The next morning, Selina was eating breakfast and looking at Luke's expression: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
Luke answered casually while eating, "Yeah. The one we caught last night wasn't the only undead monster. Another one appeared in Brooklyn."
Selina groaned and frowned, "There shouldn't be many monsters like this, right? Otherwise, we should have had relevant information a long time ago."
Luke: "Very few. I screened the intelligence last night. There are only about ten suspected cases in the United States in the past six months, and they are scattered in various cities."
Selina thought for a moment and said, "In fact, if we hadn't intervened, Bruce the Tyrannosaurus Rex in Los Angeles wouldn't have revealed his true form, right?"
Luke nodded. "Don't forget the old Asian man holding the banana and the blonde with big curly hair. They belong to a secret organization that specializes in hunting down these undead monsters. They are killed with one shot and there is no evidence. Smartphones were not popular before, so there is little video evidence left at the time of the crime."
Selina: "What are you going to do?"
Luke shrugged. "I've put two single-shot Black Net launchers and one enhanced Black Net launcher on the vehicle. But don't use the enhanced one unless it's absolutely necessary."
Selina: “Why?”
Luke: "Just wait and see for yourself."
Half an hour later, Selina went down to the garage on the first floor and took out the enhanced black net launcher from the back of the car. She turned it in front of her and looked at it with amazement: "Wow, this big thing is so cool."
What could 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 belt-load of ammunition.
This also means that as long as there is enough ammunition, it can keep firing.
It is for this reason that Luke told Selina not to use it unless it is absolutely necessary.
If anyone analyzes this thing carefully, they will know that it is very expensive.
It is impossible for the NYPD to have such crazy equipment. If two people use it, it will easily attract attention.
That is to say, Luke habitually puts safety first and is prepared for any eventuality, otherwise two single-shot Black Web launchers would have been more than enough.
…
That night, there were no problems during my patrol.
But when the clone was patrolling at night, he caught another undead monster.
As Luke used rope darts to tie up the three-meter-tall, spindly bamboo pole spirit into a sausage, two "acquaintances" appeared—an old Asian man with a fisherman's hat, and a woman with big wavy blonde hair in a gold wrap dress.
Seeing the toy banana in Big Wave's hand, Luke's mind raced and he suddenly stood in front of the Bamboo Pole Spirit, raising his hand to block the bullet that was emitting a faint blue light but had an invisible body.
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 the big wave opposite him, but found that they had different expressions.
The old man had a wry smile on his face, as if he wanted to say something.
Big Wave was very dissatisfied: "Damn it, you are causing trouble! You are wasting my bullets. There is a quota for them. There are so many dead people and there are not enough bullets."
After "wasting my bullet", this sentence turned into ￥#@%* alien language, and Luke had no idea what she was saying.
Big Wave didn't care whether he understood or not. He pulled the trigger on the big banana in his hand again, and another blue light bullet shot out.
This time, Luke did not try to stop him.
The blue light bullet flew over his head and hit the bamboo pole spirit.
The shot from Big Wave just now hit the Bamboo Demon in the chest, and Luke blocked it with his hand.
If he didn't raise his hands now, he would certainly not be able to block the three-meter-tall bamboo demon's head.
Bang!
The bamboo pole spirit's body suddenly stiffened as it twisted and turned into a cloud of gray-black smoke with a scream. It quickly turned into gray-white and finally disappeared into the air.
Luke made a move and the rope dart on the ground flew back into his hand.
He put the rope dart back into his waist and stared at the two men with the blood-red lens on his mask: "Who are you?"
Big Wave: "Mind your own business, go beat up your little hooligans. Humph, leave me alone... woooooo"
The old man covered his mouth with his hand and said with a wry smile, "I'm sorry, she's in menopause. But we are a special department, if you encounter such a bastard again, you can notify us."
Luke was interested: "How do you notify me? Call or send a message?"
The old man felt in his trouser pocket twice, took out a black object and threw it over.
Luke raised his hand to catch it: "Is this... a pager?"
Although his face was completely inside the helmet, the old man opposite him seemed to be able to see the "are you kidding me" expression and explained, "See those three buttons? From left to right, if you press the first one, we will come to arrest you, if you press the second one, you can talk to us, and the third one is for leaving a message."
Luke couldn't help but secretly complain: But, why make it into a pager? You guys are crazy.
He nodded and put away the thing that looked like a pager but was actually a modified satellite phone: "What are they?"
The old man was a little helpless: "This, it's not that I don't want to say it, but you won't understand even if I tell you."
Luke: "Hmm? Tell me about it, just in case I understand."
Old man: "Well, they are actually *%￥##, do you understand?"
Luke: "... I really don't understand. What alien language is this?"
The old man spread his hands: "So I can't do anything. As long as I #￥%*, you won't understand."
Luke nodded thoughtfully: "I think I understand what's going on. OK, I'll contact you if you have any questions."
As he spoke, flames shot up into the sky from behind him. When they reached more than ten meters in the air, they went out. His cloak transformed into a glider and flew away into the distance.
The old man looked at Luke enviously as he left, muttering, "It's so cool to be able to fly. If I were still alive, I would definitely be a big fan of Batman... Oh no."
The old man was knocked to the ground by a punch. Big Wave retracted his fist angrily: "I am a man. If you dare to put your hand on my mouth again, I will tie you up and drag you behind the car for a day. Do you believe it?"
The old man covered his face with a complaint and said, "Who told you to keep talking nonsense? Batman is not a bad guy, he can help us lock those dead guys, why are you so foul-mouthed? Are you jealous that he is more handsome than you?"
Big Wave hummed without saying anything, turned around and walked towards his old car.
The old man got up and followed: "Wait, you are not ashamed, are you?"
Big Wave: "Nonsense, why should I be ashamed?"
Old man: "I'm not a policeman, but I'm a messenger of justice. You were a policeman, but because of greed... Oops"
The old man squatted down again with his head in his hands.
Big Wave retracted his fist: "You are the only one who talks too much nonsense, are you fed up with the serial farts of that farting ghost yesterday?"
The old man got up from the ground again with a complaint and sat in the passenger seat: "Let's talk it over nicely. Why are you so unreasonable?"