The moment he entered the building, Luke pressed a button on an arm guard-like device on his left hand, and the arm guard suddenly popped out to both sides and turned into a small square shield.
This is a reminder from Captain America.
Nothing is worse than a shield that can withstand blows.
However, this small square shield is not big, with a side length of only more than 20 centimeters, and it is directly put on the left arm.
His right hand was not holding a gun, but was hanging loosely above the revolver holster on his hip.
Without moving his eyes around, he looked straight ahead, using his peripheral vision to watch for any moving objects, and began to go upstairs with soft but quick steps.
After reaching the sixth floor, he stood at the stairs and did not go up immediately. Instead, he took a deep breath, suddenly took a step sideways, and raised his left hand to protect his head.
Bang! Clang!
A bullet hit the shield in front of him, and at the same time, Luke's revolver also finished shooting.
He used the moment when the shield covered his head and his sensitive sense of smell to lock onto the target, and combined the two to predict the outcome, and then he fired the shot.
Bang! Poof!
He seemed to hear the sound of bullets hitting flesh.
Bang!
Two bullets came from the opposite side again. Luke's body trembled twice, as if he was hit by bullets, but the M686 revolver in his hand did not hesitate.
Bang! Bang!
After two consecutive double clicks, the opponent quickly retreated to the corner as if he had expected it.
Luke also retreated to the stairs. He instantly put the M686 revolver with only one bullet left back into the holster between his legs, and pulled out the Glock from his armpit again. He aimed at the opposite corner and approached quickly in small steps.
Suddenly, a dark shadow shot out from the corner and Luke raised his hand.
Ding! The shield blocked the black shadow.
However, his sharp eyesight enabled him to see clearly that the black shadow was a small black flying knife.
Luke narrowed his eyes and quickened his pace, but still did not exceed the speed of an ordinary person.
The next moment, three black flying knives shot out in succession.
Luke's pupils shrank and he stepped back decisively.
The three flying knives actually flew in an arc and collided with each other two meters in front of him. After separating again, they miraculously bypassed his shield and shot towards his back, lower back, and... his anus.
bullsxxt! ! Luke cursed in his heart, and rolled back. The shield in his hand knocked the three flying knives away several times.
Before he could rush forward again, five flying knives whizzed towards him from the corner.
Even with Luke's ability, his scalp tingled.
The key point is that there are not only a lot of flying knives, but they all fly in arcs. Two of them even hit the wall twice, and their flying routes are impossible to figure out.
Luke could only continue to retreat, using the corner of the stairs to dodge three flying knives, and then using his shield to knock away two spinning flying knives that were bouncing towards him.
Just when I wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, his expression suddenly changed and he turned his head sharply.
The flying knife that he had just dodged bounced off the corner of the wall again and shot towards the back of his head.
At this moment, Luke's sensitive sense of smell detected a smell, which showed that the guy had already left the rooftop.
Luke frowned and quickly went upstairs.
As soon as his head popped out from the rooftop door, he saw a figure gliding quickly in the air dozens of meters away, away from the roof.
Facing Luke's figure, he seemed to have anticipated it and pulled the trigger the moment Luke's head appeared.
Feeling inexplicably alert, Luke suddenly shrank his head and squatted down.
Bang!
A bullet passed over his head and hit the wall opposite the rooftop door.
Luke's forehead was covered with sweat: Damn! Where did this sharpshooter come from? It's impossible to defend against him!
What’s even more exaggerated is that this guy is not only good at using firearms, but he is also good at using cold weapons like flying knives to perfection.
No! That's not right! The flying knife is his true self, and the gun is just something he uses conveniently.
Luke thought about it and decided to retreat instead of chasing after this terrifying sharpshooter.
The key point is that there are already a lot of onlookers here, including many reporters and photographers with video cameras and cameras. If he wants to unleash his full strength, he might end up on the headlines in Los Angeles tomorrow.
After coming downstairs, he looked at the eight bodies lying on the stairs on the fifth floor and sighed helplessly: "Well, this will make the headlines after all."
Luke also smelled the blood of a person on the rooftop. It should be the SWAT sniper. Together with the eight here, nine people were killed in the SWAT.
This news will inevitably be reported by reporters for several days.
Luke went downstairs and met Roger and Kobe who had come.
Captain Kobe was much more anxious: "How is it?"
Luke shook his head: "Sorry, your team members..." There was no need to say the rest, the three of them understood what he meant.
Kobe's face twisted: "Damn, who is it?"
Luke turned his head to look at Roger: "You say it?"
Roger: “Huh?”
Luke: "If I'm not mistaken, this guy is the sharpshooter in the donut shooting. I didn't see him clearly, and he ran away from the rooftop."
Kobe was stunned: "The rooftop?"
He pressed the intercom in his hand: "B1 team, you didn't find the target over there? Stanley?"
Several people on the intercom reported that they did not find the target, but Stanley was the only one who did not report. Stanley was a sniper stationed on the roof of another building.
Kobe was going crazy: "Go see Stanley."
A moment later, the intercom rang: "Captain, Stanley died in the line of duty."
Kobe slammed the walkie-talkie in his hand to the ground, his eyes red: "Damn it! I swear, I must catch you! I will hang you up and cut you into pieces!"
Roger remained silent, and Luke shook his head.
This matter... I'm afraid it's very difficult!
Even Luke was nearly killed by that sharpshooter just now. Unless Kobe and other ordinary special police officers trap that guy in a trap with dozens or hundreds of people and shoot him to death, the possibility of revenge is really slim.
Luke didn't know if this marksman was a superhuman, but his skills with a gun and a throwing knife were beyond imagination.
What’s even more annoying is that the other person’s name is not displayed in the system.
Apparently, when Luke and his opponent fought just now, the system determined that the two sides were tied, or there was no winner.
Luke only had to think about it for a moment to understand.
The fight between the two began when Luke was shot.
At that time, Luke relied on the double-layer bulletproof vest, especially the close-fitting bulletproof vest he added today, to avoid the trouble of bullets entering his body.
Afterwards, he went to cause trouble for the sharpshooter, and in the split-second shootout on the fifth floor, his quick-draw shot hit the opponent's shoulder.
The opponent's shot was blocked by Luke with his metal shield.
In the subsequent shootout, he relied on his double-layer bulletproof vest to withstand two bullets, forcing the opponent into a corner, who had no choice but to use his flying knife to stop him and took the opportunity to escape.
Even so, Luke had a broken bone in his ribs and was suffering from internal bleeding.
Of course, these injuries have now recovered a little, and apart from the pain and itching, they do not affect his movements.