Luke had this idea because this man was obviously not very strong, but he was very good at hiding.
At the same time, this man only had a pistol on him, which was still in the holster, but he was using an extremely high-end professional camera to film Wade fighting on the field.
Luke doesn't need his keen sense of smell, and he may not be able to find this person just by relying on the drone.
The thought only lasted for a moment.
Luke almost immediately forgot about this unfortunate guy, but he didn't know that as this man disappeared from this world, the surveillance footage in front of someone in Manhattan disappeared.
He also didn't know that someone had already made up his mind to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between the two tigers.
Even if he knew, Luke would just laugh.
If he needs something, someone will spend money to buy a "monster", or even actively lure a monster to him to kill. He really doesn't mind having more such "kind people".
After all, he doesn't have much, but he has a lot of vests.
Even without the vest, Luke is still the diligent, dedicated and law-abiding young detective.
Anyone who wants to go to war with V, just wait.
The choice to start a war is up to the other party, but when and where the war starts is up to Luke.
He really likes this treatment of spawning monsters at a designated time and place.
But now, Luke, who knew nothing about this, was concentrating on his work, working silently with the attitude of an old farmer harvesting wheat.
The full name of Quagmire Park is Quagmire State Park Reserve, and the vegetation here is more similar to that in the wild.
After all, Staten Island is the least populous of the five boroughs in New York.
There are even fewer people in the southwest corner. In this large area, there is not even a high-rise building, and the bungalows are just small shops in the reserve that provide services to tourists.
At night, there was only one night watchman at a far entrance in the park, and Luke had sent the night watchman back to the city with a phone call.
Choosing this place as the battlefield can completely avoid harming innocent people.
In the absence of onlookers, naturally no one would call the police, and the fight here would eventually end with the complete disappearance of one side.
The people in normal society will not know about the occurrence of this war, and this is what Luke wants most.
Let the dark things remain in darkness forever.
This time, Luke adopted a cleaning method from the outside to the inside.
He took out the lookout first before starting to clean up some mid-range shooters who were pulling back.
Compared to the lookouts who fell behind, these mid-range shooters are much more troublesome.
They were closer to the battlefield, and many of them could observe each other's positions.
Of course, no one is stupid enough to expose their body in an open space.
These shooters hide themselves in dark corners, waiting for the chance to deliver the fatal blow.
The first person Luke aimed at was a shooter hiding in a big tree.
The shooter, dressed in camouflage, hid in a cluster of dense leaves and branches, and any movement he made was very small and slow.
Even if an ordinary person stares at it for a long time, he may not be able to find him.
This is a very patient hunter and he has not fired a single shot from the beginning until now.
Unfortunately, a hunter appeared tonight whose patience was not as good as his.
As he silently waited for the opportunity to make a move, a cloak made of special texture gently slid down from over his head.
Its movements were so gentle and natural, just like a normal cold wind blowing, avoiding the shooter's frontal field of vision and enveloping most of him.
If the shooter could see himself from a third-person perspective like in the game, he would find that his entire body had disappeared from the screen from top to bottom.
Bang!
After a very low muffled sound, the only thing left of the shooter's gun barrel and scope were dragged into the void.
Luke didn't put the man into the storage space until he had completely dragged him under the optical camouflage cloak.
He did not show any joy or excitement. He just glanced at the experience points, confirmed that he had not killed the wrong person, and then moved on to the next target.
A killer fired two shots from a distance, cursed softly, and quickly crouched down and moved away.
The smiling man was still far away, so he wasn't worried about a counterattack from the other party, but he was not very confident about his companions.
Your life is your own, so you must be vigilant.
Thinking of this, he squeezed sideways through a gap between the bushes and hid in the bushes almost without making any noise, with only the muzzle of his gun sticking out from a gap in the bushes, continuing to look for opportunities.
Just as he entered the bushes, the bushes behind him opened up silently, and a faint, transparent shadow slipped in.
Boom!
The killer's eyes went dark and he died on the spot. His body was covered by the optical camouflage cloak and he entered the storage space, joining the previous killers.
"One of the killers has left the battlefield and is evacuating. You killed his partner before, which aroused his vigilance." Selina reminded.
"Got it," Luke responded and headed in the direction of the fleeing killer.
With the appearance of the first killer who escaped, four or five killers began to withdraw one after another.
The fierce competition is one thing, but Wade's brutal counterattack also made the weak-willed killers retreat.
The chances of getting the bounty from dozens of competitors are slim, and you may be killed if you are not careful.
Among the first group of people who chose to leave, their keepers were all killed by Luke.
Without any response from their teammates, their sense of crisis immediately increased.
Being a killer, it is inevitable to be sensitive and suspicious.
Killers with partners are more likely to fall into this emotion.
Luke looked at the field and saw Wade being chased by a group of killers and had already started to flee to another park next door.
He knew this guy couldn't die yet.
The headset was occasionally connected to the microphone over there. When he heard this guy cursing and swearing, he knew that he was far from being at the end of his rope, otherwise he would have been out of energy to talk nonsense.
Luke retreated from between the outer and middle battle circles and stood behind a big tree beside a path.
A few seconds later, a figure emerged from the bushes on the side of the road and tried to step onto the path.
puff!
A very faint gunshot was heard, and the first killer who escaped was shot in the head and fell down immediately.
Luke walked over his body, and the cloak covered it, and the body disappeared.
He did not stop, but tiptoed and quickly climbed to the middle of a big tree on the roadside. The M110 precision rifle appeared in his hand again, and the muzzle pointed towards the range that had been locked.
It only took him two seconds to adjust and he gently pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang!
With a silencer, the muzzle flame almost disappeared and the sound was reduced a lot.
By the time an assassin looked at this location, Luke had already left the tree.
In the distance, on the driver's door of a car, a killer was lying limply in the open door. There were two bullet holes in his chest and a lot of blood was gushing out.
He struggled, pressing the wound with one hand and trying to pull himself into the car with the other.
But this effort lasted less than ten seconds before it ended.
The rapid and heavy bleeding made him completely lose consciousness. He could only collapse there, quietly waiting for death to come.