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

Luke ate and replied casually: "Well. The one we caught last night was not the only immortal monster, and one appeared in Brooklyn."

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

Luke: "It's rare. I specially screened out intelligence once last night. In the past six months, there have been more than ten suspected cases in the United States, and they are still scattered in various cities."

Selena thought for a while: "Actually, if the Tyrannosaurus Rex in Los Angeles weren't we interfering, he wouldn't have exposed his true nature, right?"

Luke nodded: "Don't forget the old Asian man with bananas and the big blonde waves. They belong to a secret institution that specializes in hunting such immortal monsters. They will die without evidence after one shot. Smartphones were not popular before, and there was very little evidence of videos left at the time of the incident."

Selena: "What are you going to do?"

Luke shrugged: "I have put two single-shot black net transmitters in the car and an enhanced version of the black net transmitter. However, if it is necessary, don't use the enhanced version."

Selena: "Why?"

Luke: "Just wait and see it yourself."

Half an hour later, Selena went down to the first floor garage, took out the enhanced black net transmitter from the back row of the car, and turned it in front of her, looking at her in surprise: "Wow, this guy is 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 has been expanded to 50mm.

Moreover, it uses a link.

This also means that as long as the cables are enough, it can be thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust.

This is why Luke reminded Selena not to use it even if it is not very necessary.

As soon as someone analyzes this thing, he will know that it is expensive.

It is impossible for nypd to have such crazy equipment, and it is easy to attract attention when used by the two.

In other words, Luke habitually takes safety first and is prepared for any eventuality, otherwise two single-shot black net transmitters would be enough.

...

That night, there was no problem with the patrol.

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

When Luke used a rope dart to tie the three-meter-high, slender bamboo pole essence into sausages, two "acquaintances" appeared an old Asian man in a fisherman's hat and a big wave of blonde hair in a golden wrap dress.

Seeing the toy big banana raised in the big wave's hand, Luke's mind suddenly blocked the bamboo pole spirit, raising his hand to block the bullet that emitted a faint blue light but invisible body.

The next moment, Luke was stunned.

System: Received a special fusion mental energy, the energy fusion ratio has been backed up and can be cloned and used.

What the hell? He looked at the little old man and Da Walang opposite him, but found that the two of them had different expressions.

The little old man smiled bitterly, as if he wanted to say something.

Dabolang was very dissatisfied: "Damn it, why are you causing trouble for living people? I wasted my bullets, there are quotas. There are so many dead ghosts, so there are not enough bullets."

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

Big Wave didn't care whether he understood it or not. He pulled 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 big wave shot just now hit Zhugan Jing in the chest, but was blocked by Luke's hand.

Now that he doesn't raise his hand, of course he can't stop the three-meter-high bamboo pole spirit's head.

Bang!

The body of the bamboo pole spirit, twisting and twisting, froze and screamed, turned into a gray-black smoke and exploded, quickly turning gray-white, and finally disappeared into the air.

Luke made a random move and the rope dart on the ground flew back into his hand.

He inserted the rope dart back to his waist, and the blood-red lenses on the mask stared at the two of them: "Who are you?"

Big wave: "Do not care about your nothing, beat your gangster. Humph, come and care about me... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

The little old man covered his mouth and smiled, "Sorry, her menopause has arrived. But we belong to a special department. If you meet such a dead ghost again, you can notify us."

Luke was very interested: "How to notify? Call or send Feixun?"

The little old man touched his pocket twice, took out something black and threw it over.

Luke raised his hand and caught it: "Is this... bb machine?"

Although his face was all in his helmet, the old man opposite seemed to be able to see the expression "You are teasing me" and explained: "Did you see those three buttons? From left to right, we will come to catch people when the first presses, the second presses can be called with us, and the third is to leave a message."

Luke couldn't help but secretly complain: But, why do you need to make a bb machine? You guys, crazy.

He nodded, putting away the thing that looked like a bb machine, but it was actually a magical satellite phone call: "What are they?"

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

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

The little old man: "Okay, they are actually *%￥##, can you understand?"

Luke: "...I really don't understand. Which alien planet's language are you?"

The little old man spread his hands: "So I can't do anything, as long as I #￥%*, you won't understand."

Luke nodded thoughtfully: "I probably understand what's going on. OK, please contact me if you have something to do."

As he said that, the flames behind him gushed into the sky, and after reaching more than ten meters of air, the flames were turned off, and the cloak changed into a glider and rushed to the distance.

The little old man looked at Luke leaving enviously, murmured: "It's so cool to fly. If I'm still alive, I must be a Batman fan...Oh."

The little old man was knocked to the ground with a punch, and Big Wave retracted his fist resentfully: "I'm a man. I dare to put my hand on my mouth again. Will I tie you behind the car and drag you for a day?"

The little old man covered his face with grievance: "Who told you to keep talking nonsense? Batman is not a bad guy, and he can help us lock in those dead ghosts. Why are you so smelly? Are you jealous of others being handsomer than you?"

Big Wave hummed without saying a word, turned his head and walked towards his classic car.

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

Big Wave: "Breaking the truth, what am I ashamed of?"

The little old man: "He is not a policeman, but he is the messenger of justice. You were a policeman, but because you were greedy for money...Oh?"

The little old man squatted down again with his head in his arms.

Big Wave withdrew his fist: "You just talk a lot, did you feed you a series of farts from the fart ghost yesterday?"

The old man got up from the ground again with grievance and sat in the passenger seat: "If you have something to say, why are you unreasonable?"
Chapter completed!