This team leader was the third to last person in the death ranking of the two groups, with only the last two companions left ahead of him.
As the two men leaned against the shelves and walls, keeping an eye on the passages between the shelves, Luke pulled the axe from the team leader's throat, stretched his arms outward, and struck them on the side of the neck at the same time.
Looking at the axe blade stuck there and stained with blood, Luke decisively stopped and gave up the pair of weapons.
The first few people were cut on the back of the neck and there was not much bleeding, but the last three people cut a large blood vessel.
He couldn't take the axe, otherwise his custom-made suit would be covered in blood.
Thinking of this, he looked at the walls again and still chose a pair of modern crafts - Western swords.
It would be embarrassing to fight and kill in someone else's collection museum, so it's better not to touch the antique weapons.
As soon as Luke picked up the two swords, he couldn't help but curl his lips: Sure enough, this is another thing made by some enthusiasts.
They have extremely flashy golden hollow handguards, but the overall texture is much stronger than antiques, and they are imitating the style of the eighteenth century.
The weight far exceeds that of modern fencing equipment, the impractical hollow guards, and the consistently poor weighting fully prove that the greatest use of this pair of antique swords is still for display, and the makers never considered that they would be used in actual combat one day.
Fighting master Lu was commenting on the craftsmanship of the pair of swords, with the swords hanging diagonally on both sides of his body, and he walked away with light steps.
This is an auxiliary ability developed from primary telekinesis. It can be used to prop up the feet and restrain the fluttering of clothes, making movements silent.
This feature alone is worth the time spent studying it.
The ten gangsters in the right channel were retreating quickly. At this moment, only ten seconds had passed since the first person fired the shot.
The commander can monitor the night vision images of these criminals in real time.
So he immediately discovered that something was wrong with the ten people in the left channel, and decisively ordered the right team to press back, and the bandits outside also sent another twenty people in.
At this point, only about 80 people were left out of the team of over 100 people in this operation.
There are fifty people outside the collection hall and thirty people inside.
At the same time, the commander activated another separate channel and whispered, "He's on the second floor."
There were only two gentle knocks from the other side, indicating that the call was received, and then there was no further movement.
The commander exhaled and turned his attention back to the battle situation.
If possible, he hoped that ten players on his side could be left alive so that he wouldn't have to play.
As for the possibility that all teammates would die and only he would survive, the commander had no hope.
The chance of someone winning the dice roll is extremely small.
The outcome of the battle ultimately depends on how Night Devil John attacks, and also on his true trump card.
However, neither of the two parties that decided the outcome of the battle was under his control.
He is just a chess piece, not a chess player.
After doing everything you can, all you can do is wait for fate to happen.
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The sound of music still echoes in the collection hall.
When Luke connected the phone to the broadcasting system, he chose to play the song on repeat.
It would continue to ring like this, covering up some of the sounds of his actions, mainly the sounds of the gangsters dying, making it easier to defeat them one by one.
For him who has primary sound waves, a suitable BGM will not affect his performance.
For example, at this moment he raised his head and looked at a window on the third floor through the ceiling, with excitement flashing in his eyes.
There are masters coming in! And there are three of them.
However, he suppressed the urge to go find these three masters.
There were still ten bandits on the second floor, and twenty more came in from the first floor.
The masters are roast duck, the taste is wonderful, and they can't fly when they are cooked thoroughly.
These bandits were frying soybeans, and if they used too much force they might scatter. He didn't have that much time to look for them one by one.
So you should eat these fried soybeans before the meal, and then enjoy the taste of roast duck.
With this in mind, Luke's movements suddenly quickened. He flew lightly from the aisle between the two rows of museum shelves, crossed the two rows of museum shelves with a fish-like leap, and inserted diagonally into the aisle on the right.
After rushing out of the museum shelf, two heads wearing night vision goggles appeared in front of him.
These are the two people who were left behind.
When the two groups on the left were destroyed, the commander immediately reminded them to be careful of the Night Demon's sneak attack from the rear, so the last two people faced the rear and were on guard.
But Luke cut in diagonally between the rearguard and the advancers, and as he jumped out from above the museum shelf, he was in the blind spot of the ten people.
The commander's real-time surveillance naturally could not detect his presence.
Luke thrust out the two swords in his hands, which was also the most suitable way for them to attack.
The tip of the sword, like a sharp cone, accurately pierced the back of the necks of the two bandits who were left behind, and retracted after a slight shock in the gap between their cervical vertebrae.
He stepped back lightly with his feet, and before he turned around, he swung his hands back, and stabbed the back of the necks of the two bandits behind him with the tips of his swords.
Hiss!
In less than half a second, the four gangsters entered a state of stiffness and near death.
Compared to the straight, short, and chopping-oriented axes, these swords are of a more suitable length and their shape is also suitable for stabbing.
And stabbing is definitely the fastest way of attack.
In Luke's hands, this pair of fancy antique swords became real killing weapons.
Just now, he chopped ten bandits with an axe, which seemed a bit playful, but now, the two swords were stabbing, a killing technique aimed at efficiency.
Luke's footsteps drifted on the ground. This time, with a long sword in his hand, he was not worried about blood splattering on his body.
With the trembling of his wrists, the originally straight and slender sword blade began to bend slightly, and it passed through the bandits walking around.
Cold stars flashed in the dark night air, and several gangsters who saw Luke's figure had no time to shout before they were killed by a sword.
Unable to shout, unable to move, could only die with his body stiff.
Luke threw his two swords one last time, letting them sink into the eye sockets of the two gangsters, pinning them to the wall and the ground.
The bandits around him still maintained the same posture as before they were stabbed with the sword. A few seconds later, with a series of thuds, seven or eight bodies fell to the ground.
Luke grabbed a pair of Arabian scimitars that he had been eyeing.
The same antique handicrafts, the same exaggerated shapes and bright colors.
The most striking features of the knives are the golden handle and the slender blade that is curved like a large sickle with a misaligned edge.
Grabbing the two scimitars, he floated towards the stairs.
The twenty people who had just entered were rushing up to the second floor when a black figure floated over from the side.
Before the six people who entered the second floor could react, Luke put his foot on the wall, turned his body, and slashed the two machetes across the necks of the two people who were slightly below the stairs on the second floor.
Bending over and standing on the handrail at the corner, he took advantage of the momentum to spin around, and the slender scimitar rotated along with his outstretched arm, drawing two oblique arcs in the air.
The scimitar swung upwards and cut the necks of the two people who were standing on the upper half of the stairs, and the scimitar slightly swung downwards and chopped off the two gangsters who were on guard at the handover point.
The figure flew up in the rotation and landed on the lower half of the stairs. Two slashes of the knife swung down on the heads of the two gangsters, and the tactical goggles on the faces of the two gangsters were cracked in the middle, with the cut ends neat and clean.