Luke pondered for a moment and said, "White Wolf armor removed."
With a click, the armor on his body automatically shrank and folded, turning into a flat white box behind him again.
He then quickly ran to the front of the court to join in the rescue effort.
As he moved forward, he felt a little relieved.
Although there were many injured people, Luke only chose to treat those with the most serious injuries. The others could wait for the hospital's emergency personnel. I think a large number of emergency personnel have already set off.
After checking the system, he found that he had gained more than 2,000 experience points just now, which meant that he had saved at least a hundred lives.
However, from what Luke had just heard in the court, he knew that whether he pleaded guilty or not would not prevent him from spending the rest of his life in prison.
This was Duhovich’s final madness.
With a buzzing sound, a red-painted emergency helicopter flew over.
This efficiency is really good and deserves praise! Luke looked up and thought to himself.
The helicopter soon passed over his head and flew towards the court building.
He frowned and looked at the helicopter again.
Just now, he seemed to see someone holding a rifle on the helicopter, which was not right.
The police system has its own helicopter, and they shouldn't have come on the hospital's rescue helicopter, and the people on it didn't look like police officers.
Sure enough, he heard a burst of gunfire coming from the rooftop, which was obviously the sound of a rifle firing.
Luke stood up, rushed to the court building in a few steps, activated the White Wolf armor, leaped up, and used the window to climb up several times before reaching the top floor of the court.
Looking at the landing helicopter, Luke raised his eyebrows.
Two men were running towards the helicopter, one of whom had a very popular face in Europe recently: Duhovic.
Luke slowly pulled out the pistol from his side.
Bang!
A mercenary who was protecting Duhovich fell backwards.
Snap! Snap!
The two mercenaries who were waiting on the helicopter had their heads blown off.
Duhovich was startled, turned around and raised his gun, and when he saw Luke in white approaching, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Anyone who delays his escape will die.
Bang bang bang!
The white figure shook twice to dodge the bullet, then sped up and rushed to Duhovic, grabbed his gun-holding hand, and lifted him up.
Duhovic struggled hard, but to no avail.
Just as he was about to kick Luke with his feet, he was turned over and his feet went flying.
Luke carried Duhovich to the edge of the rooftop and let him hang outside the building. He then turned him over and asked, "Tell me about the vampires, and you can die more easily."
Duhovic was stunned: "What?"
Luke: "You haven't forgotten how much "food" you sent them, have you?" As he said this, he exerted force with his hands.
Duhovich screamed.
His right hand was completely crushed, and the weight of his entire body was on this right hand.
Luke used his other hand to lift up Duhovich's left hand: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will crush every bone in your body."
Duhovic gritted his teeth and laughed: "No, you have to ask for their consent first." He looked behind Luke.
Luke didn't even need to look back to know that the police were coming.
The corner of his mouth in the mask curled up, click!
Duhovic screamed again, and his left hand was also fractured.
Then his world turned upside down, and he found himself hung upside down by Luke's right foot.
"Now, you still have two intact legs. How many bones will be broken before they rescue you?" A cold electronic voice sounded.
Duhovic was sweating from the pain, but he kept shouting, "Save me! Save me!"
Behind Luke, the police finally shouted, "Police, don't move!"
Luke didn't look back, but just lowered his head slightly: "Tell me, if you are dead, the news of the vampire family will be meaningless to you."
Duhovich stared at the blue-purple lenses, gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Luke suddenly sighed, nodded and said, "Forget it. I admire people with strong will the most. I'd better let you go."
A look of surprise flashed in Duhovic's eyes, but he suddenly felt his body floating and a sense of weightlessness came over him.
The blue-purple lenses on the wolf-face mask seemed to flash a mocking light, which gradually moved away from him.
"No~" Duhovich screamed in despair and flew in a parabola straight to the ground floor.
Many people downstairs had already noticed the situation on the rooftop.
When Luke grabbed Duhovich and hung him in the air, he deliberately chose the side facing the most people.
At this moment, there were at least two to three hundred people watching below. Even though most of them were injured, they were involuntarily attracted by what was happening on the rooftop.
This also includes the reporters, with their cameras and video cameras, who recorded most of the scenes.
Until Duhovic's figure fell from the roof and there was a loud bang downstairs.
Phew!
Duhovic's body fell on the iron railings next to the building. His chest was pierced by a row of sharp iron railing heads and he was hanging on it, with blood gushing out of his mouth.
The last thing he saw was the crowd gradually gathering around him, and the astonishment and... joy in their eyes!
"Dukhovich!"
"Dukhovich!"
"Dead, Duhovich is dead!"
"This butcher, he's dead! Hahaha, woooo! Mom and Dad, did you see that? He's finally dead!"
The shouts grew louder and louder, like huge waves sweeping across.
More and more people gathered around and became emotional as they looked at the butcher who was impaled on the top of the iron railings.
Some were laughing wildly, some were crying, some were praying silently, and some were throwing stones and garbage at the body, but without exception, they all felt relieved.
The butcher Duhovic finally did not escape sanctions!
No TV coverage was needed, his body was right there in front of us.
Many people couldn't help but look towards the white figure on the roof, trying hard to see everything clearly.
On the rooftop, the police looked at each other in confusion: What should we do
As a matter of duty, they should have opened fire and killed the murder suspect without hesitation.
But deep down, they didn't want to do anything to this person.
They had heard on the radio that this man in white armor had solved the problem of the exploding truck and saved the lives of a large number of civilians and police officers.
What's more, the man in white armor killed the butcher Duhovich who planned the bombing.
The captain of the police finally spoke: "Attention, I'll give you two minutes to think about it. It's best to surrender to us, otherwise you will bear all the consequences."
As she spoke, she waved her hand and a group of police officers retreated back to the entrance of the rooftop.
Luke smiled.
This was clearly a reminder that they could only delay for two minutes and Luke had to run away quickly within this time.
He bowed slightly to the team leader at the entrance of the rooftop, put his left hand behind his back, touched his chest with his right hand, and performed a gentleman's salute leisurely: "Thank you."