The two gangsters paused, and a stream of blood suddenly gushed out from the middle line of their faces from forehead to chin, and they fell down dejectedly.
Before the two men fell, Luke had already passed them, as well as the two teammates behind him who were just about to step onto the stairs. He turned around and slashed the back of the two men's heads with two knives.
At this time, the only four gangsters left downstairs finally pulled the trigger.
Luke leaped up, did a somersault, and used his telekinesis to propel himself forward. The somersault was like a video that was suddenly fast-forwarded, so fast that it was eerily fast.
In the blink of an eye, he flipped over the heads of the two people in front of him, stretched out his arms, and swept the blade across their necks.
Finally, the two men subconsciously raised their guns.
Luke's curled up body suddenly fell rapidly, his body stretched out like a spring, and the two knives in his hands slanted upwards and pierced their chests.
The two stood there for a moment, then slowly collapsed.
Luke loosened the handle of the scimitar, flicked his fingers, picked up the sabers on the thighs of the two men, stood still for a few seconds, and threw a knife towards the stairs with his right hand.
A gangster who had just poked his head out from the corner of the stairs had a knife handle on his forehead and fell on his back.
As the first saber was swung, Luke also twisted his body and swung his left hand, and the second saber flew out of his hand.
But unlike the first knife that shot almost straight, this knife rotated slowly in the air, and the handle just hit the stair railing with a clang, and the blade suddenly changed direction and shot diagonally to the second floor.
A gangster was standing on the upper half of the stairs with a gun, on high alert. He felt a black shadow flash past the corner of his right eye, and the reflected saber just pierced into his eye socket, and his body tumbled down the stairs.
The only four remaining gangsters on the second floor were tense and filled with doubt.
Not only did they not see how the first gangster was stabbed, they didn't even know how the second gangster died.
Even though they are like dead men, they are not fools.
If you die without even knowing where your opponent is, this does not meet the requirements of a commander.
Their mission is not simply to die, but to hold back the opponent and try to keep him in combat for as long as possible.
Luke ignored the four frightened birds and turned to walk to the side. His eyes briefly glanced around and fell on a large cabinet.
This cabinet is similar to the one in a jewelry store, with a flat, long cabinet body, a wooden frame, and five glass sides, allowing people to see the objects inside at a glance. They are all various military knives.
Mad Dog, M9, Harpoon, Hell Guardian Dog, Rambo Knife, and Nighthawk Plain Blade all appear in this cabinet.
Obviously, this cold weapon collection is not limited to ancient styles.
Luke's hands were itching.
Among those he killed, many were experts in using sabers, and there were even more enthusiasts.
At this moment, when he saw these sabers, he felt as familiar with them as if they were portable toys.
Before his brain could make a decision, his hands had already moved.
He pulled open the fragile cabinet door lock and took out all the sabers.
As exhibits, these sabers had no scabbards. Luke thought about it and a belt appeared in his hand, which he buckled around his waist. He then quickly inserted the sabers into his waist.
At the same time, his left hand was holding a handful of fan-shaped sabers, like a peacock spreading its tail.
The sound of rustling footsteps was heard again from several doors, and then groups of bandits opened the doors and walked in.
The cold-blooded commander stuffed most of the men outside in without hesitation.
Luke's figure flashed and disappeared into the darkness.
The bandits who entered from the front and back doors attacked thirty people, sixteen in the front and fourteen in the back.
Luke did not intercept them, but allowed both sides to advance to the exhibition area on the first floor and complete the rendezvous.
There are counters of different heights here, filled with all kinds of cold weapons.
There was only the dim green light of the "Emergency Exit" everywhere, shining on the glass cabinet, reflecting a little bit of dim light, giving a feeling like a place where a supernatural event had taken place.
Luke squatted on the ground, his right fingertips touched the handle of the knife in his left hand, and selected two M9s.
He did not stand up, but just leaned half of his body out from the counter and waved his right hand twice in succession, and two sabers flew diagonally upwards from a position close to the ground.
Puff!
There were two dull sounds of flesh being pierced, and the two bandits fell to the ground.
Two M9 sabers were stuck to their chests up to the handles, and they were breathing out more than in. They couldn't even scream and could only twist and struggle slightly on the ground.
None of the gangsters saw Luke. After he swung out two knives, he immediately retracted his sword and reached to the other side of the counter.
Just as the gangsters were on high alert and checking their surroundings, there was another clang sound.
"ah!"
One of the gangsters screamed and fell to the ground, covering his chest and abdomen with his hands, but he didn't dare to touch the handle of the knife.
This was Luke using refraction again, and finally adding a little telekinesis guidance. The saber bounced off the wall and shot into the stomach of the man leaning against the wall.
When many people's attention was attracted by the scream, he half-knelt on the ground, waved his right hand, and a matte saber flew out lightly at a not very fast speed.
While this saber was still flying, he pulled out another saber from his left hand and swung it vigorously.
Ding ding!
Two collision sounds were heard in succession, and the strange refraction + telekinesis guidance combination completed a double kill.
"Ah!" This time one more person covered his chest and screamed, while another person was stabbed directly in the face and fell to the street without a sound.
At this moment, the commander outside the building suddenly received another video signal.
He connected without hesitation. On the screen, Luke was slowly standing up from behind a museum shelf and leisurely leaving the place where he had launched the sneak attack.
Then, rhythmic knocking sounds were heard on the separate communication channel.
After hearing this, the commander gave the order without hesitation: "The target location has been released to everyone at any time. Launch a full-scale attack immediately. Do not stop."
Following this order, the remaining twenty or so gangsters on the first floor immediately rushed towards Luke's location.
They locked onto Luke's position with a strict formation, covering each other in the front, back and sides, leaving no gaps.
Luke's heart moved: Here it comes!
His body suddenly stopped and did not move again. Instead, he stood in front of a counter, placed the eight sabers in his left hand on the counter, unbuttoned the only button on his suit, and straightened his lapels.
Then he adjusted the sabers on the counter, picking up two in each hand and placing the remaining four in parallel on the counter.
He lowered his head slightly, seeming to be looking at the sabers, with a thoughtful look.
In the shadows around him, three pairs of eyes stared at him with puzzled expressions: What was going on
The order for a full-scale attack was given by the other side, and the gangsters acted without hesitation, semi-surrounding Luke's position in less than ten seconds.
Without stopping for too long, or waiting for the encirclement to be fully formed, the commander's cold voice rang out in their earphones: "Open fire."