The consequence of the killer moves of several assassins was that more than half of their "companions" instantly lost their combat effectiveness.
The defense line, which was originally quite intact, was like a sand pile under a flood, with only a little foam left after a huge wave.
Luke adjusted his attack targets with understanding, and sent warm greetings to these "temporary teammates" who assisted him and helped most of the killers to escape.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Twelve consecutive shots from the two guns killed more than a dozen killers who were not harmed and were fleeing wildly, falling one after another.
Luke's mind moved, and the Colt King Cobra reloaded again.
Bang bang bang!
Luke stopped after passing by the last four running killers, almost shooting each of them in the head.
Looking around, he slowly took out his revolver and began the first formal reloading process of the night.
The authentic London accent echoed in the park on a winter night, drifting away with the cold wind and light snow: "I heard echoes, coming from the valley and the heart. Harvesting empty souls with a lonely sickle. Repeating determination and happiness again and again..."
The killers, who were either blinded or blown to the ground, were filled with despair.
As soon as they heard the London accent, they understood.
This is the real one!
London accent, reciting poetry, killing people, the authentic Smiley Man's murder trilogy!
And those two revolvers with unlimited bullets, the terrifying shooting skills that never missed a target, and the leisurely and unworldly movement postures all perfectly matched the description in the intelligence.
In a flash, the killers lying on the ground couldn't help but recall what had just happened.
The first smiling man didn't say a word from beginning to end. His weapons were a long sword and a Desert Eagle. Although his movement speed was also terrifying, his style was extremely vulgar.
These are two different people altogether.
It’s just that the two smiling men were too strong, and the battle was fierce and short, so they had no time to think about it.
There is no rule that a smiling person who originally liked to recite poems and show off can still maintain his style and continue to recite poems and show off when he meets more than a hundred professional masters.
What they expected was to be in a state of panic.
Now, the real culprit appears.
They discovered that the real Smiling Face Man could still pretend to be as brave as the wind even when facing nearly a hundred professional killers.
They are just props for the other party to show off.
"I believe in myself, born like a bright summer flower..."
Bang bang bang!
"Unfading and undefeated, seductive as fire..."
Bang bang bang bang!
"Bearing the burden of heartbeat and the burden of breathing..."
Bang bang bang!
“I never get tired of it!”
Bang bang bang bang!
Amid the series of gunshots, Luke chanted poems and walked around the field like a dancer following the beat of a drum.
After the last line of the poem was finished, almost no killer survived.
He crossed his arms, put his guns back in place, and stretched out one hand to catch a falling snowflake: "It's snowing heavily."
In the laboratory, Selina, who was sitting in front of the monitoring desk, was holding half a cake in her hand. She forgot to take a bite of it with her slightly opened mouth. She stared blankly at the figure on the virtual light screen who raised his hand to catch the snowflakes and looked at them carefully.
She had always known that Luke was strong.
Killing dozens of people at one time can only be considered a person's daily routine. The extreme case was when he went to Mexico to clear out drug lords and killed hundreds of people at one time.
However, Luke tonight refreshed her cognition again.
He killed over a hundred people, and they were not just small-time criminals, but veteran elites among professional killers.
The difference is like the difference between beating a few hundred foreign elementary school students in table tennis and beating a hundred Chinese national team players.
After all, table tennis is a one-on-one match, but this is one against many.
She thought again, when Luke asked her about the difference in strength, he always had an expression like a kind old grandfather looking at his little granddaughter.
Selena understood now and smiled bitterly: This is indeed a topic that cannot be discussed.
Without the complete form of Gold Nugget Symbiosis, she would be killed instantly when facing more than a hundred killers, with no chance of counterattack at all.
Even when using the complete form, it is still easy to be restrained by the killers' flash grenades.
In comparison, the foul-mouthed Wade is really strong.
Luke was stronger beyond the limit, making the number of these professional killers meaningless.
"Alas, life is as lonely as snow!" A faint sigh came from the picture.
Selina finally came to her senses and put her hand on her forehead. "Hey, are you too immersed in the role? Hurry up and clean the floor. There are still a few calls to the police station saying that there is a lot of noise in the park. You have a maximum of 30 minutes to clean the floor. Remember to clean it thoroughly."
Luke was startled by her words and could only smile and shake his head.
Walking up to a killer, he lowered his head slightly and looked at her, then chuckled, "No need to pretend. My shot only hit the bulletproof plate on your chest. Unless you have a serious heart disease, the most you'll have is a red patch on your skin."
The female killer on the ground remained motionless.
Luke didn't care: "Go back and tell the Continental Hotel that this is just a small greeting gift. Since I'm in New York, if I stand, you have to kneel. If I sit, you have to lie prone, just like you are now."
After saying that, he kicked out, and his toes lightly tapped on the back of her head. The muscles of the figure lying on the ground relaxed, and she truly fainted.
Luke curled his lips: "Alas, I still broke my promise."
He thought about it for a moment, and finally decided to leave a "courier" for the Continental Hotel.
However, its purpose is exactly the opposite of leaving a message.
This message will only make mainland hotels list V as a real enemy and take it seriously.
Why did Luke do this? The experience points that skyrocketed in the system explained everything.
Apart from the Continental Hotel, it is difficult for him to meet such "good people" in New York nowadays.
There are not many capable villain bosses who can send more than a hundred elite small bosses to your door at one time.
I just don't know how many experience points I'll get if I uproot the mainland hotels.
With the thought of "getting rich" in his mind, he moved quickly, carrying the "garbage" on the ground and resignedly completed the task of cleaning the floor.
Just now, he didn't mean to show off.
In recent months, as he experienced more and more battles, Luke had a feeling that the threat posed to him by a team composed of ordinary humans was approaching zero.
He had made extremely thorough preparations for today's battle and had adequate backup plans for various unexpected events.
But with the help of Wade, his "teammate", everything became easier than imagined.
Luke was only hit by three bullets and a few fragments.
This was because he was hit because he chose to increase his efficiency and reduce his own dodge for the sake of all-round killing.
Judging from the results of tonight's battle, in the future, as long as it is not the regular army conducting infantry and artillery coordination, plus helicopter air support, then whether there are 100 or 200 people, or 300 or 400 people, for him it is just a difference in the number of shots, and the difficulty will not increase too much.
Besides, the chances of Luke encountering this situation in the future are almost zero.