In less than ten seconds, Luke came out wearing a black combat uniform and took the guy's place.
If you can take a closer look at the black combat uniforms next to him, you will find that his equipment is much less. The bulletproof helmet and upper body combat uniform are just put on carelessly, and the pants and shoes are similar in color but have not been changed.
Luke checked the microcharger and the magazine in his hand as he walked.
The weight of the micro-punch is wrong, it seems that most of the parts are engineering plastics, and what is even more strange is that the texture of the gun barrel is not like metal.
The bullets in the magazine are not ordinary bullets either.
Recently, he likes to play with anesthesia bombs, and he immediately determined that this is an anesthesia micro-punch.
This thing is rare.
Anesthesia guns are very common. It is not surprising that the long one resembles a rifle and the small one resembles a pen.
However, the anesthesia micro-injection is obviously the pursuit of firepower, or coverage, but it also needs to capture the target alive.
In order to catch superpowers, this equipment is also carefully used.
And a group of people dressed in black combat uniforms appeared here without any signs in the middle of the night, searching for Carol's two daughters.
This is the Sentinel Secret Service!
While he was thinking, he heard a voice from the headset he had snatched: "Two women were found, and the target of the operation was confirmed. They are fleeing to the north, and all follow."
Luke jumped lightly, pointing his toes together, and climbed onto the tall tree that was seven or eight meters high next to him, looking to the north.
More than a hundred meters away, under the searchlight of the helicopter, the figures of the two girls flashed away among the trees and grass, but they did not escape his keen eyesight.
Sure enough, it was Carol and Lorna!
He had spotted the scent of the two of them nearby just now, and he was absolutely sure at this moment that the helicopter and this team of fighters were coming for them.
Tilting his neck, the corners of Luke's mouth curled up inside the mask: Let me see what the Sentinel Secret Service is!
Just now he stunned the combatant and snatched the opponent's equipment, but the system did not respond.
Whether it was gaining experience or deducting points, there was no reminder of any kind. Obviously, the system was being reformed and there was no time to take care of him.
Just in case, he is not going to kill people today.
But looking at the anesthesia micro-punch in his hand, he showed a happy smile: Look, what a considerate person!
The next moment, his figure disappeared in the treetops.
Meanwhile, Carol and Lorna find themselves in crisis.
The two helicopters above the sky fly quite high, and they are specially made products, specifically targeting Lorna's superpowers.
If she wanted to get these two helicopters down, she had to concentrate on using her abilities.
But more than 30 special forces fighters in black combat uniforms are approaching quickly.
Once she stands still, she will soon be discovered by the opponent, and a large number of special anesthetic bombs will follow one after another to subdue her.
She also had trouble dealing with Secret Service operators.
Their equipment is also specially made, without metal parts, and with ceramic inserts, it is difficult for ordinary attacks to hurt them.
Especially in the immediate situation, she couldn't concentrate on attacking these people with precision.
Carol no longer had the usual cowardly look at this moment, her thin body bowed very low, like a wild cat about to attack, her face was full of vigilance.
Suddenly, she said: "Lorna, I'll hold them back, you go first."
Lorna refused without hesitation: "No, let's rush out together."
Carol was very calm: "No, they are too well prepared this time, I can't escape the helicopter's lock, but you can rush out with a short flight. As long as you get to the north pier, there are a lot of metal products, they will take There's nothing you can do."
Lorna still refused: "It's only two kilometers, let's rush out together. This time, I... will not show mercy to them again."
While speaking, the two metal table knives in her hand floated up.
Carol: "No. We're not bad people, and we're not criminals. And whoever kills them, they'll send more people to catch us."
Lorna said unwillingly: "But we are about to be caught."
Carol: "What if they only get us?"
Lorna opened her mouth, unable to speak.
As long as she kills, the two are caught together or alone, and they will be severely tortured, and Carol is likely to be caught tonight.
The two girls who lacked courage and experience had the ability to surpass many ordinary people, but they felt in a dilemma for a while.
But, soon they will not have to worry about this problem.
Snapped! Snapped!
Two unusually crisp gunshots sounded, and then the searchlights of the two helicopters in the sky went out.
Both parties present were stunned.
Then Lorna was overjoyed, and Carol whispered without hesitation: "Let's go."
In the darkness, the two rushed north.
Carol's thin figure is like a civet, leaping and shuttling among the trees and grass.
Then she jumped out ferociously, and kicked the man flying seven or eight meters with her feet on the chest of a black combat uniform, and rolled on the ground several times before stopping.
With the reaction force of this pedaling, her small body changed direction in the air, and once again kicked another black combat uniform five or six meters away.
An escape route appears.
Lorna, who followed closely behind, seemed to have lost most of her gravity. Every time she took a step, she flew five or six meters lightly. The speed was not as fast as Carol's, but she was not affected by any terrain debris, and rushed out.
The two girls ran away without any hesitation.
The Sentinel Special Service had already captured several of their companions. They didn't have the courage and determination to fight against them, so they could only run away when they found an opportunity, and the two girls missed a good show behind them.
After the two shots were fired, the voice of the commander in black combat uniform came from Luke's headset: "Attention, they have guns."
The corners of his mouth turned up, and the safety pins of several small round jars from the combatant were pulled out, and they flew in all directions like celestial maidens scattered flowers.
Powerful force, precise throwing, and extremely fast speed allowed these small round cans to explode continuously among the combatants within two seconds.
A few clouds of smoke, a few flashes of blinding dog eyes, appeared in this dark wilderness.
Luke even heard some combatants wailing like defeated dogs, probably Marafake, Huaq and the like.
For this kind of mouth-smelling person, he decisively picked up the anesthesia micro-punch on his chest and jumped into the smoke.
Puff puff puff!
The movement of the anesthetized micro-pistol is close to that of a silenced pistol, and the kinetic energy of the bullet is obviously insufficient. It can hit thirty to fifty meters, but it is enough to bully Carol and the others.
It is also enough for someone who is almost certain to hit in a ten-meter shootout.
As the smoke bombs spread, Luke entered as if he was in no one's land. After rushing in, the muzzle of the gun almost reached the necks of these combatants, and anesthetized them one by one.
The first-class anesthesia micro-injection was stunned by the demeanor of a syringe used by him.