The French liked her figure very much, and even the Americans liked it, but Irene didn't think Luke was necessarily like that.
She is an art student who is good at observing and copying the human body.
After just getting along these two days, she noticed that Luke's body is quite fit, and it should be a figure that can only be maintained by long-term fitness.
It's a pity that it's still January, if it were summer, she would be able to fully appreciate someone's body.
He must be strong! Thinking of this, she blushed again.
Also not because of shyness, but excitement.
Who made her an art student! There is always a certain preference for men with gorgeous muscular lines.
Luke is in a relaxed mood now.
Last night, he had a big ticket, and he needed to adjust his mood.
When I'm at home, I can relieve my discomfort by cooking or talking to Selena.
That feeling is not simple nausea, gloom, fear, or bloodthirsty, but more subtle emotions in it, in addition to the above, maybe a little excitement, anticipation, joy, ready to move, and elation.
Human psychology is never that simple.
The last time Grayson came, he didn't find any major abnormalities in him, which was largely due to Luke's own psychological adjustment.
Tony Stark has also appeared, and those bad guys were originally reserved for superhero leveling experience.
Many times, Luke also regards those bad guys as experience npcs in the game, and the feeling of killing them is not that strong.
The existence of the system also gave him confidence.
So far, he has not deducted points for killing the wrong person.
Judging from the fact that five points were deducted for every five dollars, it was impossible for the system to allow him to kill people at will.
Conversely reasoning, that is, he did not kill wrong.
Luke is now happily eating and chatting with Elena, and then they go upstairs together.
Back upstairs, Elena got out her easel and started her studies on the balcony.
Luke also imitated Elena, moved a chair out of the room, and sat there reading his notebook.
After catching up on Elena's network there, Luke looked at the information of various tourist attractions on the Internet.
After a while, he raised his head and saw Elena next to him already immersed in the painting.
Luke stood up lightly, without disturbing her, but just glanced behind her, and couldn't laugh or cry: What's the matter with you? When did I become a birdman
On Elena's drawing board, there was a sketch at the beginning, and the person on it was Luke at first glance.
But that Luke was all glowing, with big wings, sitting there with a big smile on his face, holding a... um, a Bible
This posture is basically the same as Luke was sitting there just now.
But... Isn't it a notebook in my hand? And this painting seems to feel like it is about to glow white. Isn't this a bit overly beautified? He complained in his heart, but he didn't bother Elena.
Sometimes artistic creation has nothing to do with real reference objects, but only with the painter's own feelings and expressive intentions.
Luke just smiled and shook his head, put away his notebook and went back to the house.
After a while, Luke quietly went downstairs.
At this moment, he changed into a hooded sweater, wore a black backpack, and wore a big mask. He got off the subway and got on the bus.
This bus is very dilapidated, and there are not many people. There are three or five people with corrupt temperaments. Without exception, they don't look like good people.
Doing nothing, doing nothing, causing trouble, and committing crimes are basically the daily procedures of these people.
Seeing Luke getting into the car, several people glanced at him and said nothing.
But after ten minutes, someone couldn't help it.
Although Luke covered his face, his clothes and sitting posture revealed a different origin from these people.
The three frizzy black men forced them over, without any nonsense, just waved their hands, and took out butterfly knives, daggers, knives, etc., and approached them with an attitude of "be nice and stay still".
Luke sat there, moving his hands a few times unhurriedly. The three blacks saw that he seemed to have taken out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on his hands.
However, gloves are not a murder weapon, and the three black gangsters with insufficient brains didn't care and continued to act.
One reached for Luke's backpack, while the other grabbed at the front of his chest.
Just as the hands of the two black men stretched out in front of Luke, he stretched out his hands, held the hands of the two, and then twisted and pressed them lightly.
With two clicks, the two black men immediately screamed.
Luke still sat there silently, folded his hands back in front of his body, stretched out his feet at will, and stepped on the palms of two kneeling black men.
The others in the carriage were all stunned, they were all waiting to see the good show, who knew it would be such a result.
The hand that was stepped on by the two black men was the one Luke dislocated. They didn't dare to use any force at all, so they could only use the other hand to scratch the sole of his shoe while screaming.
Luke was indifferent, his eyes moved suddenly, he picked up the knife dropped by the two men, and threw it away.
There was a scream, and the gun in a black man's hand fell to the ground. There was a knife stuck in his wrist. The knife had completely pierced his wrist, and he might be disabled for the rest of his life.
Luke stood up slowly, and kicked away the two people who were still kneeling and screaming in front of them.
He walked forward slowly, a butterfly knife still turning slowly in his hand.
No one in the carriage made a sound, watching Luke silently picked up the m1911, unhurriedly withdrew the magazine to check it, pulled the sleeve, checked it, and pointed it at the three black gangsters: " Hand over your money."
Everyone in the car: ... the co-author is also a professional.
After leaving the three unlucky blacks with less than a hundred euros in total, and letting them roll out of the car, Luke returned to the back seat.
After that, no one will mess with him again.
Not long after entering the ninety-three provinces, Luke got off the bus and took a deep breath of the air here: Well, it's all about experience and points!
He deliberately walked to a slightly remote corner, and after a while, someone took the bait.
After ransacking three groups of punks ranging from three to five in succession, he finally met a group of guys with cars.
When several people gathered around with knives, the black muzzle made them become very honest immediately.
There was a man in the other car who also had a gun, but unfortunately his speed was not as fast as Luke's.
Just as he was drawing his gun, Luke shot him in the shoulder. If he drew his gun, his life would be threatened. He was lucky if he didn't die.
He threw the man out of the car and drove away in this broken car.
Within half an hour of entering Ninety-three provinces, he turned into a man with two guns and a car.
He rummaged around in the car, and with his keen sense of smell, he found various things.
For example, some bullets, some odds and ends of cash, and a little weed are not very useful.
On the contrary, he is very satisfied with more than ten coins, which can be used to test the system rules and save points to the greatest extent.