The gangsters chasing Luke began to put down the night vision goggles on their helmets. A few seconds later, four teams of five people sneaked in from several doorways. Someone outside had set up traps at the doorways and divided them into groups to lock down one entrance and one exit.
In this way, the Night Demon can't escape.
The two sides will engage in a dogfight in this building until the winner is decided.
Luke quickly went up to the third floor and looked at the building which suddenly became dark. He laughed: It seems that the other party doesn't have a thorough understanding of the title of Night Devil!
He casually changed the magazines of his dual pistols and put them back on his waist, then raised his hands to take down a pair of handicrafts from the wall.
This three-story building has an ordinary shape, but it has few windows and doors, not many rooms, and is filled with layers of museum shelves filled with all kinds of cold weapons.
So there are not many windows here, because it is not for living, but a collection of cold weapons.
Luke wasn't sure whether these cold weapons were cultural relics, but there were indeed many weapons that were very old in style and smell, and many were obviously imitations made with modern technology.
These cold weapons come in many styles, ranging from finger knives, sabers, daggers, longswords, two-handed swords, to machetes, scimitars, sabers, as well as flails, shields, hooks and sickles, spears, and war hammers.
The weapon Luke had just taken off was a pair of one-handed axes.
The axe is 40 centimeters long, the axe blade is small and delicate, and there are intricate patterns etched on it.
Rather than saying they are weapons, it would be better to say that they are modern handicrafts.
Luke could even smell the chemicals on it, which were left over from etching the patterns on the axe.
But he won't take them away, so it won't be considered illegal acquisition of other people's property. He can use it to kill a few people and leave some usage fees before leaving. The system won't deduct points.
As they passed a place, Luke's eyes suddenly moved and he stopped.
Immediately, he stood in front of a line and fiddled with it for a while, connected a smartphone to the line, then asked Polaris to send a BGM and clicked play.
It is boring to brush up scores, but life must be lived interestingly. Someone decided to find some fun in this score-brushing journey.
At this moment, four teams entered the building, and were advancing in pairs, covering each other, looking for Luke.
Except for the slightest rustling of footsteps, the building was completely silent.
Suddenly, a burst of dense drum beats from light to heavy rang out, scaring the bandits.
Then the saxophone mixed in with the drum sounds came in waves, and the rhythm was like a raging torrent in the dark night, accumulating strength until it exploded.
The gangsters soon realized that the noise was coming from the museum's broadcasting system.
Everyone involuntarily raised their alert, and the commander outside was even more serious: "Hold steady, don't rush. Reduce the speed of advancement and be ready to open fire at any time."
On the third floor, Luke was holding two axes, leisurely leaning his body to the side, and following the sound of drums, he slowly moved towards the stairs.
He alternately moved the axes in his hands in front of him; his body and head swayed gently to the rhythm as he went down to the second floor step by step.
Then he wandered to the museum shelf next to him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and enjoyed this last quiet moment.
The four gangs quickly completed the search of the first floor, found nothing, and gathered at the stairs.
The leader turned around, made a few tactical gestures, then patted the gangster behind him, signaling them to go forward.
A group of people filed up.
Listening to the light but clear series of footsteps, Luke smiled and took small steps forward between the museum shelves with two axes in hand.
The four groups went up to the second floor, and the strange music was still ringing in their ears. The music became more and more rapid, and seemed to be reaching a climax.
Putting aside the tension in their hearts, the four groups advanced in two directions.
Then the gangster who was walking in front on the right suddenly stopped and saw a dark shadow passing between two museum shelves. He pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The sound of gunfire broke the harmonious music. Two groups of people advanced from the passage on the left side of the stairs, and two groups dispersed from the passage on the right side where the fire was opened first. Everyone surrounded this position.
As they moved forward rapidly, Luke crouched down and made a few small jumps above the rows of museum shelves, as comfortable as a child stepping on stones to cross a stream, and escaped from the attack from both sides.
After jumping over three museum shelves, he appeared in the left aisle. His mental power just propped up his feet to dissipate the force of his falling body, and he stood silently in the aisle.
In front of him were the backs of the heads of two groups of ten gangsters.
Luke hummed a rhythm in his mind, perfectly matching the music on the broadcasting system, and his footsteps seemed to slide on ice as he drifted towards the two groups in front of him.
The sharp blade of the craft axe is like the fangs of a beast, raised high and falling quietly.
With the faint sound of flesh and bones being broken, the two gangsters at the back froze up, but did not fall down for a while.
Luke specifically chose the moment when their feet had landed on the ground and their center of gravity was the most stable. Of course, he would not let them fall to the ground immediately.
The two men did not die immediately, but their cervical nerves were severed, and they had time to witness the attack with their own eyes - from their teammates in front of them.
Through the night vision goggles, a figure floated out from among them, his body slightly bent, holding an axe in both hands
Although he moved quickly, he still followed the beat of the music, with his body and axe swaying rhythmically.
This person... is still dancing
The two criminals who were on the verge of death were puzzled: Why dance? Who on earth did they meet
Just as the two were confused and unwilling, they saw the figure's axes in both hands suddenly flash, and two more companions were stunned on the spot.
They suddenly realized: So this is how I died.
Along with this thought, the consciousness falls into eternal darkness.
Luke didn't care about the extra onlookers behind him. He just spun and jumped, and even swung the axe with both hands with his eyes closed.
The ability to master elementary combat is not given for nothing.
Although he didn't have many opportunities to use axes and he had just acquired this pair of axes, he was like a veteran who had been immersed in this art for more than ten years.
This pair of axes looks quite beautiful, but their center of gravity is unstable and they are definitely not good weapons suitable for actual combat.
But in his hands, they were like a pair of obedient elves, flying along with his dance moves.
The sound of the music and the slight noise of the group's own advance masked the sound of the axe breaking through flesh and neck bones.
Luke floated through the group of bandits in a gesture that was almost a display of skill.
His attention was temporarily focused on the two groups of people in front of him, who were like wooden dummies with their backs to him. He raised his axe and struck them one by one.
It was not until the team leader who was walking in the front turned his head, habitually wanting to see how the team members behind him were following up, that he felt his eyes blurred and his Adam's apple turned cold.
With his eyes wide open, he had no idea what was happening. In a daze, his body was pressed against the wall by the axe, and he leaned there stiffly.