Fifty-seven! Luke counted in his heart and put the two of them into Space 1.
From the moment he entered this complicated and unmonitored area, the dark corners, alleys, stairs, roofs, and empty rooms became the most suitable hunting grounds for him.
In this predetermined hunting ground, he killed another twenty assassins.
None of them had less than 200 experience and credit points, and one even had more than 500 experience and credit points.
There were only two weaklings who had more than 200 experience and credit points, and three mini-bosses who had more than 400 experience and credit points.
This could only mean that this batch of hitmen had committed even more crimes, and none of them didn't deserve to die.
There were no gunshots, no blood, and no corpses. After ten minutes of silence, he earned close to 7,000 experience and credit points.
If NYPD knew about this, they would definitely give him the Most Enthusiastic Hitman Award. He wouldn't be burdened at all.
Almost twenty hitmen had died, but the other hitmen didn't know anything, much less flee in fear.
In two or three hours, this place would return to peace, and no one would know what had happened here.
Whether it was the hitmen, the Continental Hotel, or the High Table, they wouldn't know.
Daddy System, please watch over me and let me complete this big deal! ' Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Luke frowned. What was going on?
He pulled up the drone image in the direction of the gunshots, and after a few glances, he heard a familiar voice. He couldn't help but curse inwardly. Ma Xiaohong? What was going on with this guy? He had run all the way to Harlem, yet he could still run into him. Was this guy's ears so sharp?
But he knew that it was probably because there was nothing going on in Clinton that Matt had run a little further tonight.
It's my fault! I've dealt with the Clinton area too ruthlessly! Luke was helpless, but he wasn't in a hurry.
The uniform Matt was wearing was very distinctive, and it was obvious at a glance that it wasn't John. The hitmen weren't interested in attacking him.
As long as he wasn't surrounded, the dark red uniform could still take a few bullets.
But watching Matt knock out a hitman with a few sticks and then throw him into the trash can, Luke's lips twitched. It's true that you didn't kill anyone, but your methods aren't much worse than a certain Knee Breaker's.
On the screen, the hitman's hands and feet were bent at a strange angle after being hit by the sticks. He would definitely be a cripple for the rest of his life.
With that in mind, he didn't look any further and moved further away.
Tonight was a feast for grinding points. He did not have the time to care about Ma Xiaohong. He just needed to pull the battlefield further away.
A moment later, there were a few more gunshots. The killers followed Night Devil John, who had suddenly exposed his tracks, and moved further north.
Five minutes later, Luke frowned.
Looking at Matt, who was fighting the two killers again on the drone screen, Luke cursed in his heart.
Not only did Matt chase after them, but he also found two more killers.
Fortunately, the two hitmen's close combat abilities were far inferior to Matt's. They were flustered and overwhelmed when he got close to them. Otherwise, Lawyer Matt would have been shot again.
I can't let Matt get involved in this anymore. That was what Luke thought.
Tonight was the official clash between John and the High Table Assassin, and the conflict between them would only get more intense in the future.
With Matt fighting here, he could easily be suspected of being John's accomplice.
Given the High Platform Table's nature, they wouldn't let anyone off even if they were innocent. A vigilante like Matt had a worrisome identity, and it was very easy for him to be found out.
Luke quickly made up his mind. He turned invisible again and quickly approached Matt.
…
Breathing heavily, Matt hit the back of the head of the person below him with his elbow.
The fat Asian man with the body of a sumo wrestler instantly slowed down. He could take a beating, but there wasn't any fat on the back of his head, and his ability to take a beating wasn't much better than an ordinary person's.
Matt was sent flying twice by him. Finally, he found an opportunity to ride behind him and perform a powerful elbow strike.
After another heavy elbow strike, the eyes of this incomparably powerful fatty finally rolled over. His legs bent and he fell to the ground, causing a muffled rumbling sound to ring out from the ground.
Matt was powerless. He lay there for a long time and didn't move for a few seconds.
Too troublesome! He had beaten up a lot of people, but it was rare to see an opponent as troublesome as this fatty.
His two short sticks only made the fatty's fat jiggle a few times at most. After another cry of pain, there was no reaction.
The other party bumped into him a few times, and the last time, in particular, almost knocked him unconscious.
Damn it, who was this Night Devil John?
He had attracted so many hitmen. If they were all about the same level as this fatty, how strong was Night Devil John? Matt cursed inwardly.
Suddenly, he moved.
With his hearing, he could sense a person who wasn't breathing or having a heartbeat pouncing on him from behind.
A second ago, he hadn't sensed this person at all.
Night Devil John! Only this super hitman who was good at concealment could have this ability.
Matt's mind raced as he rolled away to avoid the other party.
However, he was only halfway through his roll when he suddenly stopped. An abnormally ear-piercing noise pierced his eardrums.
With his sharp hearing, his body instantly stiffened and he couldn't move.
What the hell was this? Matt was horrified.
In fact, it was quiet around him, and there was no sharp noise at all.
Only Matt's extraordinary hearing could discern the sound.
The small device in Luke's hand slid off, and the red light went off.
Looking at Ma Xiaohong, who couldn't move, he was extremely satisfied. You're looking for a beating everywhere. Do you really think I can't deal with you?
This device was an infrasonic weapon invented by Tony. Obadiah had personally tested it on the tycoon, and it could instantly paralyze a person's body.
Most of the time, Luke didn't need to use this special weapon, as it would be easy for him to expose himself.
It was perfect for dealing with Lawyer Matt, who was an expert fighter who wasn't convenient to beat up and was especially agile.
This was the saying that everything has its vanquisher.
The infrasonic weapon, which had to be placed within 30 centimeters of an ordinary person's ear to be effective, could be used on Matt from five meters away.
Matt, who fought in close combat every day, didn't stand a chance.
Matt tried his best to move, but he couldn't control his body, and his ears were ringing.
Luke took out a gun and aimed it at his palm.
Ta!
Anesthetic? F * ck …!
Staring at the special bullet in his palm, Matt's stiff body suddenly went limp.
Luke walked over and pulled out the tranquilizer bullet from his palm. He then searched the fat hitman next to him for his pistol and raised his hand.
Pa! Pa!
The fat man and his companion, who was struggling to escape seven or eight meters away, each had a hole in their heads.
Luke casually tossed the gun at the fatty and dragged Matt into the apartment building next door.
Soon, he found an old apartment that hadn't been occupied for many days. He stuffed the nosy person under the bed in the bedroom and left.
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