Fifty-seven! Luke counted silently in his mind and put the two bodies into Space No. 1.
From the moment he entered this complex environment with no surveillance, those dark corners, alleys, stairs, rooftops and empty rooms became his most suitable hunting grounds.
In this designated hunting ground, he killed nearly twenty assassins.
Among this group of people, none has less than 200 experience points, and one even has more than 500 experience points.
There are only two weaklings among the more than 200, but there are three small bosses with more than 400 points.
This only shows that this group of killers committed more crimes, and none of them deserved to die.
There was no gunfire, no blood, no corpses, and it was quiet for more than ten minutes. I earned nearly 7,000 experience points, which can be called an environmentally friendly score-boosting method.
If NYPD knew about this, they would definitely award themselves the Most Enthusiastic Public Welfare Killer Award and would not add any burden to them.
Nearly twenty killers died, but the other killers were unaware and did not flee in fear.
In just two or three hours, peace will return here and no one will know what happened here.
Whether it was the killer, the Continental Hotel, or the high table, they would not know.
System daddy bless me, please let me complete this big deal safely! He thought to himself.
Bang, bang, bang! Snap, Snap!
Luke frowned: What's going on
He pulled up the drone footage in the direction of the gunshots, took a few glances, and found a familiar voice. He couldn't help but curse inwardly: Ma Xiaohong? What's wrong with this guy! He came to Harlem and still met him. Is this guy so good at hearing
But he knew in his heart that there was probably nothing going on in the Clinton area, so Matt ran a little further away tonight.
Blame it on me! I dealt with Clinton too harshly! Luke felt helpless, but he was not too anxious.
The combat uniform Matt was wearing was very distinctive, and it was obvious at a glance that he was not John, so the killers had no interest in attacking him actively.
As long as it is not besieged, the dark red combat uniform can still withstand a few bullets.
But when he saw Matt knocking a killer unconscious with a few sticks and then throwing him into the trash can, Luke's mouth twitched: You did not kill anyone, but your hand is not much worse than that of a certain kneebreaker.
In the picture, the killer's hands and feet were bent in strange shapes after being hit by a short stick. He will definitely be a semi-disabled person for the rest of his life.
Thinking of this, he didn't look any further and moved away in stealth.
Tonight is a feast for scoring points, he has no time to care about Ma Xiaohong, just move the battlefield further away.
A moment later, several more gunshots were heard, and the killers moved further north following the Night Devil John, whose tracks had suddenly been exposed.
Five minutes later, Luke frowned.
Looking at the drone footage of Matt fighting with two killers again, a thousand horses were running wildly through his heart.
Not only did Matt chase them, he also found the two killers again.
Fortunately, the two killers’ close combat ability was far inferior to Matt’s. They were so flustered and overwhelmed when he got close to them that they would have been overwhelmed. Otherwise, Lawyer Ma would have been shot again.
Matt can't be allowed to get involved in this anymore, Luke thought.
Tonight is the official clash between John and the High Table Killer, and the conflicts between the two sides will become more intense in the future.
Matt's fight here made it easy for him to be suspected of being John's accomplice.
Given the nature of Gao Tai Zhu, they will never let go of anyone who is wrong. The confidentiality of the identity of a street vigilante like Matt is worrying, and his background can be easily discovered.
Quickly making up his mind, Luke turned invisible again and quickly moved towards Matt's position.
…
Matt gasped and hit the man under him on the back of the head with his elbow with difficulty.
The fat Asian man with a sumo wrestler's body suddenly slowed down. He could withstand blows, but he had no fat on the back of his head, so his ability to withstand blows was not much higher than that of an ordinary person.
Matt was knocked down by him twice, and finally found an opportunity, rode on his back, and delivered a powerful elbow attack.
After another heavy elbow strike, the fat man under him, who was incomparably strong, finally rolled his eyes, bent his legs, and fell to the ground, making a dull thud.
Matt was so weak that he lay there for several seconds without moving.
Too tough! He has beaten many people, but it is rare to find an opponent as tough as this fat man.
When he hit the opponent with his two short sticks, at most the fat man's body trembled a few times, and then he screamed in pain and then there was no response.
The other party bumped into him several times, especially the last time, which almost knocked him unconscious.
Who the hell is that Night Devil John
If all these killers are as strong as this fat guy, how strong is Night Devil John? Matt cursed in his heart.
Suddenly, he moved.
In his hearing perception, there was a person without breathing and heartbeat rushing towards him from behind.
A second ago, he didn't even notice this person's existence.
Night Devil John! Only this super killer who is good at hiding himself can have such a skill.
Matt's mind raced, and he rolled over to avoid the opponent.
But he stopped suddenly halfway through the roll, and an extremely piercing and sharp noise pierced his eardrums.
He had acute hearing, but his body instantly stiffened and he couldn't move.
What the hell is this! Matt was horrified.
In fact, it was completely quiet around him, with no sharp noises at all.
Only Matt's extraordinary hearing could distinguish this sound.
Luke slid the cover of the small instrument in his hand closed, and the red start indicator light went out.
Looking at lawyer Ma Xiaohong who was unable to move, he was extremely satisfied: You are a guy who is looking for a fight everywhere, do you really think I can't deal with you!
This small instrument is an infrasonic weapon invented by Master Tony. Obaday even conducted human experiments on Master Tony himself. It can instantly cause a person to become stiff and paralyzed.
Most of the time, Luke had no need to use this special weapon because it would be easy to be exposed.
It is perfect for dealing with Lawyer Ma, a particularly flexible fighting master who is not easy to beat up.
This is the rule of one thing conquering another.
The infrasonic weapon needs to be placed within 30 centimeters of an ordinary person's ear to be effective, but it can be effective against Matt from five meters away.
Matt, who practiced close combat every day, didn't stand a chance.
Matt tried hard to move his body, but he couldn't control it and his ears were buzzing.
Luke pulled out a gun and pointed it at his palm.
despair!
Anesthetic? Narrative...!
Staring at the special bullet on his palm, Matt's stiff body suddenly softened.
Luke walked over, pulled out the anesthetic bullet from his palm, touched the fat killer next to him, took out the other's pistol, and raised his hand.
Snap! Snap!
The fat man and his companion who was struggling to escape seven or eight meters away each had an extra hole on his head.
Throwing the gun at the fat man, Luke dragged Matt into the apartment building next door.
He quickly found an old apartment that had been uninhabited for several days. He stuffed the nosy person under the bed in the bedroom and left.