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Chapter 1229 Chapter 1245 Meeting the Little Old Man and Big Wave Again (2 updates)

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    The next morning, Selina was eating breakfast and looked at Luke's expression: "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

    Luke ate and replied casually: "Yes. The one we caught last night was not the only undead monster. There was also one over in Brooklyn."

    Selina said oh and frowned: "There shouldn't be many monsters like this, right? Otherwise we should have had relevant information long ago."

    Luke: "Very few. I screened the intelligence last night. In the past six months, there have been more than ten suspected cases in the United States, and they are scattered in various cities."

    Selena thought for a while: "Actually, if we hadn't interfered with Bruce the Tyrannosaurus rex in Los Angeles, he wouldn't have exposed his identity, right?"

    Luke nodded: "Don't forget the old Asian man with the banana and the blond hair. They belong to a secret agency that specializes in hunting such undead monsters. They will die with one shot without any evidence. Smartphones were not popular before, so when the crime occurred  There is very little video evidence left.¡±

    Selena: "What are you going to do?"

    Luke shrugged: "I have put two single-shot black network launchers and an enhanced version of the black network launcher on the car. But unless necessary, don't use the enhanced version."

    Selena: "Why?"

    Luke: "Just wait and see for yourself."

    Half an hour later, Selena went down to the garage on the first floor, took out the enhanced version of the black network launcher from the back seat of the car, turned it in front of her, and looked at her in surprise: "Wow, this big guy is really powerful.  so cool."

    What can Luke say?

    This enhanced version is basically made according to the appearance of the mk19 automatic grenade launcher, but the caliber is expanded to 50mm.

    And, it uses a bullet chain.

    This also means that as long as there is enough ammunition, it can keep popping.

    It is also for this reason that Luke told Selina not to use it unless absolutely necessary.

    Once those who are interested in this thing analyze it, they will know that the cost is high.

    It is impossible for nypd to have such crazy equipment. It would be easy for two people to use it and attract attention.

    That is to say, Luke habitually puts safety first and is prepared, otherwise two single-shot black network launchers are enough.

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    This night, there was no problem when I was patrolling.

    But when the clone was patrolling at night, he caught an undead monster again.

    When Luke used rope darts to tie the three-meter-tall, slender bamboo pole into a sausage, two "acquaintances" appeared - an old Asian man wearing a fisherman's hat, and a blond man wearing a gold wrap skirt.  Big waves.

    Seeing the big toy banana held up by Da Lang in his hand, Luke's mind was spinning, and he suddenly stood in front of the bamboo stick spirit. He raised his hand to block the invisible bullet that emitted a faint blue light.

    The next moment, Luke was stunned.

    System: Received special fusion spiritual energy, the energy fusion ratio has been backed up and can be cloned for use.

    What the hell?  He looked at the little old man and Big Wave opposite, but found that they had different expressions.

    The little old man had a wry smile on his face, as if he wanted to say something.

    But Da Lang was very dissatisfied: "Damn it, you are a living person, why are you causing trouble! You are wasting my bullets, but there is a quota. There are so many dead ghosts that there are not enough bullets."

    After "wasting my bullets", this sentence became the alien language of £¤#@%*. Luke had no idea what she was talking about.

    Da Lang didn¡¯t care whether he understood or not, he clicked the big banana in his hand again, and another blue light bullet shot out.

    This time, Luke did not stop him.

    The blue light bullet passed over his head and hit the bamboo pole spirit.

    The shot fired by Da Bo just now hit the bamboo pole spirit in the chest, but Luke raised his hand to block it.

    Now if he doesn¡¯t raise his hand, of course he can¡¯t block the head of the three-meter-tall bamboo pole spirit.

    Bang!

    The body of the twisting bamboo pole spirit stiffened, and with a scream, it exploded into a cloud of gray-black smoke, quickly turned gray-white, and finally disappeared into the air.

    Luke made a casual move, and the rope dart on the ground flew back to his hand.

    He inserted the rope dart back into his waist and stared at the two people with the blood-red lenses on his mask: "Who are you?"

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ¡°None of your business, I¡¯ll beat you little bastard. Humph, please stop worrying about me wu wu wu¡±

    The little old man covered his mouth and said with a sneer: "Sorry, she has reached menopause. But we belong to a special department. If you encounter such a dead ghost again, you can inform us."Luke was very interested: "How to notify? Call or send Feixin?"

    The little old man fumbled twice in his trouser pocket, took out a dark object and threw it over.

    Luke raised his hand to catch it: "Is this a bb machine?"

    Although his face was completely inside the helmet, the little old man opposite seemed to be able to see the "Are you kidding me" expression, and explained: "Did you see those three buttons? From left to right, press the first one  The next time we press the button, we will come and arrest the person. After pressing the second button, you can talk to us, and the third button will leave a message.¡±

    Luke couldn¡¯t help but secretly curse: But, why should it be made into a bb machine?  You guys are crazy.

    He nodded and put away what looked like a BB phone, but was actually a modified version of a satellite phone: "What are they?"

    The little old man was a little helpless: "It's not that I don't want to say it, but you won't understand it even if I say it."

    Luke: "Huh? Then tell me, what if I understand."

    ??Little old man: "Okay, they are actually *%£¤##, can you understand?"

    Luke: "I really can't understand it. Which alien planet's language do you speak?"

    The little old man spread his hands: "So I can't help it. As long as I #£¤%*, you won't understand."

    Luke nodded thoughtfully: "I probably understand what's going on. That's okay, I'll contact you if you need anything."

    As he spoke, the flames behind him shot up into the sky. After reaching more than ten meters in the air, they turned off. His cloak transformed into a glider and flew away into the distance.

    The little old man watched Luke leave with envy, and murmured: "It's so cool to be able to fly. If I'm still alive, I will definitely be a big fan of Batman Oops."

    The little old man was knocked to the ground by a punch. Da Bo wave retracted his fist bitterly: "I am a fucking man. If you dare to put your hand on my mouth again, I will tie you behind the car and drag you for a day, do you believe it?"

    The little old man covered his face sadly: "Who told you to keep talking nonsense? Batman is not a bad guy, and he can help us target those dead ghosts. Why do you have such a bad mouth? Are you jealous that others are handsomer than you?"

    Da Langlan hummed and said nothing, turning towards his classic car.

    The little old man got up and followed: "Wait a minute, don't you feel ashamed?"

    Big Wave: "That's nonsense, why should I be ashamed?"

    The little old man: "I am not a policeman, but I am a messenger of justice. You were a policeman at first, but because you were greedy for money Oops"

    The little old man squatted down again holding his head.

    Da Lang retracted his fist: "You talk a lot of nonsense. Did the serial fart of the fart yesterday feed you!"

    The little old man got up from the ground sadly again and got into the passenger seat: "If you have something to say, why are you so unreasonable?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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