The killer's trump card of several killers had the consequence that more than half of the "companions" lost their fighting power in an instant. ran?en?.?a`
The originally relatively complete line of defense was like a pile of sand under a flood, with only a little bit of foam remaining after a big wave.
Luke adjusted the attack target with empathy, and sent warm greetings to these "temporary teammates" who helped him relieve most of the killer's escape.
Clap clap clap clap!
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The double guns fired twelve times in a row, and more than a dozen escaped killers fell one by one.
With a thought in Luke's mind, the Colt King Cobra reloaded again.
Clap clap!
Passing by the last four running killers, almost shooting each of them in the head, Luke stopped in his tracks.
Looking around, he unhurriedly took out the revolver changer and started the first regular change process tonight.
Bel's authentic London accent echoed leisurely in the winter night park, drifting away with the cold wind and light snow: "I hear the echo, from the valley and the heart. Harvest the empty soul with a lonely scythe. Repeat the decision constantly, Happiness repeated..."
The killers who were either blind or bombed to the street were desperate.
As soon as they heard the Cockney accent, they understood.
This is the master!
Cockney accent, reciting poems, killing people, the real trilogy of smiling people killing people!
There are also those two revolvers that look like infinite bullets, the terrifying shooting skills that never miss a shot, and the leisurely, non-smoky moving posture, which perfectly conforms to the description in the intelligence.
In the blink of an eye, the killers lying on the ground couldn't help but recall what happened just now.
The first smiling man didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. His weapons were long knives and sand eagles. Although his movement speed was also terrifying, his style was extremely wretched.
These are basically two different people.
It's just that the strength of the two smiling faces is too strong, and the battle is fierce and short, and they have no time to think about it.
There is no rule that a smiling person who likes to recite poems and pretend to be compared to a big death can still keep beeping when he meets more than a hundred professional masters.
Fuck the shit is what they expected.
Now, the Lord appears.
It was only then that they discovered that the real smiling man was still able to pretend to be like the wind and always be with him even in the face of nearly a hundred professional killers.
They are just props for the opponent to pretend to compare.
"I believe in myself, I was born like a bright summer flower..."
Clap clap!
"Undefeated and undefeated, flirtatious like fire..."
Bang bang bang!
"Under the burden of the heartbeat and the burden of breathing..."
Clap clap!
"Enjoy it!"
Bang bang bang!
Amidst the series of gunshots, Luke chanted verses, walking around the arena like a dancer on drums.
After the last line of the poem was read, few of the killers survived.
Crossing his hands and inserting his guns back, he stretched out one hand to catch a falling snowflake: "It's snowing heavily."
In the laboratory, Selena, who was sitting in front of the monitoring platform, was holding half a cake in her hand. Her slightly grown mouth forgot to bite down. She stared blankly at the figure on the virtual light screen who raised her hand to catch Snowflake. .
She always knew that Luke was strong.
Killing dozens at a time can only be counted as someone's daily operation, and the extreme operation is the one killing hundreds at a time when they went to Mexico to suppress the big drug lords.
However, tonight's Luke refreshed her cognition again.
Over a hundred kills in a single kill, not just small gangsters, but veteran elites among professional killers.
The difference is like the difference between winning hundreds of foreign elementary school students in table tennis and winning a hundred Chinese national team players.
After all, table tennis is one-on-one, and this is one-to-many.
When she thought about it again, Luke always showed an expression of "a kind grandfather looking at his granddaughter" when she raised the question of the gap in strength.
Selena understood now, and smiled wryly: This is indeed a topic that cannot be discussed.
Without the full form of symbiosis of gold nuggets, she would only be instantly killed in the face of these more than a hundred killers, and there was no room for counterattack at all.
Even using the full form, it is easy to be restrained by the flash shock bombs of the killers.
In contrast, that cheap-mouthed Wade is really strong.
Luke is even stronger beyond the limit, making the number of these professional killers meaningless.
"Oh, life is really lonely like snow!" A faint sigh came from the screen.
Selena finally woke up, and put her hand on her forehead: "Hey, are you too involved? Hurry up and wash the floor. There are still a few calls to the police station, saying that there is a lot of movement here in the park. You have at most Thirty minutes to wash the floor, remember to wash it clean."
Luke was awakened by her words and could only smile and shake his head.
Walking in front of a killer, he looked down at her and chuckled slightly: "There is no need to pretend. My shot only hit the bulletproof plate on your chest. Unless you have a serious heart disease, most of your skin will be red at this moment." Just one piece."
The female killer on the ground remained motionless.
Luke didn't take it seriously: "Go back and tell the Continental Hotel that this is just a small meeting ceremony. Since I am in New York, you have to kneel when I stand. You have to lie on your stomach when I sit, just like now same as you."
After finishing speaking, he kicked her out, and lightly tapped the back of her head with his toes. The muscles of the figure lying on the ground loosened and he fell into a coma.
Luke curled his lips: "Oh, I still broke my promise."
He considered for a moment, and finally decided to leave the Continental Hotel with a "messenger".
However, its purpose is exactly the opposite of leaving a message.
This message will only make Continental Hotel list V as a real enemy and take it seriously.
Why did Luke do this? The skyrocketing experience points in the system speak for themselves.
Except for the Continental Hotel, it is difficult for him to meet such "good guys" in New York nowadays.
Sending more than a hundred elite mini-bosses to your door at one time, there are really not many such capable villain bosses.
I just don't know how many experience points will be gained if the Continental Hotel is uprooted.
With the idea of "making a fortune" spinning in his heart, he moved quickly, carrying "garbage" all over the floor, and resignedly completed the work of cleaning the floor.
Just now, it wasn't that he wanted to pretend.
In the past few months, as he has experienced more and more battles, Luke already has a feeling that the team composed of ordinary humans is close to zero threat to him.
For today's battle, he has made extremely sufficient preparations, and has sufficient records for various accidents.
But with the help of Wade, the "teammate", everything was easier than imagined.
Luke was only hit three times with a few fragments.
This was because he chose to increase his efficiency and reduce his own evasion out of consideration for a complete kill, so he was hit.
And judging from the results of tonight's battle, as long as it is not a regular army that cooperates with infantry and artillery, plus helicopter mid-air support, whether it is one or two hundred, or three or four hundred people, it is just the difference in the number of shots fired to him. , but the difficulty will not increase too much.
Besides, the chances of Luke encountering this situation in the future are almost zero.