So Luke chatted with Bell for a while and got a batch of small steel balls from her.
These small steel balls are slightly smaller than longans, but they are not light. Luke throws them with force and can easily make a hole in an ordinary person's head.
If the movement is more covert and the joints are hit, it can also cause great pain to the opponent.
With this thing, he knocked out the guns of several thugs, stopped several robberies and a rape, without even showing up. He just threw a steel ball at the other party from more than ten meters away, and the other party would faint immediately.
As for fingerprints? Oh, of course he always wears gloves.
Luke was a little tempted by the idea of earning a lot of points while strolling around.
New York, the crime capital, is a great place to gain experience points. There are endless small crimes to be caught.
This also means that experience points can never be fully earned.
Luke spent two days like this and earned more than 130 experience points, which was almost as much as he earned in Los Angeles.
However, this is just a temporary thought.
New York is a huge battlefield, where many super criminals, super heroes, and even alien powerhouses and fleets have landed one after another.
Luke was too weak right now, and didn't want to just jump in headfirst.
That's like he just left the Novice Village and entered the advanced players' leveling point. It would be easy for him to be killed by a monster.
The chaotic metropolis also has an advantage, which is that he can try out his first looting here.
Success or failure and any gains are not important. The main thing is to become familiar with the business and become more proficient at it in the future.
He eventually targeted a gang of traffickers in Queens.
The main reason is that this place is relatively close to his residence, only about ten minutes' drive away, making it convenient for him to travel back and forth.
Although there are several suitable targets in Brooklyn, they are much farther away, and the round-trip drive takes more than an hour.
After taking the bus during the day and wandering around the area, and having lunch at a nearby fast food restaurant, Luke basically understood the situation there and decided to take action tonight.
In the afternoon, Luke stayed alone in his apartment, slowly painting on a mask.
After a long time, he put down the oil paint in his hand with satisfaction, picked up the hair dryer and blew the paint dry.
This is a disposable item, no need to make it too nice.
When Elsa came back at night, Luke greeted her and then closed the door and went to sleep.
At ten o'clock, Luke heard no movement in the room next door and knew that Elsa should be asleep.
This career-oriented woman was very tired from looking up information at the police station these days.
Luke put on a black backpack and walked out.
This was a civilian area with little surveillance around. Luke quickly changed into a new set of clothes, deliberately making some parts of his body bulge out.
The last time Sergei was discovered, his body shape was simulated by a computer. Of course he wouldn't be so stupid.
There is a backpack on his back, which further destroys the integrity of his back.
The shoes on my feet were also changed to a pair of larger leather boots with increased height.
A hooded sweatshirt is a good choice. With the hood on, others can't see his face at all.
After walking a block, Luke took a taxi to a bar near his destination for the night.
After paying and getting off the car at the bar, he did not go in. Instead, he went around to the back alley, turned over, kicked the trash can, climbed up the wall with both hands, and climbed over.
This is an old apartment building.
Luke stood in the corner and started changing his clothes again.
Two minutes later, Luke checked himself and found no problems. He put on his backpack and walked slowly into the apartment building.
The walls of this apartment building are an old green color. Under the erosion of time, the once bright green has become somewhat dull, and it looks full of inferior atmosphere.
Going up to the third floor and turning the corner, I saw a short, fat, black man wearing headphones entertaining himself.
Luke was about five or six meters away from him before the fat black man noticed a figure out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to look over.
Then, he saw a black muzzle of a gun pointed at him.
The fat black man opened his mouth but dared not say anything.
Luke made a few gestures, and the fat black man obediently opened the door next to him, then knelt down and lay on the ground.
The next moment, the fat black man felt a pain on the back of his head and passed out.
Luke withdrew his hand, fumbled around the fat black man, and shook his head regretfully.
The guy only had a small knife on him.
He took the knife in his hand, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and activated his sensitive sense of smell.
Countless scent lines formed, and he quickly locked onto the person in the room.
Six men and one woman!
Two were on the right sofa, a man and a woman were on the middle sofa, two were on the left sofa, and one was in the toilet.
Luke walked into the room at a normal pace.
The black man on the right who was playing a game with a controller was stunned: "What's-the-hell?!"
However, the black muzzle of the gun in Luke's right hand was pointed at him, and he held a knife in his left hand, put his index finger on his lips, and made a gesture of silence.
The black man became nervous. His companion who was playing games with him glared at him in dissatisfaction, then turned his head and was also stunned.
The next moment, a woman in a red leather one-piece skirt on the sofa in the middle screamed, "Ah!"
Luke tilted his head, as if looking at the woman's skirt, which was connected by only a few thin strings from chest to belly, revealing a long strip of her body.
She was sitting sideways on the sofa backrest, so she was facing Luke sideways and could see him when she turned her head.
The black man next to her was alert. He dropped the handle, grabbed a pistol next to him, turned around and pointed it at Luke.
Luke swung his left hand quickly, and the knife he had been holding disappeared in an instant, and the next moment it stabbed into the black man's chest.
He looked at the knife handle on his chest with confusion, and the gun in his hand loosened and fell to the ground.
Luke moved and appeared in front of the black man, catching the gun with his left hand.
With a move of his right hand, the Glock 23 gun he had originally been equipped with was inserted back into his waist. He quickly took out the gangster's pistol, looked at it, and then inserted the magazine back.
Several people had never expected that this person would do this in front of them and did not react for a moment.
By the time the four men on the sofa wanted to stand up, Luke had already finished checking his guns and had just raised the muzzle, pointing it at the two men closest to the right.
This is... so freaking terrible!
These people were originally villains and had killed people, but what was happening before their eyes was really a bit weird.
In their eyes, the man in black who broke in quietly was like a ghost.
A wide cloak, a Zorro hat, and everything from clothes to leather boots, all in black.
Only the mask on his face had a strange and kind smile and two neatly drawn mustaches.
As he tilted his head slightly to look around, at first glance, several men and women felt a chill run down their spines.
Luke took out a small tape recorder from his pocket and pressed the play button. A mechanical electronic sound rang out: "Where's the money?"
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