At this moment, there are only a few ordinary killers shivering in hiding places left in the textile factory.
But under Luke's perception, they were all easily found, and they were shot in the head one by one.
Get away with it, you bastards! As a villain, one has the awareness to turn experience points at any time. He muttered in his heart, and walked into a place like a freezer.
On the rows of hooks, there are leaves of pork hanging, among which are some human bodies.
Some of the human bodies are dummies, while others are real corpses.
Luke frowned.
It's not that he's a clean freak, he doesn't care about cleanliness when he collects experience points.
But those corpses were old and young, and their bodies and limbs did not look like professionals, but there were many bullet holes and cuts on their bodies.
From his professional perspective, the knife edge was obviously made before death, but the bullet hole was punched after death.
These people tortured people to death with knives, and then used the corpses as targets.
The insane behavior of mutual aid associations is quite disgusting, and they don't even have the most basic respect for people.
Stepping in, his head slowly turned, as if looking for something.
Suddenly, a steel rod pierced through the two pieces of pork and went straight to Luke's back, followed by a loud roar.
Luke's back seemed to have eyes, and he turned around just right to avoid the sneak attack, but a cold light hit him head-on.
He wiped his hands around his waist, and the two sabers were unsheathed again.
Amidst the ear-piercing chirping and clattering sounds, a burly bearded fat man wearing a vest and bib collided with Luke with a butcher knife in one hand and a steel chisel in the other.
Three knives and a steel braze were entangled, and the steel blades sawed fiercely.
The movements of the two were smooth and fast. Although they were not in the same style, they both showed extremely proficient close-handed cold weapon fighting skills.
The difference is that the fat man with the saber and chisel is always accompanied by a loud shout when he chops the saber and wields the chisel, his aura is ferocious and savage, like a monster.
Luke just waved his knife indifferently and remained silent from beginning to end.
And when the two were fighting, Fatty's body bumped back and forth in the big fan of pork without any scruples, but Luke didn't even touch the pork once.
Just as the fat man was fighting fiercely and getting more and more excited, Luke suddenly said, "That's all you have, let's go!"
Before the fat man understood what he meant, he felt a terrifying force erupting from the pair of sabers.
Even if his physical strength exploded, he was the one with the highest increase in strength in the mutual aid association, and there was no room for him to contend.
Knives and knives were stirred into the flowers of the saber, and the matte saber was like two poisonous snakes, lightly grazing his wrists.
As soon as the fat man let go of his hands, the two weapons flew a few meters away and stuck into the two pork wings.
He looked at this not strong opponent in shock, and opened his mouth to say something.
Luke didn't give him this chance, and the two sabers turned into an afterimage, waving up: "Too slow, you are too slow! If you are slow, you will hesitate, and if you hesitate, you will lose! Hurry up, hide as fast as you can!" Point. You can't even hide from a knife, what kind of doggy knife skills you practice! Trash, go to death."
The series of reprimands were as violent as two sabers, hitting Fatty both physically and psychologically.
Fatty's whole body felt like being electrocuted, swaying left and right in the countless cut black arcs, but he still couldn't fall down.
Only the blood taken from him by the black saber turned into strings of blood beads, throwing countless blood lines throughout the slaughterhouse.
Until the scolding disappeared, the fat man stared blankly at Luke in front of him, his lips twitched: "Okay, so fast, fast knife..."
thump! boom!
His heavy body slumped to his knees, and then threw himself on the ground. A large piece of dark red blood gushed out from under him, polluting a large area of the ground.
Luke hehe, he picked up the saber in his hand on the pork beside him, and the steel chisel rose in response to the saber's provocation, and turned down a head.
With a wave of the saber, the side slapped on the steel brazing handle.
clang! Pooh!
The steel rod flew out, and there was an extra flagpole on the head of the fat man lying on the ground.
Perfect!
This fat man is called Butcher, and he is also one of the famous killers.
If there's anything he has in common with Luke's ghost butcher vest, it's killing countless people.
Luke simply cleans up bad guys to earn points. This guy kills not only to make money, but also likes to kill innocent people with a knife.
The butcher is a psychopath and likes to stay in this slaughter room, so he didn't participate in the battle just now.
But this guy has long been in Luke's little black book, and he must not be allowed to live.
1,800 experience points, holding high the title of Killer No. 1, proves that this guy is full of blood and deserves to die.
After getting rid of this variable, Luke wandered around the entire textile factory again, throwing things that caught his eye, such as cash, weapons, mainland gold coins, materials, and raw materials for medicinal baths, into the storage space.
Only then did he return to the spot, and brought Sloan, who was only in half but still not dead, into the slaughterhouse.
Finding a hook and hanging the old guy on it, he said, "Speak up, tell me about the father who is behind you."
Sloan's eyes flickered: "I don't know... ah~"
Before he finished speaking, he let out a scream with a turning corner.
Luke's saber passed over him lightly, and a piece of black flesh fell down: "It's okay, there are still many places on your body that can be cut, and your undead body is very powerful, I don't have to worry about you dying. "
He was sure that the old guy still wanted to live and find a chance to escape, so he was reluctant to die.
Otherwise, as long as this abnormal undead state is lifted, Sloan is guaranteed to die very quickly.
Immediately he shook his head in his heart: Maybe not so fast, some people who were cut in half can live for a long time, and they can write tragic words on other people's legs, and they have to be in traditional Chinese.
But Sloan's mouth is very hard, and his weird black body has almost no pain, and he doesn't even need to breathe, and inducers are basically ineffective.
Only primary annihilation can bring this guy severe pain.
Luke still cut off a large pile of beef slices before pulling out a lot of information from his mouth.
Even so, the old guy was dishonest.
When asked about the raw materials of the medicinal bath, he lied again and again. Unfortunately, he didn't know that Lu Ke had investigated the information thoroughly in advance.
Except for the most important and detailed location of the raw materials that are the main body of the medicinal bath, Luke knows the rest.
Even if Sloan had a strong temper and killed himself directly, it didn't have much effect on Luke.
Luke, who had no scruples, naturally gave him another meal to ensure that the finished beef slices were as thin as a cicada's wing and almost transparent, and finally got the news of this main raw material.
It is an extract of a strange flower deep in the Amazon jungle, which is called blood orchid in some primitive tribes there.
Sloan had set up a hidden planting base there, which belonged only to him, and no one in the mutual aid society knew about it.
When he heard him talk about the appearance of the blood orchid extract, Luke's heart moved, and he raised his hand and took out a small injection bottle in his pocket: "Is this it?"