He pressed the release buttons with both hands at the same time, and the two empty magazines slid down. Luke lightly hooked the magazine bags on his waist with his little fingers, and clamped them with his ring fingers, making the magazines stand up.
The Glocks in his left and right hands pressed down on the two magazines in turn, and when loading was complete, he rubbed the Glock in his right hand down on the belt, reset the slide, and pointed diagonally.
Bang!
The killer next to him, who was pressing his thigh wound with one hand while trying to raise his gun to resist with the other hand, was shot in the face and fell to the ground.
The left-handed Glock also followed through the belt, the slide reset, and was casually swung to the other side.
Bang!
Another killer who was shot in the buttocks was shot in the neck, and his struggling body stopped moving.
Next, sporadic gunshots echoed in the open space of the factory.
Finishing off the gun is a finishing job.
Luke never takes this lightly.
Along with the slow sound of gunfire, the screams and pleas for mercy from the killers quickly decreased, and finally there was no sound at all.
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Inside the Continental Hotel, Santino looked at the drone footage, his face dumbfounded: "WTF!"
After a moment of silence, he stood up suddenly: "Impossible. He has been seriously injured, how can he still be so strong? Wait, why is this guy not limping... Huaq, his injury is fake!"
Halfway through his speech, he realized that he had done more such deceptive things, but he never thought that John Wick would do the same.
When he realized this, his face turned blue and red, and he felt angry and annoyed.
The short-haired girl next to him clapped her hands to attract his attention, and gestured a word with her hands.
Santino's face changed drastically. "Gun fighting in the Mutual Aid Society? That's impossible. He can't join us and the Mutual Aid Society at the same time. The High Table does not allow such behavior."
The short-haired girl also frowned and thought, and after a moment she gestured and said something.
Santino: "You mean, similar to gun fighting, but not exactly?"
Having said that, he looked at the screen and used the remote control to replay the video just now.
After watching it several times, he nodded and said, "Indeed, his speed and strength are not as good as the famous killer of the Mutual Aid Society. It's just that his movements are too precise and fast, so his lethality is so strong."
The short-haired girl nodded and gestured a sentence.
Santino paced back and forth. "Ask the fraternal aid society to deal with him? Well, that's possible. Those guys are very careful about their own background. Tell them that John Wick learned the gun fighting skills of the fraternal aid society, even arc shooting, and these guys will definitely go to trouble him. No matter who wins or loses, there will inevitably be a bigger conflict. At that time, I may have the opportunity to go to Rome and complete the succession ceremony."
Thinking of this, his eyes lit up: "Let's do it."
The short-haired girl coughed lightly and gestured to him.
"By the way, we need to get someone to collect the bodies first." Santino nodded grimly, took out his cell phone and dialed a number: "I'm Santino. Yes, Santino Dantonio. I need to make a reservation..."
He looked at the short-haired girl and saw her gesture a number. He felt even more depressed, but he continued, "Dinner for 60 to 80 people. The address will be sent to you soon. You only have one hour..."
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Bang!
On the rooftop behind the factory, Luke put the pistol back into his armpit, looked up at the sky, cast a last glance at the drone more than a hundred meters in the air, and turned into the darkness.
On the rooftop of a nearby building, four snipers who were blinded by the light were unable to leave and were all shot in the head.
Although these killers are not a family tonight, they are better than a family and are finally together.
Soon, Luke entered New York's sewer system and headed further north with ease.
Tonight, he left seventy-five murdered men dead in Harlem, but he had no intention of cleaning up the mess.
Just after he wiped out the last group of killers, the escaped fish that were still approaching suddenly scattered.
At the same time, patrol police cars coming from all over stopped at the intersection 500 meters away from the battle area and set up a cordon.
According to the police radio station, an order came down from headquarters for patrol officers to block off the surrounding area to prevent innocent passers-by from entering.
And because the bandits had fierce firepower and their number was unknown, the matter was handed over to the ESU to handle.
The patrol officers certainly had no objection. Not everyone likes to rush into the scene of a gunfight, including the police.
Compared with the ESU, patrol police are more responsible for daily public security, and they can easily cause heavy casualties when facing professional criminals.
At first glance, the order seems reasonable.
But at the same time, the ESU team on the way received another order, asking them to wait for the arrival of other teams before entering under the unified command of the captain.
The result of these two orders was that no police approached the factory area within hundreds of meters.
After a quick thought, Luke understood: it was the high table that took action.
The coalition of major forces in the dark world is indeed not simple. It can actually influence NYPD's actions in secret, making time and space for the subsequent whitewashing.
Of course, it is not realistic to say that the high table can order the police around at will. It is more likely that both parties get what they want.
The high-level table wants to clean up the mess and clear away all traces of its own actions to avoid attracting widespread attention from society.
NYPD just stood by and watched, which not only avoided major losses, but also made this shocking case become "no evidence", and everyone was happy.
Realizing this, Luke stopped caring about cleaning the floor.
Most of the scenes of the final battle in front of the factory building, where Night Devil John killed those killers, were captured by drones.
The number of corpses in that pile was counted, and drones were monitoring them from above.
Of course, Luke would not use the storage space and let the other party take pictures of a large number of corpses disappearing out of thin air.
Dealing with corpses and spatial abilities are both V's traits.
Previously, there were more than 20 killers in New Jersey who died under surveillance. Together with the 75 people in Harlem, the death toll of killers has exceeded 100.
And more than forty bodies of killers were stuffed into Luke's Space No. 1 without anyone noticing.
Therefore, the actual number of casualties among the assassins sent by the High Table tonight was one hundred and forty-eight.
Among these killers, less than ten have experience points of 200+, most are in the 300+ range, a small number are 400+, and five are 500+, so the total experience points contributed are over 61,000.
At this moment, the system displays: Host experience 250600/300000.
Points: 266,600.
If we add the "first half" that took place in Rome a few days ago, the battle for the head of the Camorra family that Santino initiated this time has earned Luke nearly 100,000 experience points.
The high table is indeed a super copy!
Moreover, this is a serial copy.
After the first and second half, there is an overtime to decide the winner.
This guy Santino and his bodyguards will also have a lot of experience points.
It is extremely rare to gain over 100,000 experience points in one event, even if it takes a lot of time.
Currently, the experience for leveling up to 18 is almost full, but I guess the 500,000 experience for leveling up to 19 can also be used on the high table
Luke thought happily, found an exit and crawled out of the sewer.
After walking a few dozen meters, he entered a safe house, changed all his equipment and clothes, cleaned off the smell on his body, then drove the safe house's car back to the laboratory.
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