Luke raised the corner of his mouth, slowly put down his left hand, put the knight shield in his right hand back to his chest, and slowly turned his head to look at the three attackers.
The three people who were knocked flying by him stood up immediately.
However, the left hand of attacker No. 2 hung by his side like a chicken claw.
The hands of attacker number three were intact, but they were shaking like a patient in the late stage of Parkinson's disease, and there were two bloody holes on the back of his hands.
Only Attacker No. 1, although his hands were a little shaking, at least he maintained an intact appearance.
"You are not a Night Devil!" Number One suddenly said, "The Night Devil is not that strong."
Hearing this, a mysterious smile slowly emerged on Luke's poker face: "No, I am the Night Devil."
Because I paid you! He added silently in his heart that he was not lying.
"Impossible! Night Demon has never learned how to use these antique weapons." Mr. One-Arm Broken No. 2 said while gritting his teeth.
Luke: "Yes, this is indeed my first time using them, but it doesn't affect me..."
clang!
Number One's vision blurred, and a spiked hammer head flew towards him.
He rolled over subconsciously, but he felt his scalp go cold, and then turned into a burning line.
Number Two's sneak attacking right claw grabbed the knight's shield again.
At this time, Luke in front of him uttered the second half of the sentence: "... I'll beat you to death."
Luke swung his left arm in a half circle in front of him, and the handle of the chain hammer hit the edge of the knight's shield, but the hammer head was pulled by the chain and hit No. 2's right shoulder from the side.
There was a cracking sound of bones breaking, and No. 2's shoulder collapsed instantly. He was thrown away with a scream and a trail of blood.
Luke noticed a dark shadow flashing past the corner of his eyes. He suddenly thought that the position of the dark shadow was too cool. He couldn't help but lift his right foot and kick out.
The afterimage of his right foot passed through the claws of No. 3 and stepped on the opponent's chest. Luke felt so happy that he couldn't help but let out the classic battle cry: "This Is... Sparta~~~"
Bang! Boom!
This time, No. 3 flew backwards faster and farther, and crashed directly into the wall more than ten meters away, creating a big hole in the wall.
"Puff!" Number Three couldn't hold it in any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His eyes no longer showed the coldness and superiority he had before, but were filled with shock: How is this possible? How could this guy still have such extraordinary strength
If Luke's strength and agility were 1 when he was fighting those bandits, then their strength and agility were at most 3 when he was dealing with their first attack just now.
In this second attack, Luke showed strength and agility of at least 6.
Where in this world can you find a monster that can double its strength at any time
Number Three finally realized that the other party had not used his true strength from the beginning.
How could someone who could kill the legendary killer, that old monster Sloan from the Mutual Aid Society, be so ordinary!
Without an overwhelming advantage, how could he defeat Sloan and twenty famous killers
Luke kicked out, but before his foot touched the ground, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
He subconsciously curled up his body and raised his knight's shield to protect his side. Except for his legs, his entire body was basically hidden behind the shield.
Bang bang bang!
Three gunshots rang into his ears, his right calf felt a pain, and two clanging sounds were heard on the knight's shield.
A not-so-strong force came from the shield, but Luke's eyes sparkled: "Are you finally making a move?"
In fact, three bullets hit his head, chest and thigh respectively.
The two shots above were blocked by the moving knight's shield, but the shot to the thigh hit the exposed calf, which was pure bad luck.
But this does not affect his evaluation of the shooter's shooting skills - a top shooter.
Only a top shooter like this could find such a clever timing that even Luke couldn't completely avoid his attack.
Without the knight's shield in hand, he might even be hit in the torso.
The bullets fired were not sniper bullets, but small-caliber rifle bullets, which was also a very targeted choice.
A single bullet, unless it is an anti-material weapon like the Barrett, would pose very limited threat to him.
Instead of doing this, it would be better to use an assault rifle with a higher rate of fire and ammunition capacity.
A hit to the head would naturally kill instantly.
Hitting the chest, abdomen and thighs would at least slow down Luke's movement speed.
This shooter has such clear thinking, such accurate shooting skills, and he just happened to appear here.
The most likely person is the top sniper who assassinated Jaina.
Stepping into a trap actually led out two groups of people. This was really a pleasant surprise.
Luke rolled to the ground, limping slightly, and rushed into the counter next to him.
Bang bang bang!
Three bullets whizzed in, pierced through the counter glass, and hit the place where he had just run.
Luke secretly praised in his heart: This guy actually predicted his dodging direction and adjusted his position accordingly.
There are not many windows in this building that can be attacked from the outside, so he chose this place as the battlefield.
However, this person was able to overcome this drawback and chased me outside the house to beat me. He is definitely a top master.
As he was thinking this, he heard some unusual noises in his ears.
When he looked to the side, he saw that attackers one, two and three were hiding, but a strange sucking sound was coming from where they were hiding.
Luke raised his eyebrows, understanding everything. He pushed hard with his feet, placed the knight's shield in his right hand flat on the ground, and lay on it sideways, then rushed towards the nearest number two like a skateboard.
Among numbers one, two and three, this guy has average strength and average injury severity.
But coincidentally, he injured both arms, which were currently the weakest in resistance.
It's an overkill to use a butcher knife to kill a chicken, but it's a good deal to use it to get rid of a monkey and eliminate a moderate opponent.
The sound of the shield rubbing against the ground passed about seven or eight meters away, and Luke slid sideways from not far from No. 2.
I saw that No. 2 was holding a bandit who was only breathing his last breath, with his head buried in the bandit's neck. At first glance, it seemed like these two people were a man on top of another man.
Luke hooked his leg on the corner of the counter next to him, turned his body immediately, and rushed diagonally towards No. 2, swinging the chain hammer in his hand.
Although No. 2 was reveling in the pleasure, he was more afraid of the terrifying chain hammer that would severely injure him. He raised his hand and threw the bandit he was holding between the two of them to block him.
Unexpectedly, Luke exerted force with his feet again, the shield's sliding speed increased suddenly, and the whole person passed by the bandit, and the spiked hammer head as big as a sandbag hit the side of No. 2's ankle hard.
With a snapping sound, Number Two was swept up and spun around, his eyes filled with pain and bloodthirstiness, and he opened his claws and stabbed towards Luke.
The momentum was as if he wanted to nail him to the ground.
Luke turned his body, and the knight's shield, which was originally used as a skateboard, flipped up and hit the claws of No. 2.
Number Two flew out in a spin.
Luke's expression became serious again. He did not chase after the injured No. 2 and moved the knight's shield to his head.
Bang bang bang!
Three gunshots were heard.
Ding ding ding!
Three bullets hit the knight's shield again.