Super Detective in the Fictional World

use of Curve Shooting.
Bang! Bang! Two more bodyguards collapsed.

Casually dropping the Glock, Luke pulled his hand back into the car and rushed off.

Martin was stupefied.
“Holy sh*t! What sort of shooting is that?”.

The pickup had been in the air for no more than two seconds, but the driver hit seven bodyguards who were scattered about in a brief instant in the dark night.

Even a game didn’t have this sort of cheat!

Roger, for one, had fired almost eighty bullets tonight but had hit less than fifty enemy targets.

And he was already one of the better shooters in LAPD.

How good were American officers at shooting? According to certain data, in a gunfight against suspects, the first shot which a police officer fired within a ten-meter range had an accuracy of 30%.

That was why the police system had always focused more on police officers practicing shooting at close range and not as much on aiming.
After all, the accuracy was only 30% even when they tried to aim, which wasn’t very different from not aiming at all.

Just now, the pickup driver had fired eight bullets and hit seven people from an airborne car.
Even Martin had never witnessed such marksmanship before.

Roger, on the other hand, was a lot less concerned.

He was an old man, and his eyesight wasn’t as good.

After the strange driver killed seven bodyguards, Roger dragged over the big bag that had been thrown from the car.

Feeling it, there was a burst of happiness in his heart, and he burst out laughing after he unzipped it.
Martin came back to his senses.
“What are you doing?” Even as he spoke, he raised his hand to catch the AK that was thrown to him with one hand and caught two clips with the other.

Roger said, “That bag is full of weapons and ammunition, a lot of it.” He raised the AK he was holding and pulled on the gun to load it.

“Surprise, motherf*cker!” He yelled obscenities as he opened fire wildly with his AK.

Martin was flabbergasted, his forehead covered in dark lines.
“Roger, how long has it been since you used an AK?”

Squatting down in embarrassment to dodge the bullets that were fired back at him, Roger said, “Haha, it’s only been… Well, I’m a police detective.
I’ve never used an AK.”

He said the words a little guiltily.

The truth was that he hadn’t even touched the M4A1 that was sitting in his car in a long while.

Like he said, he was a police detective, not a SWAT officer.
A submachine gun wasn’t his main weapon.

If he could use a submachine gun, then why would people need SWAT?!

Martin rolled his eyes, then suddenly stuck his head out and raised the gun.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Two bodyguards who were firing at Roger screamed and fell.

Martin said, “So, can you let go of the trigger? The gun’s recoil is too much for you.”

Roger’s expression was gloomy and he could only fume in silence.

Up ahead, Luke’s pickup had already swung back onto the road and continued speeding along

Selina said, “There’s a building complex and some lights two kilometers up ahead, and big crop fields around it.
This could be Dito’s plantation.”

Luke narrowed his eyes as he looked through the windshield.

With his keen sight, he could vaguely see a bit of light.

Selina wasn’t done.
“They have a defensive perimeter set up around the complex, and it’s very organized.
There’s a sentry tower and… huh, a machine gun tower?”

Luke laughed.
“So professional?”

Selina observed the picture on the tablet carefully and then nodded.
“It really is a machine gun tower, and there are two of them.
They’re both in the central zone and can cover the entire complex.”