The drone camera captured the killer's image through Luke, who was in invisible state, and the image was slightly distorted.
Ordinary people might easily overlook this anomaly, but this technical killer obviously likes to get to the bottom of it, and he took the phone closer to look at it in confusion.
At this moment, a voice sounded behind him: "Alas, you know too much."
Before the killer could react, there was a slight clicking sound at the back of his head, and his vision went black instantly.
Then his phone was taken away and the drone came down.
A few seconds later, the rooftop was empty again.
A slightly twisted ball of air leaped a few times, quickly passed over the rooftops of densely packed apartment buildings, and landed on the fire escape stairs several dozen meters away.
A killer just opened the window of a room and was about to come out when he felt a strong wind blowing. His heart was shaken violently and he fell backwards with paralysis all over.
But before he hit the ground, he completely lost consciousness.
The two residents sleeping in the bedroom of the house did not hear any noise, only the door was slightly open, proving that someone had been here.
…
Matt was depressed.
He hasn't had many good things happen to him recently, but a lot of bad things.
After those red-clad ninjas disappeared, Kingpin's forces also vanished, the Russian gang was completely wiped out, the Irish gang was wiped out twice, and various small and medium-sized gangs also suffered bad luck.
The public security in the Clinton area was about to improve significantly, but he was injured again and again.
Being cut with a sickle, shot, given electric shock therapy, and sedated all happened in just over two months.
His career as a vigilante suddenly became surprisingly colorful.
Fortunately, it was all worth it.
Although Karen and he had just made some progress, he was forcefully penetrated by another woman, his ex-girlfriend, and was tormented to the point of seeming to break, but his mission was to save Hell's Kitchen and save those innocent people who were in danger.
A girlfriend is something that is gone once it's gone. Maybe he shouldn't have had a girlfriend.
Otherwise, why would the ex-girlfriend be the ex-girlfriend now
The trouble is, his ex-girlfriend not only ruined his new relationship, but also brought about a bigger problem.
She asked him to help solve the problem and acted as if she still had feelings for him.
But Matt really didn't want to get entangled with her, but he didn't know how to get rid of this twisted ex-girlfriend.
In distress, he could only rely on going out to fight every night, no, to do good deeds to relieve his tense nerves and barely make ends meet.
Clinton was too quiet, so he went to Harlem, further north.
But tonight, Lawyer Ma, who was used to being alone on the rooftop, suddenly found that there were many strangers around him who shared the same hobbies as him.
From the slight noises coming from them, it was obvious that they were carrying guns.
These people are not just one or two, but are pouring in from all directions.
Matt's hearing was adequate, but his brain was no longer adequate.
Many people can see hundreds or thousands of people at the same time, but they cannot remember the faces of hundreds or thousands of people at the same time and record their expressions simultaneously.
So just because Matt could hear it didn't mean he could monitor it.
Not only that, hurried footsteps began to be heard in many alleys, but there were no cries for help or gunshots.
Could it be that a gang is going to have a big fight here
The thought flashed through Matt's mind and was rejected.
These people are basically acting on their own. Even though their actions are very professional, they are only three or five people in a group at most.
Gang fights are either a chaotic fight between a bunch of weaklings, or a small leader provides limited command, and then the two sides fight across the street. It's far less professional than these people's actions.
Before Lawyer Ma could figure it out, he got into trouble.
His keen perception made him aware of the danger. He rolled over suddenly and swung the short stick in his hand so hard that the head flew out.
Boom!
A killer who had just raised his rifle and pointed it at Matt's back was stabbed in the chest by a rapidly fired stick and involuntarily took two steps back.
Matt's face changed.
The sound was wrong. The stick head did not hit the muscle, but something hard.
Without waiting for the killer to react, Matt shook his wrist, and the head of the stick dragged the steel wire rope behind it, wrapped around the killer's upper body, and tied him up.
He pulled back with force, and the killer stumbled and fell to the ground.
Matt rushed over, held him down, and asked in a low voice: "Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?"
The killer didn't answer and reached for the saber between his legs.
Matt moved faster and stabbed his armpit with another short stick without hesitation.
Click.
The killer cried out in pain as the short stick stabbed his ribs where there was no shield, breaking his ribs instantly.
A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him, so the killer decisively told his purpose of hunting down the Night Devil John.
He was subdued and felt extremely depressed: How could he know that such a thing would happen.
The guy in front of him was wearing a dark red coat that looked like a psycho, even his face was covered. He was not his target at all.
He just wanted to kill this man and occupy the observation position here as soon as possible.
When completing a mission, he was always so straightforward and didn't mind clearing out the civilians who delayed his work.
After explaining his purpose in a few words, before he could beg for mercy, a short stick fell heavily on him.
With a snap, the killer's hands and legs were broken, and his ankles and fingers were shattered.
Matt doesn't kill people, but he has no intention of showing mercy to those who kill people for money.
With the ankle broken like this, you can walk in the future, but forget about running or jumping fast.
With his finger broken like this, he could still eat and drink, but he couldn't hold a gun steadily to kill people.
It can be said that this killer can retire tonight.
He tied the killer's hands and feet with the killer's clothes, took out the killer's cell phone, called the police, told the address, and then Matt jumped away.
According to what the killer said just now, many colleagues came here tonight, specifically to hunt down a super killer named Night Demon.
If these unscrupulous killers start fighting each other, who knows how many innocent people will be harmed. We must stop them at all costs.
…
Luke gently reached out his hand and placed it in the corner.
A killer was walking towards me quickly, with his gun raised vigilantly.
He seemed to have seen Night Demon running into the alley here just now. His suit and beard were too conspicuous, and he didn't seem to notice him.
Two meters behind him, his partner followed, keeping watch on the rear from time to time.
He poked his gun and head out of the corner, but found nothing, so he turned the corner and continued forward.
He didn't know that a large transparent hand was just twenty centimeters above his head.
After he passed by, his companion behind him put his neck into the big hand.
Click.
There was a slight sound from his companion's cervical vertebra, and the killer in front felt something was wrong, so he wanted to turn around.
Click.
There was a small depression on the back of his head.
Two bodies fell down and were dragged back into the alley in an instant.