s appearance now, Kincaid recalled how the criminals had collapsed like wheat being harvested, and understood everything.

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