Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 1104 - Drop Dead

Chapter 1104: Drop Dead

“John Wick.” An aged voice rang out, and Sloan appeared at the window of a high tower behind the wall.

Looking down, Sloan said indifferently, “What do you have to say?”

Luke chuckled inwardly and raised his head. “I’m just here to tell you something.”

n.o.body in the Fraternity played along.

Luke felt a little regretful. These extras weren’t professional at all; none of them asked, “What is it?”

Putting on a show for himself, he maintained John’s cla.s.sic calm face. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to kill me.”

Sloan: “…”

The elite a.s.sa.s.sins: “…”

The guards: “…”

Many people wondered: Are we being threatened to our face? And in our front yard?

This really felt like a… “surprise, motherf*cker” moment!

Sloan’s eyes flickered, but he didn’t have any expression. He simply ordered calmly, “Kill him.”

He barely said the words, when gunshots rang out.

All the guards opened fire almost at the same time, and bullets rained down on the clearing in front of the entrance.

Sloan was still standing quietly at the high window. The elite a.s.sa.s.sins only drew their guns, and didn’t open fire.

They weren’t small fry, and were quite arrogant.

There was only one enemy.

Even Boogeyman John, who had become famous recently, wasn’t worthy enough for all of them to attack him together.

Dozens of guards launched an attack. They didn’t want to disgrace themselves in this siege.

Their faces changed the next moment.

There was no one at the entrance. Under everyone’s gazes, the Boogeyman disappeared.

It seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.

But who were they?

They were famous a.s.sa.s.sins from the Fraternity, and had innate reflexes and dynamic vision which far exceeded that of an ordinary person.

All this time, they were the ones who relied on their super abilities to suddenly disappear in front of their opponents.

But someone had played this same trick in front of them.

At that moment, even the lofty Sloan’s expression changed.

He remembered Night Wolf and White Dove; in a 2v1, they had died without a sound.

And it was Boogeyman John who had told them to spread the word.

“Don’t hold back. Kill him at once.” Sloan’s voice rang out, and even the sound of gunfire couldn’t drown it out.

Once the order was given, everybody, including the elite a.s.sa.s.sins, knew that the other party had to be eliminated without fail.

Soon, all the lights in the stronghold were turned on, lighting up the dark expanse.

In the textile factory, the workers who received the word took out their guns and instantly turned into a.s.sa.s.sins.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots burst out in the factory.

The ordinary a.s.sa.s.sins who were waiting in line to get their guns from the gun room cried out in alarm as they were shot. They fell one after another, like a row of b.l.o.o.d.y dominoes.

At some point, the man in the black suit had appeared in the factory with an MP7 in each hand.

In the face of these ordinary a.s.sa.s.sins, Luke used the MP7, which was rare.

It could hold 40 bullets, and was very lethal. The a.s.sa.s.sins who were waiting for guns were shot dead one by one.

This time, Luke didn’t use the Mozambique method.

Killing each enemy with two bullets would be too slow.

Shooting them in the stomach was also too slow.

All the a.s.sa.s.sins were shot in the head, without exception.

At a distance of ten meters, there wasn’t much of a difference if Luke used an MP7 or a Glock. He had more control, and the speed at which he killed was only hampered by the speed at which he switched targets.

The expressions of the elite a.s.sa.s.sins who were still outside the stronghold and had yet to return immediately changed. The four people closest to the factory activated Physical Outburst at the same time and charged over in two seconds.

They saw Luke relax his grip on the two MP7s and let them fall. His hands flashed over his waist like phantoms as two Glocks appeared.

The four elite a.s.sa.s.sins who had just rushed in narrowed their eyes when they saw the two Glocks.

The excessively long clip at the bottom of each gun was clearly a special extension; it was probably one of those crazy ones which contained 33 bullets.

Coupled with his shooting speed, Luke could use the Glock like a submachine gun at close range.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Under the gazes of the elite a.s.sa.s.sins, the muzzles of the two Glock guns unleashed lethal firepower.

The ordinary a.s.sa.s.sins in the factory had just been annihilated by the MP7s, when more of them ran out of a pa.s.sage.

They had been in a side building, and had immediately rushed over when they heard the gunshots.

The pa.s.sage they came through was usually used for moving goods, so it was wide enough for big trucks to drive through.

The pa.s.sage was five meters wide, and the a.s.sa.s.sins swarmed over like a nest of hornets.

They were then met with the fierce firepower of two Glocks.

These a.s.sa.s.sins, who were considered elites among ordinary people, collapsed before they even saw Luke.

Not a single a.s.sa.s.sin was able to charge through the pa.s.sage before they were all killed and started to pile up, like straw under an old sickle.

A few a.s.sa.s.sins who had fallen behind sweated and hid around the corner at the end of the pa.s.sage; they no longer had the courage to stick their heads out.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The four elite a.s.sa.s.sins finally launched a first round of attacks before the Glocks could fire again.

These elite a.s.sa.s.sins were ruthless and efficient, and far stronger than the ordinary veterans whom Luke had killed two days ago.

When they charged in, they automatically scattered in four different directions to overwhelm the enemy.

Luke’s reaction was unexpected.

Even as four bullets were fired at him, the Glocks in his hands still didn’t switch directions, and he stubbornly blew up the heads of the last seven or eight ordinary a.s.sa.s.sins.

When the bullets flew at him, he blurred for a moment before he appeared two meters away.

The a.s.sa.s.sins’ shooting precision hit a new snag.

Because they were too accurate, there was no way the bullets could fly wide by more than two meters, so Luke naturally wasn’t hurt.

At that moment, his Glocks were finally empty.

Luke relaxed his hands again, and the Glocks dropped.

Before they even dropped halfway, he reached under his armpits again.

Just before they hit the ground, he already had two more guns.

This time, it was no longer Glocks with long clips, but two modified P226s.

In fact, in the short time it had taken him to throw away the Glocks and take out the P226s, he had already successfully avoided the four bullets. He also left a faint afterimage in the air as he quickly approached two people in the factory.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two men were shocked by Luke’s sudden burst of speed, but they didn’t panic, and fired as he approached them.