Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 191 Raid on the Black Kiln - Part 2

The remaining two thugs were so frightened that they hid behind cover, not daring to come forward.

Ignoring the two of them, he wandered out without stopping.

In a corner, he threw out the two pistols that had been empty in his hands.

The two thugs who rushed to the vicinity, who were hunched forward suspiciously, were hit hard on their heads, and fell to the ground like a dog eating shit, unable to get up again.

Luke stepped forward, took away the guns in the hands of the two of them, put a heavy kick on the back of one's head, and turned around to raise the gun.

clap clap!

A guy who was poking his head further away was shot in the head, so frightened that one person next to him immediately hid behind the car beside him.

Luke ignored the man, moved to the side again, and found the three people who came from the other side.

The three of them came the latest, and they didn't quite understand the situation.

clap clap! clap clap! clap clap!

The three people who got too close were knocked down instantly, and the two struggled so weakly that only one was hit in the arm, and there was a mournful wailing.

Luke pulled the trigger coldly.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Luke let go of his hand indifferently, letting the empty gun in his left hand fall, and quietly returned to the back of the man who had just let go of him for a while.

The guy has been terrified to hide in a corner, where he made a phone call.

Luke listened carefully,

With a sneer.

Snapped!

This idiot who was still thinking of calling for help during the battle was hit in the head, the phone in his hand slipped into the muddy water, and there was a series of hurried voices of questioning from the microphone.

Luke squatted down, took the pistol in the man's hand, sneered at the phone that was still making noise, stepped on it, and smashed it to pieces.

Returning to the prefab house not far away, hidden in the old machinery, he took a deep breath and activated his keen sense of smell.

He bypassed the frontal position where there were two remaining thugs, locked the position of the three people inside at the back of the house, and slowly raised the pistol.

clap clap! clap clap! clap clap!

There were three screams from inside, but they soon fell down.

The two remaining thugs in front of the house were frightened by the sudden gunshots and screams from behind, got up and ran away.

Luke approached the window, looked at it with a probe, and jumped in.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

He shot each of the three collapsed guys in the head, and then he stood in front of the gate and raised his gun.

clap clap! clap clap!

The two thugs who fled separately fell to the ground silently, without moving.

Luke closed his eyes and ears, stood quietly at the door for a moment, then returned to the office and searched quickly.

He first put all the stacks of banknotes in the drawer into his backpack, then poured a large bottle of vodka on the paper file in a filing cabinet, slammed the lighter he had just touched, and threw it up.

The raging fire spread quickly, and soon turned the room into a big fireball.

Luke went out, took AK and a magazine from a thug outside the door, and quietly retreated into the darkness.

After a while, two gunshots rang out at the gate, and the two gatekeepers who were hiding in the darkness were also killed.

Only then did Luke slowly walk to the two large workshops not far from the prefab house.

There were two thugs here before, but they both rushed over to send their heads, and now there are no guards here.

Occasionally, a few men ran out, and Luke moved forward in the shadows, without killing these people.

He didn't need to carefully distinguish the smells on these people to know what they were doing just now.

Undressed, frightened, and without any weapons, these are not gang thugs, but men who come to this camp to have fun.

These people may not be good people, but it is obviously not appropriate to kill at will.

The main reason is that in these two large workshops, there are men like No. 60 or 70 who come to have fun.

If they are all killed, plus the dead gang thugs, the death toll will be in the hundreds. Maybe the French government will treat this as an empty attack.

Therefore, Luke just avoided these people and walked to the large workshop next to him.

The moment he entered the door, the m1911 in his hand opened fire again, with a three-shot burst, and three holes appeared on the wooden board at the door.

Then a thick bloody smell came, and a man fell to the ground, a pistol not far away.

This is the only thug still guarding here.

Of course, he is not doing his duty, but he is afraid of fear and wants to hide here and escape.

It's a pity, damned person, can't live tonight.

The sudden sound of gunfire startled a large group of girls in the room, who started screaming desperately.

Luke didn't say a word, took out his fake mobile phone, and quickly typed a long paragraph on it.

The girls screamed for a moment, looking at the man who seemed to be just a black shadow covered in clothing.

He just stood there silently, without making any sound, and they couldn't help but stop their mouths.

At this moment, many girls have already thought of one thing: the guard here is a bad guy, a member of the traffickers who brought them here. The one who killed the bad guy, then... maybe the good guy?

Even if they are not good people, since the guards are dead, they may escape.

Luke finished typing at this time, activated the play button, and an electronic male speaker like the station broadcast sounded in the big studio: "Now, whoever has more money and power, come out and call your family. , let them use all their power to expose the things here."

The girl in the room was silent, and no one moved.

The electronic voice continued: "You have to act fast. If the bandits who came for reinforcements take control again, they will not give you a chance to talk about what happened here, so your time is running out."

While the voice was playing, he opened the doors of the girls with the keys he found from the guards: "Don't even think about running away alone. With everyone's strength concentrated, the Paris police can come and save them. But, Once someone escapes alone, it is an individual case that does not need to be taken seriously. You are already a missing person, and no one will know if you disappear again."

Having said this, he has opened all the doors and turned to leave: "Good luck to you, girls!"

After a moment, he disappeared at the door.

The girls in the room looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly several girls rushed out and rushed to the door of the cage. At several of the open doors, a mobile phone was dropped, which Luke found from the thugs.

After walking out of the greenhouse, Luke was not nervous at all listening to the girls inside anxiously grabbing their mobile phones and making calls frantically.

The guards here were all killed by him, and it would take at least twenty or thirty minutes for the reinforcements of this human trafficker gang to come.

Besides, he came to Paris for experience points! Another batch is better.

The lucky girl Amanda is also here. She has not been sent to the large workshop next to her. This is a great luck.

As for the girls in the big workshop next door...

Luke sighed silently.

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