Marcos was stunned and just watched the whole thing.
Silver table knives flew out in all directions, and the gun-wielding men fell down one after another. The stupid idea that "Carol is an ordinary sister" no longer existed.
Lian Luna, who is just a beautiful girl who occasionally uses her superpowers to perform some "floating acrobatics", has turned into a life harvester.
Two small gray-black flying knives pierced through the throats of one big man after another, leaving them unable to scream and only able to fall to the ground and struggle.
In just five seconds, more than twenty big men fell to the ground before they could even fire twenty shots.
Only Torres, the short and fat man, was stabbed in the thigh by Carol and was crawling on the ground in horror.
All the table knives in front of Carol were shot out.
She was not very talented in throwing knives. Even though she trained every day, she only killed ten people with more than twenty table knives. The rest were killed by Luna with small throwing knives.
Looking at the blood all over the ground and the gang members who were dead or struggling to die, her face turned a little pale.
Now she fully understood why the safety regulations stipulated that the two of them must fight and draw blood at regular intervals.
If you don't see blood for a long time, you might just vomit. What's the point of fighting then
But previous combat training had at most resulted in casualties, and it was the first time for her to kill so many people in one go, so she still felt very uncomfortable.
Suppressing the urge to vomit, she was about to say something when suddenly her ears moved slightly. She raised her hand, grabbed two Western-style kitchen knives on the bar, and jumped lightly to a height of more than one meter.
Then, she tapped the bar with her toes and dove toward the side of the bar. Her small body did a somersault, and as she passed over the aisle, she waved her hands and landed in the corner on the other side.
The two big men who rushed out with guns just pulled the trigger, and they felt a black shadow passing in front of them. Their throats felt cold and their bodies fell limp.
Carol swung the kitchen knife lightly, and two streaks of dark red blood were splashed onto the ground from the blade that had just cut the throats of the two big men.
Prevent blood from flowing onto the knife handle and causing your hands to slip.
As soon as the first two big men rolled over and fell, two more big men rushed out.
Carol moved sideways, swung his two swords, cut across the back of the necks of the two big men, took advantage of the momentum to twist his body, and rushed into the passage.
Bang bang bang bang!
A series of gunshots rang out, followed by terrified screams and cries: "Ah, monster."
"Why can't you kill him?"
"She's a monster, run."
In the hall, Marcos' eyes widened, his mouth opened, and he looked at Luna unconsciously: "Your sister... is also a superpower?"
Luna snorted coldly, did not answer the question, and rushed into the passage, with two small gray and black flying knives following her.
The gunshots in the corridor were rapidly decreasing, while the screams and exclamations were rapidly increasing.
In addition to the monster's cries, from time to time someone wailed: "My gun jammed."
"Mine too."
"Run."
The springs and firing pins of these people's guns were twisted by Luna using magnetic fields. This is also the simplest and most effective way to deal with firearms in safety regulations.
If this doesn't work, you can twist the opponent's trigger, hammer, magazine mouth and other small parts.
Things like crushing the opponent's firearms or forcibly twisting the muzzle are extremely wasteful behaviors that do not meet the requirements of sustainable combat and can easily make the opponent detect the existence of superpowers.
But Luna only needs to understand the common characteristics of firearms and disassemble and assemble them many times to determine what situations may easily cause them to malfunction.
Combined with the small flying knives with amazing lethality, she can easily deal with dozens of gunmen by herself.
Super powers are unscientific, but the enemies killed by super powers can be analyzed and summarized scientifically.
Not to mention that Luna's current abilities are relatively weak. Even if she can pull a bridge to take off in the future, sufficient knowledge will allow her to achieve the greatest effect with the least effort.
So whether you have superpowers or not, you must learn more professional knowledge that suits you.
This is the power of knowledge.
Marcos was about to take a step forward to chase him when he suddenly heard Torres calling for help from behind: "Save me, I can give you money, a lot of money."
He was stunned and turned his head to see a middle-aged man with white hair and beard walking in.
The middle-aged man just blocked Torres' way to climb out, and the frightened Torres subconsciously asked for help from the other party.
Carol's knife had pierced a large blood vessel in his leg, and Torres realized he was about to lose consciousness.
If he doesn't ask for help, he will die.
So, he just subconsciously tried to fight for the last bit of life and didn't even think about who the other person was.
The person who came was of course Luke, who was known as "Mr. Wilson".
He looked at Torres at his feet, thought for a moment, then pulled off a tablecloth, wrapped it into a long strip, and stabbed it hard into the other's thigh to stop the blood loss.
Torres screamed in pain, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Luke didn't care.
Saving Torres now means keeping him alive for questioning.
Carol probably thought so too, which is why she didn't stab him in the face again.
But even if he gave the information, the guy would still die, and Luke could also touch his head and earn a few hundred points.
It's just a tablecloth, it's an easy profit.
After finishing this job, Luke walked into the bar, leisurely found some ready-made coffee powder from the cabinet, turned on the coffee machine, and prepared to make himself a cup of coffee.
Marcos was a little nervous: This behavior... How come he looks so much like a hidden boss in a movie! Otherwise, why would he save Torres
But Marcos knew Torres' boss, Ferdinand.
Ferdinand is also a middle-aged man in his forties, but he is Hispanic.
The gang members are basically Hispanics, with a small number of blacks and almost no whites.
Marcos had never heard of this white man who looked like a big boss.
Thinking of this, he took advantage of Luke's absence to fiddle with the coffee machine, and quietly moved into the corridor to report to Luna.
Luke didn't bother to pay attention to this guy.
Even though he was free to fall in love, even though Luna was just one of his targets, even though he really didn't invest anything, he was still very unhappy to be snatched away by this guy so early.
What’s even more speechless is that Marcos is just a minor celebrity.
In other words, he had no life to his name, no serious violent crimes, or large-scale trafficking of illegal drugs.
Secondly, this guy still has a bit of responsibility.
Facing Torres, Marcos did not run away, nor did he show any fear, and he was always thinking about protecting Luna.
So when Luke does things, he prefers to meet bad guys, so that it will be easy to deal with the aftermath.
Selina's voice came from his headset: "Done. The seven guys who escaped down the mountain have been killed. Remember to take them away later."
Luke hummed.
Selina saw the situation in the lobby through the drone and couldn't help but taunt: "Hey, your coffee skills seem to be average, right? Well, except for the beautiful latte art."
Luke rolled his eyes. "Acting skills, you know what I mean! Don't you have barbecue over there? Can't you shut up when you have food to eat?"
Selina suddenly realized: "Yes, you must eat some snacks when watching a show."