Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 554 - Who Says My Gun Only Has Five Bullets?

Chapter 554 Who Says My Gun Only Has Five Bullets?

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bullets. .h.i.t the wall around which Luke was hiding. Luke, however, had already retreated to recollect himself.

Shooting six different targets in a row in one second wasn’t something that he did often.

However, it wasn’t too hard to do.

After his Mental Strength reached 25, it was easy for him to switch targets very quickly, but the precision of his aim couldn’t be guaranteed.

The fact that he had been able to hit all the six criminals in their vitals just now was also due to a bit of luck.

“Mustafa is dead…”

“Aziz is dead…”

“Barry is dead…”

“Hardy is dead…”

“The guy behind is an ace shooter…”

Luke sneered.

These people had opened fire without restraint since entering the lobby. While they focused on attacking the security guards and police officers, they had killed more than ten civilians.

Such behavior was not something that Luke would tolerate. “Grenade!” Selina suddenly warned him.

Luke poked his head out halfway and locked onto a criminal. He then slightly adjusted the angle of his gun.

Bang! Bang! One of the criminals had just pulled the pin on a grenade and was about to throw it in Luke’s direction, when Luke shot him right in the face.

The man instantly fell backward, and the grenade in his hand rolled over his body.

The frightened criminals around him hurriedly took cover.

But a bald man who was almost two meters tall strode over and kicked the dead criminal’s body over so that the grenade was under it.

Bang! With a dull noise, the criminal’s body was lifted dozens of centimeters up before it fell back down again.

An expert! Both Luke and Selina noticed the bald man.

The man’s reflexes were swift and precise, and most importantly, he was very bold.

Bang! Bang!

Luke raised his hand and fired again.

An expert? You better die now!

The man, however, grinned sardonically and raised his arm in front of his eyes.

Clang! Clang!

There were two light pings, and Luke saw his two 9mm Parabellum bullets shatter into pieces on the man’s arm.

Did the guy have a bulletproof plate on his arm?

The idea floated through Luke’s head, but he didn’t hesitate to shoot at all.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The man, however, lowered his head and bent down to place his hands on the ground in the cla.s.sic charge position in American football.

In the next moment, he shot forward and headed straight for Luke.

Luke’s expression changed. He fired the last bullet in his Glock.

At the same time, he quickly backed away into the hallway.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the last bullet hit the man’s lowered head, but it also shattered into pieces.

Luke perked up and a feeling of excitement welled up.

The man’s head was clearly bald and bare, and didn’t have any bulletproof protection. Thus, the man was a superhuman!

BOOM!

Footsteps that sounded like a series of explosions instantly drew closer. The loud noise was followed by the man charging into the hallway as he turned slightly and then continued running at Luke.

The man raised his eyes to look at his target, only to see Luke putting the Glock back in his holster ten meters away. Luke didn’t seem anxious at all, which the man found a little odd.

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But it was very hard for him to stop halfway through his charge, so he simply barreled toward Luke in a familiar rhythm.

With the man’s first step in the hallway, Luke put his Glock away.

At the second step, Luke’s left hand reached under his right armpit.

At the third step, Luke’s left hand brought out a gun with an exceptionally long barrel.

The brawny man’s eyes twitched, and he quickly raised his hands to cover his head, which reduced his momentum slightly.

It was a Smith & Wesson 500!

That was a gun for hunting elephants and rhinos! How could he not recognize it?

But why would a minor detective carry such a fancy and impractical gun for everyday work?

Bam! Clang!

The thought had barely flashed through his head when a bullet hit his arm that was protecting his face and was deflected.

He felt the pain, but was relieved.

It wasn’t any special bullet, and he could totally withstand this attack with his bare hands.

After all, apart from its astonis.h.i.+ng power, the M500 was well-known for only being able to hold five bullets!

Bam! Clang!

The second bullet was deflected again after hitting his arm, but the huge impact further slowed the man down.

Bam! Clang!

The third bullet hit his arm again, and the man’s body posture changed from leaning forward to almost standing straight.

Bam! Clang!

The fourth bullet finally made the man’s arms tremble.

Bam! Clang!

Through a tiny gap between his arms, the fifth bullet hit the man’s neck where it was exposed. His head jerked back slightly, but the bullet was still deflected.

The man, however, sneered. You only have five bullets. There’s nothing more you can do except wait to be killed now!

Bam! Clang!

A sixth bullet hit the man’s slightly raised chin without any hesitation, and his upper torso jerked backward. There was a white mark where the bullet hit him.

Bam! Clang!

A seventh bullet followed and expanded on the white mark, making the man lean back even more.

He saw Luke step forward unhurriedly. Bam! Clang! An eighth bullet hit the same spot for the third time, turning his skin red.

The man’s mind was a complete mess, and he finally toppled backward.

The immense impact from a .50 gun had struck his most vulnerable chin three times in a row. Even if he were made of iron, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Luke stepped forward again and lowered his gun this time to aim at his target. Bam! Clang!

A ninth bullet hit the red spot on the man’s chin again, and there was now a trace of blood.

The man was completely stunned and had lost the ability to react.

Luke pressed forward.

Bang!

By the time he shot the tenth bullet, he was only two meters away from the man.

Pu!

With the dull noise of the bullet penetrating flesh, the man stiffened, and his eyes suddenly bulged. A hole finally appeared in his chin, and the bullet that was stuck in his flesh could be vaguely seen.

Luke stood still and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The eleventh bullet hit the previous bullet that was already in the wound and propelled it into the man’s head.

Pa!

With a m.u.f.fled crack, the man’s eyes widened, and he fell back onto the floor with a heavy thump.

Several seconds later, blood started to flow from his eyes, nose, mouth and ears as he lay completely lifeless on the ground.

Luke curled his lip. “Who told you that my gun only has five bullets?”

The M686 in Luke’s holster quietly disappeared, and he replaced it with the M500 with a beautiful flourish.

He then drew out the Glock and reloaded, while he asked, “Selina, how’s it going on your end?”

Selina roared, “If you don’t hurry up, I’m going to get Gold Nugget to start biting people.”