After a few breaths, figures quietly appeared at the entrances and windows of various passages, forming an encirclement.
They said nothing, just looked at him.
Several people's hands were itching to move, but in the end they held back.
The bodies of five famous killers are still deterrent enough, at least more effective than the bodies of more than a hundred ordinary killers.
For a moment, the air in the factory was almost stagnant.
Luke, who was isolated, did not make much movement. Instead, he was like a tiger lying in wait, looking indifferently at a group of wild wolves that were slowly occupying a favorable position.
"Night Demon, what are you waiting for?" An old voice sounded, and Sloan walked out of a dark passage, looking at him with a frown.
Luke: “You.”
Sloan: "Want to beg for mercy?"
Luke shook his head slightly: "No, I'm just afraid that you'll run away."
Sloan's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "So what are you waiting for now?"
Luke turned his head and looked at him, and suddenly smiled: "No, don't get me wrong. I'm not targeting you. I just want to say that everyone here... is garbage."
When the last half of the sentence came out, the thirteen famous killers, including Sloan, didn't understand the meaning at once.
The Sloan people were the smartest ones and reacted the fastest: This is... just a joke.
Feeling that his IQ had been insulted the most in history, he said with a dark face: "You want to die."
The reactions of the others were not much slower, probably only delayed by less than 0.1 seconds, and they all reacted, their faces looking as if they had eaten shit.
Luke closed his eyes, spread his arms, and sighed: "This world is so beautiful..."
"Kill!" Sloan didn't want to waste any more time and gave the order directly.
The killers all raised their guns.
Bang bang bang!
"I shouldn't have been so angry..." Luke's voice echoed in the factory, and was still clearly audible amid the dense gunfire.
Bang!
The head of a famous killer who was shuttling between the textile machines exploded, a figure in a black suit flashed by behind the silk threads, and a series of bullets fell into the empty space.
"This is not good..." the calm voice continued.
Bang!
The second famous killer met the muzzle of the gun with his forehead. The short distance of one meter left him no time to dodge and he was shot in the middle of his eyebrows.
"not good… "
Bang!
Just a few words, followed by a quick second shot, hit the third famous killer who was rushing towards him, penetrating into his eye socket.
"Only love..."
Bang!
The almost invisible black figure instantly broke through a distance of more than ten meters and flashed past two textile machines.
"With justice..."
Bang!
Behind the two looms, the fourth and fifth killers collapsed, all shot in the head.
"Only then can it be eternal..."
Bang!
The sixth killer, with a look of fear on his face, tried to turn around and see the black figure rushing from behind. The back of his head exploded with blood, and his body slammed onto the textile machine. Large amounts of blood dyed the cotton cloth that was being formed red, weaving into a strangely colorful pattern.
"Give the world..."
Bang!
The seventh killer turned pale and ran sideways frantically, trying to escape from the factory.
The black figure that he could not see clearly passed by him and sent a bullet into his brain.
"New life..."
Bang!
The eighth killer had just jumped onto the window when he was shot in the temple by a curved bullet from the side. The joy of escaping death was still on his face, but he was no longer breathing.
“So I look forward to…”
Bang bang bang!
"World peace!"
Bang bang bang!
In the last two sentences, bullets flew out like a torrential rain, like brave soldiers encircling the enemy, whirling and flying towards the remaining four famous killers.
"No!" The two weaklings who were shot by Luke first wailed again.
At this moment, they discovered that the two bullets shot by Luke actually formed an S shape in the air.
There is no S-shaped arc shooting, you are a scumbag! This thought flashed through the minds of the two men, and their heads exploded.
The other two uninjured people had already been taken care of first by the four S-shaped bullets, and fell to the street without even having time to scream.
Peace returned to the factory.
Luke still had his head tilted back and his eyes closed, his arms spread out as if intoxicated, holding both guns horizontally, like a star who had just finished the finale of the performance.
Ten meters away from him, Sloan's old face became even darker.
Twelve famous killers with extraordinary powers died just like that.
They are more powerful and faster, so they die quickly.
Facing Luke, who was determined to wipe them out, they were no more resistant than the ordinary killers of the past few days.
For the top students who can score 100 points, those who score 60 or 80 points are considered losers.
The reason why the top student got 100 points in the exam is because the test paper is only worth 100 points.
No matter what kind of poor student you are, the only fate is to be crushed into ashes.
Facing Luke, both ordinary killers and this group of famous killers are far inferior.
So they died, died in this factory in less than five seconds.
Sloan's eyes flickered, and he finally spoke: "You are not a night demon."
Luke slowly opened his eyes, lowered his head, and looked into the old man's eyes, still smiling faintly: "Congratulations, you got it right."
Sloane stared at him for a moment, then spoke again: "Killing people, reciting poems, and being so powerful..."
After a pause, he suddenly said, "You are that V! V without the smiley mask!"
Luke smiled again: "Yes, you got it right again. Now I decide to pick you as the only lucky audience member to die on the spot."
Bang!
He raised his hand and fired two shots.
Sloan dodged the two shots with a flash of his head, and at the same time an antique Mauser pistol appeared in his hand.
Bang bang bang!
All four bullets flew over with curved trajectories.
Luke was slightly surprised, but he just moved sideways to avoid Sloan's attack, and said with a smile: "It seems that you are not the Sloan I know."
As he said this, he fired two more shots without hesitation.
Sloan's figure flashed and dodged again, his face finally became gloomy: "Young man, you know nothing about power!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and the gun, his arm turned into a shadow, the Mauser kept firing, and rushed straight towards Luke, as if he was going to engage in a close-range gunfight.
Luke narrowed his eyes and rushed forward without showing any weakness. His two guns unleashed double the firepower and fired back directly.
The full version of gun fighting was activated again. With his explosive power and superior physical fitness, his body kept dodging slightly left and right, completely avoiding the incoming bullets.
And Sloan on the opposite side... didn't even dodge, his body also left a straight afterimage and pounced forward.
In a flash, Luke discovered that the bullets that hit Sloan only left bullet holes on his body.