Night Devil John didn't look like he was in a desperate situation at all. Instead, it looked like he was mocking them: I can kill more than twenty of you casually, but you can't do anything to me!
Excited by the reward, embarrassed and annoyed, the hitmen's eyes reddened.
Even though many of them remained calm, they gritted their teeth and chased after him as soon as they got into their cars, unwilling to give up.
After everyone left, two old Ford vans drove over.
The car door opened, and more than ten burly men in janitor uniforms got out of the car.
Holding all kinds of cleaning tools and body bags, they busied themselves around the villa and collected all the bodies in less than half an hour.
This time, they moved more than twenty bodies.
In fact, seventeen hitmen had already disappeared without leaving any traces.
The janitors didn't know that they were dead, and neither did the hitmen who were chasing after them.
Luke, on the other hand, was elated at the rapid increase in experience and credit points in his Dodge.
Thanks to his harassment, the system didn't count these hitmen as part of the overall mission tonight. Instead, every time one was killed, a notification would be sent out.
More than forty hitmen had already contributed more than 10000 experience and credit points.
And this was just the appetizer.
The most suitable place for a Night Devil to fight wasn't a spacious place.
For example, apart from the villa itself, there was nothing but open grass dozens of meters around it. It was very difficult for Elementary Stealth to be of much use even with the hitmen's complete equipment.
Luke was relying on his stealth suit to sneak in and out.
But if he did this too much, the hitmen's morale would collapse very quickly.
After all, if they didn't even see Night Devil John's shadow, hundreds of hitmen would die. Only lunatics would dare to throw their lives away.
Thus, he had to lure them to the battlefield that was most suitable for the Night Devil, so that they wouldn't be able to see a large number of their companions die.
This place was Harlem.
If there were more of them, he would gradually move north.
Further down was Clinton, which he didn't want to go to.
Ma Xiaohong had been having a busy "night" life recently, and Luke didn't plan to let her out to mess things up. It wouldn't be good if she got a concussion again.
Amidst the roar of engines, more than 20 cars rushed into Harlem in a row.
Along the way, hitmen's cars charged out from time to time. They had all received real-time notifications and rushed over to intercept them, but none of them could stop Luke.
Many killers cursed, "Fako, who the f * ck gave you this damn information? Why didn't you mention Night Demon's driving skills? How are we going to catch up? "
Not long after, they stopped cursing.
The Dodge Challenger that was speeding on the street was finally hit by the tail of a car coming from the side, and it twisted and crashed into an alley.
Two people got out of the sports car that had stopped the Dodge Challenger and forced their way into the alley.
By the time they got in, the hood of the Dodge Challenger was smoking, and the car was empty.
The two of them looked at each other, then carefully split up and rushed into the depths of the alleyway.
Their movements were swift, but their footsteps were almost silent, displaying a level of professionalism that far exceeded that of an average assassin.
A few seconds after the two of them entered the alley, two cars arrived at the same time.
One person got out of one car, and two people got out of the other car. Both parties looked at each other and nodded slightly, indicating that they had completed their communication.
The general meaning was that they would rely on their own abilities and not attack each other.
It wasn't that these people were very united, but that the task had a side requirement of the high table.
Once someone schemed against each other and let Night Demon escape, it would be reported to all the participants afterwards.
At that time, if Night Demon wasn't dead, the person who was holding them back would definitely die.
Night Demon's achievements were also made public along with the information.
For example, John had killed a hundred people on a mission a few years ago.
Another example was the conflict between John and the Tarasov family head last month, and the death toll of the Tarasov family exceeded a hundred again.
Two days ago, John had killed more than seventy people (guards and a few leaders) at Dantonio Manor. This time, he was finally seriously injured.
It wasn't realistic to try to hog the reward by dragging his peers down against such a person.
It would most likely depend on luck. When John was at his wit's end, they would just have to harvest his head.
The killers, who were confident in their own abilities and had high hopes for John's serious injuries, didn't hesitate too much and chased after him.
After these killers chased into the alleyway, more killers arrived.
Seeing the cars that had been abandoned at the entrance of the alley, everyone understood what was going on.
This area was the slums of Harlem.
There were many old apartment buildings, the environment was complicated, and the streets were narrow.
Cars couldn't go fast here. In fact, people only needed to run a few steps through a gap or a small path to get in front of cars that were taking a detour.
No wonder Night Demon abandoned the car and ran.
It would be very difficult to find him if he hid here.
But most of the killers still chose to enter this area. However, some of them picked up their weapons and walked, while others drove around.
Most of the pursuers on foot were good at tracking, while the ones who drove were prepared to try their luck.
In fact, Luke's point-farming operation had only officially begun tonight.
Looking at the red dots on his polarized lenses, which were like a huge net that was spreading out to envelop the area, Luke smiled.
At that moment, he was standing in the corner of an apartment building.
But in the dark, one could only see the unnatural distortion in the air from a suitable position. Otherwise, this would just be an empty corner of the rooftop.
Behind him, a figure with a big bag on his back opened the door to the rooftop and walked up.
Scanning the rooftop, he chose the corner where Luke was and opened his big box next to Luke.
The man took out a titanium phone and skillfully operated it. A small drone in the big box quickly took off, and a surveillance image appeared from above.
Luke's lips twitched. F * ck, he could even run into a hitman who was similar to him here.
Instead of burying his head to look for Luke, this guy chose to use the drone to search on the rooftop with an excellent view.
It had to be said that the hitmen who had come to kill Night Demon this time were highly skilled.
Among the people who had just died, there were plenty of infrared detectors and night vision goggles. They weren't low-level killers who relied on a few guns to run amok.
Thinking that, Luke watched the drone's camera focus on the hitman.
He was adjusting the drone to make sure that there was nothing wrong with it.
Suddenly, the man moved the phone closer with a puzzled expression.
Just now, he felt that the drone's image was a little unnatural, and that there was something wrong with his own reflection on the screen.
Naturally, Luke saw it too.
The drone's camera happened to be shooting at the hitman from above, where Luke was.
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