Luke glanced at the vending machine on the corner.
I saw a young woman in her early twenties leaning on the door of the vending machine with one hand and covering her back with the other hand, her facial features wrinkled.
Her face turned blue, her lips were tightly bitten, tears and snot were running down, and the black eye shadow left two black tear marks on her cheeks, making her look like the heroine in a horror movie.
But the woman couldn't cry out. Unimaginable pain spread from the bottom to the top, and half of her abdomen and thighs seemed to be collapsing and being pulled towards that point.
She could only open her mouth and breathe in and out deeply.
The woman wore a white shirt with a fancy denim vest on the upper body and a pair of very tight jeans on the lower body, which looked very fashionable.
But at this moment, her thighs were tightly clamped together and were still trembling constantly, and her raised buttocks made her frosted blue jeans look even rounder.
With just one look, Luke understood why she was the victim.
Her companion, a slightly plump woman in home clothes, was much luckier and could even ask anxiously what happened to the jeans.
Sometimes having a good-looking face is not a blessing. Luke could only shake his head slightly, expressing his deep sympathy.
The Thousand Years of Death in reality is not as funny as in the comics.
No matter how good the relationship is, it is easy to break up if you do this.
Not to mention that this was a strange man being violent towards a woman, he was not joking at all, and he even took secret photos.
Luke picked up the camera from the photographer and walked forward calmly.
Both the thin man who killed the woman for thousands of years and the photographer were light red little villains.
He had no problem knocking them out.
Speaking of which, there must be many women who have been "stabbed in the back" by them, and giving them a concussion can be considered as seeking justice for those women.
As he thought about it, he casually flipped through the documents in the digital camera.
You don’t know until you see it. It’s shocking.
Judging from the video time, these two guys have filmed the attacks on four women from last night to today.
Looking at the performance of those women, Luke frowned, turned around and walked back.
First back to the photographer, he stepped over the man's palm.
With a cracking sound, the guy screamed in pain in a daze, but he still didn't wake up.
Then Luke walked towards the skinny man lying unconscious on the side of the road and kicked him between his raised legs, letting this guy also have a taste of the pain of anal sex.
Of course, he controlled the intensity.
Otherwise, the photographer could have had his hand amputated without surgery, and it was normal for the skinny guy who did it to have his hip joint separated from his body.
Now, the two of them just need to stay in the hospital for a few months.
And if they dare to do this kind of thing again, they will definitely be killed when they try to escape - they have just been "defeated" by Luke, so their luck will not be very good in the future.
For dealing with these two guys, the system actually gave a total of 100 experience points.
He only got thirty points for knocking two people out, and only earned another seventy points when Luke went back to finish them off. Apparently the system thought they deserved it.
Behind him, the two women were standing in front of the vending machine, looking at the handsome man in the black windbreaker who came and went like the wind, with dull expressions on their faces.
The victim Jeans forgot the pain for a moment. He came to his senses after a while and let out a cry.
Her companion, Homewear, was awakened: "Oh, are you still in pain? That damn changer... Ugh"
The man in the house clothes couldn't help but look at the skinny man with his butt sticking up higher, and couldn't help but shudder: "He, he won't die, right?"
The victim endured the severe pain in his lower body and gritted his teeth: "This kind of hentai is better to die. Come on, help me go home, and don't call the police."
Home clothes helped her walk a few steps, and asked in a low voice: "Are you really not going to call the police?"
Jeans took a hissing breath and said with difficulty: "Why, do you want me to repay you with evil?"
Homewear thought so too, then smacked his lips and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "So handsome, so cool, and with that black windbreaker, he looks like the domineering protagonist in a comic book."
Jeans nodded subconsciously, then realized something was wrong and pinched her arm hard: "Why are you turning blue? I'm still in pain."
The home clothes quickly apologized, but also said: "I'll take you home and let me think about it slowly. Oops, I forgot to take a photo. I'll go find the supermarket owner and see if I can get the surveillance video. I want to record it."
Jeans: "Record it and give me a copy."
Home clothes were surprised: "You don't feel any pain?"
Jeans: "It hurts, but maybe if I look at him it won't hurt anymore!"
Homewear thought for a moment: "That makes sense."
…
Luke avenged those women and threw the camera into the storage space.
Since it has happened, whether he sees it or shows it to Selina, it will not change the facts.
This video can be used as a case study for Selena's safety training class...right
Compared to the 100 points he just got, his work efficiency last night increased several times.
A day of intelligence reconnaissance made his actions more targeted.
The banned drugs thrown into Tokyo Bay and the Neon Tourism Fund stored in the storage space increased significantly.
Correspondingly, the experience points gained are 13,000.
Without such a gain, he would not be in the mood to buy eighteen flavors of soda for that dog head.
But compared to the "hard-earned money" in Mexico, there is basically only sweat and no blood here in Japan.
The situation where each member of a gang has several lives on his hands is the norm in Mexico, but it is just a dream in Japan.
In the several dens he busted, he couldn't find even a single murderer. Their evilness was all due to selling illegal drugs.
Luke only made a few leaders disappear, and did not touch the other brothers.
Perhaps soon, legends similar to the Ghost Butcher will appear in Tokyo gangs, but that doesn’t matter, as it can help clear the original suspect.
…
During the day, Luke changed locations again and determined the terrain of Tokyo from a high altitude.
After nightfall, Tokyo was drizzling again.
Luke went to earn some points again and finished his work at ten o'clock in the evening.
At this moment, the rain became heavier and his figure turned around the corner of the street.
Holding the transparent Hello Kitty umbrella given by his sweetheart fellow villager in one hand and the mended eco-friendly bag in the other, he slowly walked to a food stall.
The red neon lights that form the "Heike" sign above the food stalls refract the misty night rain into circles of light red.
This is Shinjuku Gyoen, and the food stall in front of you is the one Luke visited.
It is one of the few open food stalls that operates late at night - the rest are basically indoors.
The moment Luke stood in front of the food stall, the bald chef in the kitchen put down the kitchen knife in his hand, took a snow-white dry towel, and wiped his hands bit by bit.
At the same time, his slightly lowered head gradually raised up, and his eyes met with Luke who was standing with an umbrella.
Then he grinned, stood at attention and bowed: "I have long heard of your great name, Mr. Wick."
Luke also laughed, stepped forward, and put the empty eco-friendly bag in his hand on the stage: "Thank you for the bag. Also, just call me John."
Bald Chef: "Hey, please sit down. John Sang."
Luke: ... Fortunately, I can't be yellow.