At this moment, there were only a few ordinary killers left in the textile factory, hiding in secret places and shivering.
But with Luke's perception, they were all easily found and shot in the head one by one.
What the hell are you hiding for, you bastards! As a bad guy, you have to be prepared to turn into experience points at any time. He muttered in his heart and walked into a place that looked like a freezer.
Hanging on rows of hooks were slices of pork, among which were a few human bodies.
Some of the human bodies are dummies, and some are real corpses.
Luke frowned.
It’s not that he has mysophobia. He doesn’t care about mysophobia when he is gaining experience points.
But the bodies included both old and young, and their body shapes and limbs did not look like those of professionals, and there were many bullet holes and knife wounds on their bodies.
From his professional perspective, the knife wound was obviously inflicted before death, but the bullet hole was caused after death.
These people tortured people to death with knives and then used the corpses as targets.
This kind of insane behavior of the mutual aid society is extremely disgusting, and they don't even have the most basic respect for human beings.
As he stepped in, his head slowly turned, as if he was looking for something.
Suddenly, a steel rod pierced through two pieces of pork and went straight to Luke's lower back, and a loud roar rang out.
It was as if Luke had eyes on his back. He turned around just in time to avoid the sneak attack, but was met with a ray of cold light.
He put his hands on his waist and drew his two sabers again.
With a sharp clanging sound, a burly bearded fat man wearing a vest and bib, holding a butcher knife in one hand and a steel chisel in the other, collided with Luke.
Three knives and a steel chisel were entangled, and the sharp steel blades were sawing violently.
The two men's movements were smooth and swift. Although they were not of the same style, they both displayed extremely skilled close-combat skills with cold weapons.
The difference is that the fat man who was using the knife and chisel always shouted when he swung the knife and chisel, and his momentum was ferocious and barbaric, like a monster.
Luke just swung his sword calmly and remained silent from beginning to end.
Furthermore, when the two men were fighting, the fat man's body bumped around in the large fan of pork without any scruples, but Luke didn't even touch the pork once.
Just as the fat man was shouting and getting more and more excited, Luke suddenly said, "That's all you have, get out of here!"
Before the fat man understood what these words meant, he felt a terrifying power erupting from the pair of sabers.
Even though his physical strength exploded and he had the highest increase in strength in the mutual aid association, there was still no room for resistance.
Every knife and chisel was mixed into the sword's blade patterns, and the matte-finished sword was like two poisonous snakes, gently brushing across his wrists.
As soon as the fat man loosened his hands, the two weapons flew several meters away and stabbed into two pieces of pork.
He looked at this not-so-strong opponent with shock on his face and opened his mouth to say something.
Luke didn't give him the chance. The two sabers turned into a shadow and swung forward: "Too slow, you are too slow! Slowness leads to hesitation, and hesitation leads to defeat! Faster, dodge faster. You can't even dodge the knife, what kind of shitty swordsmanship are you practicing! Trash, die."
The series of shouts were as fierce as two sabers, hitting the fat man both physically and mentally.
The fat man felt like he was electrocuted. He swayed left and right in the countless black arcs of light that cut at him, but he still couldn't fall down.
Only the blood taken from his body by the black saber turned into strings of blood beads, leaving countless blood lines throughout the slaughterhouse.
Only after the shouting died down did the fat man stare blankly at Luke in front of him, his lips moving: "Good, very fast, a fast knife..."
Plop! Bang!
His heavy body slumped to his knees and then fell to the ground. A large pool of dark red blood gushed out from under him, staining a large area of the ground.
Luke chuckled, and poked the pork beside him with the saber in his hand. The steel spike rose up and turned its head under the stimulation of the saber.
The saber swung and hit the handle of the steel chisel with its side.
Ding! Puff!
The steel chisel flew out, and a flagpole appeared on the head of the fat man lying on the ground.
Perfect!
This fat man is called Butcher, and he is also one of the famous killers.
If there's anything he has in common with Luke's ghost-slayer alias, it's that they've killed countless people.
Luke is simply cleaning up the bad guys to earn points, but this guy kills people not only for money, but also likes to use a knife to kill innocent people.
The butcher was a mentally ill person who liked staying in the slaughter room, so he did not participate in the battle just now.
But this guy has long been in Luke's black book, and he must not be allowed to live.
Eighteen thousand experience points made him the number one killer, proving that this guy had blood on his hands and deserved to die.
After killing the mutant, Luke walked around the entire textile factory again and threw everything he liked, such as cash, weapons, mainland gold coins, information, and medicinal bath raw materials, into the storage space.
He then returned to the spot and carried the half-dead but still alive Sloan into the slaughter room.
He found a hook and hung the old man on it. He said, "Tell me who is the sponsor behind you."
Sloan's eyes flickered: "I don't know...ah~"
Before he could finish his words, he let out a scream with a twist.
Luke's saber swept across his body lightly, and a piece of black flesh fell off: "It's okay, there are still many places on your body that can be cut, and your immortal body is very powerful, I don't have to worry about you dying."
He was sure that the old guy still wanted to live and was looking for a chance to escape, so he was reluctant to die.
Otherwise, as long as this abnormal state of immortality is lifted, Sloane is guaranteed to die quickly.
Then he shook his head in his heart: Maybe not that fast, some people who were beheaded can live for a long time, and can even write the word "miserable" on other people's legs - in traditional Chinese characters.
But Sloan's mouth was hard, and his strange black body felt almost no pain, and didn't even need to breathe, and the inducer and other things were basically ineffective.
Only primary annihilation can bring this guy severe pain.
Luke still had to cut off a lot of what looked like slices of fat beef before he could get a lot of information out of him.
Even so, this old guy is very dishonest.
When asked about the raw materials for the medicinal bath, he lied again and again, but unfortunately he didn't know that Luke had already investigated all the information in advance.
Apart from the most important detailed location of the raw materials that make up the main part of the medicinal bath, Luke knew everything else.
Even if Sloan had a strong temper and killed himself, it wouldn't have much impact on Luke.
Luke, who had no scruples, naturally gave him another round of slicing to ensure that the finished beef slices were as thin as a cicada's wing and almost transparent, before he finally got the information about the main raw material.
It is an extract of a strange flower deep in the Amazon jungle, which is called blood orchid in some local primitive tribes.
Sloan set up a secret planting base there, which belonged to him alone, and no one in the mutual aid society knew about it.
When Luke heard him talk about the appearance of the blood orchid extract, he had an idea and reached into his pocket to take out a small injection bottle: "Is this it?"