The French really like her body shape, and even Americans like it, but Elena doesn't think that's the case with Luke.
She is an art student who is good at observing and copying the human body.
After just these two days of getting along, she noticed that Luke had a very fit body, a figure that he must have maintained through long-term fitness.
It was a pity that it was only January; if it were summer, she would be able to feast her eyes on someone's body.
He must be very strong! She thought so and blushed again.
Again, it wasn't out of shyness, but excitement.
After all, she is an art student! She always has a preference for men with gorgeous muscular lines.
Luke is in a very relaxed mood now.
He did a big job last night and needs to adjust his mood.
When I'm at home, I can relieve my bad mood by cooking or chatting with Selena.
That feeling is not simply nausea, gloom, fear, or bloodthirstiness, but contains more subtle emotions. In addition to the above, there may be a little excitement, anticipation, happiness, restlessness, and complacency.
Human psychology is never that simple.
The last time Grayson came, he didn't notice anything major abnormal about him. It was largely due to Luke's own psychological adjustment.
Even Tony Stark has appeared, and those bad guys were originally experience monsters left for superheroes to level up.
Most of the time, Luke just treated the bad guys as experience NPCs in the game, so killing them didn't feel that powerful.
The existence of the system also gave him confidence.
So far, he hasn't lost points for killing the wrong person.
Considering that five points were deducted for taking five US dollars, it is impossible for the system to allow him to kill people at will.
Reasoning the other way around, that means he didn't kill anyone wrong.
Luke was now in a good mood and chatted with Elena while eating, and then they went upstairs together.
Back upstairs, Elena got out her easel and started her studies on the rooftop.
Luke followed Elena's lead and moved a chair out of the house, sitting there and reading his notebook.
There, Luke accessed Elena's network and looked at the information about various tourist attractions on the Internet.
After a while, he looked up and saw Elena beside him, already immersed in painting.
Luke stood up lightly without disturbing her. He just glanced behind her and was immediately confused: What's wrong with you? When did I become a birdman
On Elena's drawing board was a rough sketch, and the person in it was obviously Luke.
But that Luke was glowing all over, had a pair of big wings, and was sitting there with a smile on his face, holding a... um, Bible
This posture is exactly the same as how Luke was sitting just now.
But... Isn't this a notebook in my hand? And this drawing seems to be glowing white, isn't this a bit overly beautified? He complained in his heart, but didn't bother Elena.
Artistic creation sometimes has nothing to do with real-life references, but only with the painter's own feelings and intentions of expression.
Luke just smiled and shook his head, put away his notebook and went back to the house.
After a moment, Luke went downstairs quietly.
He changed into a hooded sweatshirt, carried a black backpack, and wore a large mask. He got off the subway and got on the bus.
The bus was very old and there weren't many people on it. There were only three or five people with bad temperaments, and without exception, they didn't look like good people.
Doing nothing, being idle, stirring up trouble, and doing evil are basically the daily routine of these people.
When they saw Luke get in the car, a few people looked at him but said nothing.
But after ten minutes, someone couldn't help it.
Although Luke had his face covered, his clothes and sitting posture revealed that he came from a different background than these people.
Three rash black men came over without saying a word. They just waved their hands and took out butterfly knives, small daggers, small knives and the like, and approached with an attitude of "don't move".
Luke sat there, moving his hands slowly a few times. The three black men saw that he seemed to take out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on his hands.
However, gloves are not weapons, and the three black thugs who were not smart enough did not care and continued their action.
One of them reached out to grab Luke's backpack, while the other grabbed his collar.
Just as the two black men's hands reached out to Luke, he reached out with both hands, held their hands, and then gently twisted and pressed them.
There were two clicks, and the two black men screamed immediately.
Luke still sat there silently, folding his arms in front of him, casually stretching out his feet, and stepping on the hands of the two kneeling black people.
Everyone else in the car was stunned. They were all waiting to see the show, but who knew this would be the result.
The hand of the two black men that was stepped on was the one that was dislocated by Luke. They didn't dare to use any force at all. They could only scream and use their other hand to pull at the sole of his shoe.
Luke responded indifferently, but his eyes suddenly moved. He picked up the knife dropped by the two men and threw it away.
A scream was heard, and the gun in a black man's hand fell to the ground. A knife was stuck in his wrist, and the knife had completely pierced his wrist. If he wasn't careful, he would be a disabled person for the rest of his life.
Luke slowly stood up and kicked away the two people who were still kneeling and screaming in front of him.
He walked forward slowly, the butterfly knife in his hand still turning slowly.
No one in the car said anything. They watched in silence as Luke picked up the M1911, slowly unloaded the magazine and checked it, pulled the slide, checked it, and then pointed it at the three black thugs: "Hand over the money you have."
Everyone in the car: … So this guy is also a professional.
After leaving the three unlucky black guys with less than 100 euros in cash, Luke asked them to get out of the car and returned to sit in the back seat.
After that, no one bothered him anymore.
Not long after entering the Ninety-Third Province, Luke got off the bus and took a deep breath of the air here: Well, it smells like experience and points!
He deliberately walked to a slightly remote corner, and after a while, someone really took the bait.
After robbing three groups of thugs, he finally met a group of guys with a car.
When several men came over with knives, the black muzzles of their guns made them immediately behave themselves.
There was a man in the other car who also had a gun, but unfortunately he was not as fast as Luke.
Just as he was pulling out the gun, Luke shot him in the shoulder. Pulling out the gun was a threat to his life. He was lucky that he didn't die.
He threw the man out of the car, got into this broken car and drove away.
Less than half an hour after entering the Ninety-Three Provinces, he became a man with two guns and a car.
After searching the car, he found various things with his keen sense of smell.
For example, some bullets, some loose cash, and some weeds, which are not of much use.
However, he was very satisfied with the more than ten coins, which could be used to test the system rules and save points to the greatest extent.