Luke glanced at the corner vending machine out of the corner of his eye.
I saw a young woman in her early twenties leaning on the vending machine door with one hand and covering her back with the other, her facial features wrinkled into a ball.
Her complexion was blue, her lips were biting tightly, her tears and snot all came down, and the black eye shadow washed out two black tear stains on her cheeks, like a ghost movie heroine.
But the woman couldn't cry, and the unimaginable pain spread from bottom to top, and half of her abdomen and thighs seemed to be collapsing and pulling toward that point.
She could only open her mouth wide, inhale and exhale.
This woman is wearing a white shirt with a fancy denim vest and a pair of tight jeans. She looks very fashionable.
But at this moment, her thighs were clamped tightly, still trembling, and her pouty buttocks stretched the frosted blue jeans more and more rounded.
Just by looking at it, Luke understood why she was the victim.
Her companion, a slightly overweight woman in home clothes, was much luckier and asked eagerly what was wrong with the jeans.
Sometimes it's not lucky to have a good face. Luke could only shake his head slightly, expressing deep sympathy for him.
The millennium kill in reality is not as funny as in the comics.
No matter how good the relationship is, it is easy to make friends like this.
Not to mention that this is a strange man's heavy hand on a woman. He was not joking at all, and even took a sneak shot.
Picking up the camera from the photographer, Luke walked forward calmly.
Both the skinny man who killed that woman for a thousand years and the photographer are all little bastards in light red.
He wasn't at all burdened with knocking them out.
Speaking of it, there must be a lot of women who were "stabbed in the back" by them, and beating them with a concussion can be considered as justice for those women.
While thinking, he flipped through the documents in the digital camera.
I don’t know if I don’t look at it, but I’m startled when I see it.
Judging from the video time, these two guys have filmed the attacking process of four women from last night to today.
Seeing the performance of those women, Luke frowned, turned around and walked back.
Going back to the photographer first, he stepped on the man's palm.
Amidst the clicking sound, the guy screamed in pain in a daze, but he still didn't wake up.
Then Luke walked towards the skinny man lying unconscious on the side of the road, and put his foot between his raised legs, letting this guy taste the taste of chrysanthemums.
Of course, he controlled the intensity.
Otherwise, the photographer can amputate his hand without surgery, and it is normal for the skinny male hip joint to be removed from the body.
Now, the two of them will be in the hospital for a few months.
And if they dare to do this kind of thing in the future, they will definitely eat shit when they run away—they have only been "defeated" by Luke, and their luck will not be very good in the future.
To deal with these two guys, the system actually gave a total of 100 experience points.
It was only thirty for knocking the two out, and Luke only got another seventy when he went back to make up the knife. Obviously, the system also thought they deserved it.
Behind, the two women were in front of the vending machine, looking at this handsome guy in a black windbreaker who came and went like the wind, their faces were dull.
The victim forgot about the pain for a while, and came back to his senses after a while, only to groan.
Her companion in home clothes was awakened: "Oops, are you still in pain? That damn change is too... uh"
The home clothes couldn't help looking at the thin man with taller buttocks over there, and couldn't help shivering: "He, he won't die, right?"
The victim's jeans resisted the severe throbbing pain in his lower body, and gritted his teeth: "This kind of hentai, it's better to die. Go, help me home, don't call the police."
The home clothes helped her walk a few steps, and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going to call the police?"
The jeans hissed, and said with difficulty: "Why, do you want me to repay my kindness?"
Home clothes thought about it, and then he smashed his mouth, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "So handsome, so cold, and that black windbreaker, like a domineering protagonist in a comic."
Jeans nodded subconsciously, then realized something was wrong, and squeezed her arm hard: "Why are you so blue! I'm still in pain."
The home service quickly apologized, but said another sentence: "I will take you home, I will think about it slowly. Oh, I forgot to take a picture. I will find the supermarket owner later to see if I can get a surveillance camera. I will record it. .”
Jeans: "Give me a copy."
The home clothes were surprised: "Are you not in pain anymore?"
Jeans: "It hurts, but maybe looking at him won't hurt me anymore!"
Home clothes thoughtfully: "It makes sense."
…
Luke avenged those women, and the camera was thrown into the storage space.
Now that it happened, if he saw it or showed it to Selina, it wouldn't change the fact.
This video should be used as a case study material for Selena's safety training class... right
Compared with the 100 points he gained just now, his work efficiency last night has increased several times.
A day of intelligence reconnaissance made his actions more targeted.
The amount of banned drugs thrown into Tokyo Bay and the amount of neon travel money put into storage space have both increased significantly.
Correspondingly, the harvest of experience points is 13,000.
Without such a harvest, he was not in a good mood to buy eighteen-flavored soda for a certain dog head.
However, compared to Mexico's "blood money", Nihong basically only has sweat but no blood.
The situation where a gang has several lives in its hands is the norm in Mexico, but it is a dream here in Neon.
In the dens he took away, not even a murderous villain could be found, and the evil speed was all accumulated by selling prohibited drugs.
Luke also made a few bosses disappear, and the other younger brothers did not move.
Perhaps soon, there will be legends similar to the ghost butcher in the Tokyo gang, but that doesn't matter, and it can clear up the suspicion for the deity.
…
During the day, Luke changed several places again, and determined the terrain of Tokyo from a high altitude.
After nightfall, Tokyo was drizzling again.
Luke went to check the points again, until ten o'clock at night when work was over.
At this moment, the rain became heavier, and his figure turned from the corner of the street.
Holding the transparent Hello Kitty umbrella given by the fellow Britney Sweets in one hand and the mended eco-friendly bag in the other, he walked slowly to a food stall.
The "Heike" formed by red neon lights on the food stall reflects the misty night rain into circles of light red halo.
This is Shinjuku Gyoen, and this is the food stall that Luke visited.
It's one of the few open food stalls open late at night—the rest are mostly indoors.
At the moment when Luke stood in front of the food stall, the bald chef at the kitchen counter put down the kitchen knife in his hand, took a white and dry towel, and wiped his hands little by little.
At the same time, his slightly lowered head gradually raised, meeting Luke's eyes who were standing with an umbrella.
Then he grinned, stood at attention and bowed: "I have admired your name for a long time, Mr. Wake."
Luke also laughed, stepped forward, and put the empty recycle bag in his hand on the stage first: "Thank you for the bag. Also, just call me John."
Bald Chef: "Hi, sit down, John San."
Luke: ...Fortunately, I'm not good at pornography.