The gangsters who were chasing and killing Luke began to put down the night vision goggles on their helmets. A few seconds later, four teams of five entered through several doors. Someone outside set up a trap at the door, and the group locked an entrance and exit.
In this way, the night devil can hardly fly.
The two sides will have a dog fight in this building until the winner is decided.
Luke, who quickly went up to the third floor, looked at the suddenly dark building and laughed: It seems that the other party does not have a thorough understanding of the title of night devil!
He casually changed the magazines of the two guns and inserted them back into his waist. He raised his hand and took down a pair of handicrafts on the wall.
This three-story building is ordinary in shape, but there are few windows and doors, and there are not many rooms. Moreover, it is full of layers of museum shelves, and all kinds of cold weapons are placed on the shelves.
So there are no windows here, because it is not used to live in, but a collection of cold weapons.
Whether these cold weapons are cultural relics, Luke is not sure, but there are indeed many weapons that are very old in style and smell, and there are also many imitations that are obviously made by modern technology.
There are many styles of these cold weapons, ranging from finger knives, sabers, short swords, long swords, two-handed swords, to machetes, machetes, sabers, and other flails, shields, hook sickles, spears, and war hammers.
The weapons that Luke just took off were a pair of one-handed axes.
The ax was forty centimeters long, and the surface of the ax was small and exquisite, with intricate patterns etched on it.
It is better to say that they are modern handicrafts than weapons.
Luke could smell the chemicals on it, left over from etching the pattern on the ax face.
But he won't take them away, it's not counted as illegally obtaining other people's property, use it to kill a few people, and leave some usage fees before leaving, the system father will not deduct points.
Walking through a place, Luke suddenly stopped with his eyes moving.
Immediately, he stood in front of a line, stuck the ax in his back, fiddled with it for a while, connected a smartphone to this line, and then asked Polaris to send a bgm, and clicked to play.
Score scoring is boring, but life must be fun. Someone decided to have a little fun for himself on this trip to score points.
At this moment, the four teams entered the building, and they were covering each other and pushing forward in twos, looking for Luke's location.
Except for the slight rustling of footsteps, the building was silent.
Suddenly, a burst of dense drums sounded from light to heavy, which startled the bandits.
Then the sax was mixed with the drums, attacking in bursts, the rhythm was like a raging torrent in the dark night accumulating strength, waiting to explode.
Immediately the gangsters realized that this was the sound coming from the public address system of the collection hall.
The crowd involuntarily raised their vigilance, and the commander outside was even more solemn: "Steady, don't rush. Reduce the speed of advance and be ready to fire at any time."
On the third floor, Luke held two axes, leisurely turned his body sideways, and followed the sound of drums to the stairway with unhurried footsteps.
The ax in both hands moved alternately in front of him, and he followed the beat, shaking his body and head, and went down to the second floor step by step.
Then he wandered into the museum shelf next to him, squinting his eyes slightly, looking at the weapons on the museum shelf as he moved forward, enjoying this rare quiet time.
The four gangster teams quickly completed the search on the first floor and gathered at the stairs without finding anything.
The leader turned his head, made a few tactical signs, and then patted the gangster behind him, signaling to go up.
A group of people filed forward.
Listening to the slight but incomparably clear series of footsteps, Luke smiled, and still danced the ax in the museum shelf unhurriedly, sliding forward in small steps.
The four groups went up to the second floor, still hearing the weird sound of music, the music became more and more urgent, and seemed to be reaching a climax.
Eliminating the tension in their hearts, the four groups of people divided into two directions to advance.
Then a bandit walking in the front on the right suddenly stopped and pulled the trigger in his hand.
The sound of gunshots broke the harmonious music, and all the gangsters immediately surrounded this position.
The two groups advanced through the passage on the left side of the stairs, and the two groups dispersed in the right passage where the first fire was fired.
Just as they were advancing rapidly, Luke jumped a few small jumps from above the museum shelf, as comfortable as a child stepping on stones across a small river, and escaped from the encirclement on both sides.
At the moment when he finally swiped down from the museum shelf, Nianli propped up the soles of his feet just right, venting the force of his body's fall, and stood silently in the left passage.
In front of his eyes were the... backs of the heads of ten gangsters in two groups.
Luke hummed the rhythm in his heart, which perfectly matched the music of the broadcasting system, and his footsteps seemed to slide across the ice, drifting towards the two groups in front of him.
The sharp blade of the craft ax is like the fangs of a ferocious beast, it is raised high and then falls quietly.
Amidst the sound of the flesh and bones being torn open twice, the two bandits at the back stiffened and did not fall down for a while.
Luke specifically chose the moment when their feet landed on the ground and the center of gravity of the body was the most stable, so of course he wouldn't let them rush to the street immediately.
The two didn't die immediately, but they had their cervical nerves severed, and they still had time to witness their own attack process from the teammates in front of them.
In the night vision device, a figure floated out from between them, with a slightly bowed body and an ax in both hands
Although his forward movement was fast, he was still stepping on the beat of the music, his body and the ax were shaking rhythmically.
This person... is still dancing
The two gangsters who were on the verge of death were puzzled: why dance? Who did he meet
In the confusion and reluctance of the two, they saw the figure with an ax in both hands suddenly in their eyes, and the two companions stood on the spot blankly.
They suddenly realized: So, I died like this.
With this thought comes consciousness plunged into eternal darkness.
Luke didn't care about the extra temporary onlookers behind him, he just spun and jumped, and could even swing an ax with both hands with his eyes closed.
The ability to be proficient in primary fighting is not given for nothing.
Although there are not many opportunities to use axes, and this pair of axes is new, he seems to be a veteran who has been immersed in this way for more than ten years.
This pair of axes is quite beautiful in appearance, but its center of gravity is unstable, and it is by no means a good weapon for actual combat.
But in his hands, they are like a pair of obedient elves, dancing in his dance.
The sound of the music and the slight movement of the group's own progress masked the sound of the ax cutting through flesh and neck bones.
Luke floated through the ranks of bandits in a posture that was almost a show of skill.
The two groups of people whose attention was temporarily focused on the front were like wooden dummy posts with their backs to him, raising their axes and dropping them one by one.
Until the team leader who was walking in the front turned his head and habitually wanted to see the follow-up situation of the team members behind him, he felt his eyes blurred and his Adam's apple went cold.
With his eyes wide open, he didn't know what happened. In a daze, his body was pressed against the wall by the axe, and he just leaned there stiffly.