In less than ten seconds, Luke came out in black combat uniform and replaced this guy.
If the men in black combat uniforms next to him were to take a closer look, they would have noticed that his equipment was much less. His bulletproof helmet and combat uniform were only put on carelessly, and his pants and shoes were of similar color but not changed.
Luke checked the submachine gun and magazine in his hand as he walked.
The weight of the submachine gun is wrong, and it seems that most of the parts are made of engineering plastics. What’s even stranger is that even the texture of the barrel doesn’t feel like metal.
The bullets in the magazine are not ordinary bullets.
As he had recently become fond of playing with anesthetic bullets, he immediately determined that this was a anesthetic submachine gun.
This thing is rare.
Tranquilizer guns are very common. It is not uncommon to see long ones that resemble a rifle or small ones that resemble a pen.
But the anesthesia submachine gun obviously pursues firepower, or coverage, while also aiming to capture the target alive.
In order to catch people with super powers, this equipment was carefully designed.
A group of people wearing black combat uniforms appeared here in the middle of the night without any identification, searching for Carol and her two daughters.
This must be the Sentinel Special Service Department!
While he was thinking, he heard a voice coming from the stolen headset: "Two women have been found. The target of the operation has been confirmed. They are fleeing to the north. Everyone follow them."
Luke jumped lightly, tapped his toes, and climbed up a tree about seven or eight meters high next to him, looking to the north.
More than a hundred meters away, the figures of two girls flashed among the trees and grass under the helicopter searchlight, but they did not escape his keen eyesight.
It was Carol and Lorna indeed!
He had already detected the scent of the two people nearby, and now he was completely sure that the helicopter and this team of combat personnel were coming for them.
Tilting his neck, Luke raised the corner of his mouth inside his mask: Let me see what the Sentinel Special Service is!
He just knocked out the fighter and snatched his equipment, but the system did not respond at all.
There was no reminder of any kind, whether it was gaining experience or deducting points. It was obvious that the system was being modified and there was no time to take care of it.
Just in case, he didn't plan to kill anyone today.
But when he looked at the anesthetic submachine gun in his hand, he smiled happily: Look, what a considerate person!
The next moment, his figure disappeared among the treetops.
Meanwhile, Carol and Lorna are also in crisis.
The two helicopters flying high in the sky were specially made to suit Luna's superpowers.
If she wanted to take down the two helicopters, she had to concentrate all her efforts on using her abilities.
But more than thirty special forces fighters in black combat uniforms were approaching rapidly.
Once she stands still, she will soon be discovered by the other side, and a large number of special anesthetic bullets will follow and subdue her.
She also had trouble dealing with the Secret Service operatives.
Their equipment is also specially made, without metal parts and equipped with ceramic inserts, making it difficult to hurt them with ordinary attacks.
Especially in the current situation, she had no way of concentrating and attacking these people accurately.
Carol no longer looked timid as usual. Her thin body was bent low, like a wild cat about to attack, with a vigilant look on her face.
Suddenly, she said, "Lorna, I'll hold them back, you go first."
Lorna refused without hesitation: "No, let's rush out together."
Carol was very calm. "No, they are too well prepared this time. I can't escape the helicopter's lock, but you can rush out with a short flight. As long as we get to the dock in the north, there are a lot of metal products there, and they can't do anything to you."
Luna still refused: "It's only two kilometers. Let's rush out together. This time, I... will not show mercy to them."
As she spoke, the two metal knives in her hands floated up.
Carol: "Don't. We are not bad people, nor are we criminals. And if we kill their people, they will send more people to catch us."
Luna said unwillingly: "But we are about to be caught."
Carol: "What if they only catch one of us?"
Lorna opened her mouth, but no words came out.
As long as she goes on a killing spree, both of them will be severely tortured whether they are caught together or alone, and Carol is likely to be caught tonight.
The two girls, who lack courage and experience, have abilities beyond many ordinary people, but for a moment they feel caught in a dilemma.
But soon they won't have to worry about this problem anymore.
Snap! Snap!
Two unusually crisp gunshots were heard, and then the searchlights of the two helicopters in the air went out.
Both parties present were stunned.
Then Lorna was overjoyed, and Carol whispered without hesitation, "Go."
In the darkness, the two rushed to the north.
Carol's thin figure was like a civet cat, leaping and shuttling among the trees and grass.
Then she pounced out fiercely and kicked a man in black combat uniform on the chest with both feet, sending him flying seven or eight meters, and he rolled on the ground for several times before stopping.
With the reaction force of the kick, her small body changed direction in the air and kicked another black combat suit five or six meters away.
An escape route thus appeared.
Following closely behind, Luna seemed to have lost most of the gravity. With every step she took, she flew five or six meters lightly. Her speed was not as fast as Carol, but she was not affected by any terrain or debris, and she rushed out.
The two girls ran away without any hesitation.
The Sentinel Special Service had already captured several of their companions. They did not have the courage and determination to fight against them, so they could only run when they found an opportunity. The two women thus missed a great show behind them.
After the two gunshots, the voice of the commander in black combat uniform came through Luke's headset: "Be careful, they are armed."
The corners of his mouth curled up, and several small round cans of safety needles from the fighter were pulled out and flew in all directions like flowers scattered by fairies.
The powerful force, accurate throwing and extremely fast speed caused these small round cans to explode continuously among the combatants within two seconds.
A few puffs of smoke and a few blinding flashes of light appeared in the dark wilderness.
Luke even heard some combatants wailing like defeated dogs, probably Marafako, HuaQ and the like.
Facing such a foul-mouthed person, he decisively grabbed the anesthetic submachine gun from his chest and rushed into the smoke.
Puff puff puff!
The noise made by the tranquilizer submachine gun was almost that of a silenced pistol, and the kinetic energy of the bullet was obviously insufficient. It could only shoot within thirty to fifty meters, but it was enough to bully Carol and the others.
It is also enough for someone who is almost certain to hit the target in a ten-meter gun fight.
As the smoke bombs spread, Luke rushed in like a rocket, with the muzzle of his gun almost touching the combatants' necks, and gave them anesthesia one by one.
He used the first-class anesthetic micro-shot like a syringe.