Luke didn't have the time to send Matt back. He even had to change some of his plans for the guy. It would be too kind of him to let him sleep under the bed.
In the movies and games, the people who got in the way of the killer plan were knocked out and stuffed into the bathroom or wardrobe.
After he came out, Luke stood on the roof and looked at the red dots on the map.
After thinking for a moment, he made a decision: he couldn't hide anymore. He had to let Night Devil show his face and directly go up.
If Matt wasn't here, he could play with the other party until the wee hours of the morning.
But after Matt appeared, John didn't show up. Would the people at the podium suspect Matt?
Was Matt John's accomplice who had appeared to divert everyone's attention? Or was Matt someone else's pawn who had come specifically to target High Table?
That was a question that High Table might have.
After all, Matt had knocked out so many hitmen and was dressed so flashily!
He could only let John appear with great fanfare and fight those killers head-on. Only then could he make Matt look like an insignificant intruder.
That was also the reason why Luke had stuffed Matt under the bed.
The male lead tonight could only be Night Devil John.
After making up his mind, Luke deactivated the invisibility function of his combat suit and put it away in his inventory, revealing Night Devil's classic suit.
He wiped his swept-back hair to make sure that it wasn't messed up. An AUG assault rifle appeared in his hand.
He had stolen this gun from a certain hitman before, and it was a completely modified version.
Luke had almost never used this gun before, but it was pretty accurate and easy to use at medium range.
Bending over, he went to the top of a building and adjusted his breathing for a moment before he suddenly got up and raised his gun.
On the roof two hundred meters away, a hitman was searching for a target with binoculars.
A figure entered the frame. The black suit wasn't eye-catching, but the gun he was holding flashed in the faint light in the distance.
F * ck! The hitman's heart trembled as he sensed danger. Bang!
Bang! Bang!
The sound of gunfire reached his ears.
Crack!
A bullet broke the lens of the binoculars and continued flying.
The hitman stood still for a few seconds before he fell to the ground with a thud. One of his eyes was already a hole, and the area around his eye had been badly mutilated by the binoculars.
After firing, Luke instantly turned the gun fifteen degrees to the right.
Bang! Bang!
More than a hundred meters away, another killer was aiming at him with a gun. His head tilted back and he fell.
Luke didn't stop there. He turned fifty degrees to the right again, and a killer on the roof was already aiming his gun at him.
Bang, bang, bang!
The killer spun sideways, dropped his gun, and rolled to the ground.
Luke shook his head inwardly. The man wasn't dead.
Sniping really wasn't his forte, and this kind of rapid switching between multiple targets, the accuracy of continuous firing was obviously not the same as melee combat within ten meters.
He shot through the first killer's binoculars, and the bullet entered his eye socket.
The second assassin was also shot in the face.
The third one only hit the assassin's chest and shoulders, knocking him down, but he didn't die.
Of course, if the three assassins knew what Luke was thinking, they would probably be so angry that they would come back to life.
He was holding an AUG that he had never used before. He had hit three targets in two seconds, and they were all in three different directions. Two were dead, and one was injured. He was still complaining that his marksmanship was bad.
These were just Luke's subconscious assessments of his abilities, and he didn't waste any time.
After three attacks, he had already retreated into the darkness with his gun.
Several killers nearby had already sensed the commotion, and immediately moved closer.
Luke didn't raise his head. He entered the apartment building and murmured, "There sure are a lot of drones today."
In this area, there were five small drones circling around, and they were still providing the killers with information on his movements.
Luke wasn't too surprised.
His medium-sized drone was at a higher altitude, and could keep a clearer view of what was happening below.
Also, his medium-sized drone was a Wraith, which couldn't be detected without a certain level of technology.
Since everyone had surveillance methods, they might as well hurt each other!
Luke ran quickly and opened a window on the second floor. He jumped down, and the AUG in his hand let out a bang.
A killer who was running toward the entrance of the apartment building was shot in the head.
Luke landed and ran, and the killer's body fell behind him. Their movements were surprisingly coordinated.
At the sound of the gunshot, the surrounding killers moved even faster. They had clearly been notified.
Luke, however, disappeared into the darkness.
That was how powerful Elementary Concealment was.
Even if there were drones above them, the killers couldn't react that quickly.
Two killers poked their heads out of the corner and took two careful steps. Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Both of them were instantly killed.
At a distance of thirty meters, the AUG was much more accurate than a pistol.
…
In the Continental Hotel, Santino frowned.
What was going on with John? Why was he getting stronger and stronger?
The guards in Dantonio's manor weren't bad, but they weren't veterans who often fought. It wasn't strange for John to kill dozens of them.
But he had also killed forty to fifty of the elite killers summoned by the high table tonight. That was a little unimaginable.
Wasn't this guy seriously injured? Why was he still so strong?
He looked at the short-haired woman next to him. "Why can he still kill so many people?"
The short-haired woman thought for a moment and started to gesture with her hands.
Watching her gesture, Santino nodded thoughtfully. "He barely shows up, so his injuries are indeed very serious. Is it very taxing for his body to kill his opponents with guns?"
Thinking that, Santino leaned back on the sofa and sighed. "Unfortunately, I'm not the head of the family yet, so I can't use those Legendary killers. But if I don't kill him, how can I go back and inherit the position of head of the family? "
The short-haired woman was also helpless.
This was an endless loop.
John was strong, but he wasn't the only Legendary killer in the hands of a behemoth like the high table.
The strength that John had displayed before was at the bottom of the Legendary killers.
If they wanted to kill John, they could just send a stronger Legendary killer.
At the high table, the only people qualified to use these super killers were the twelve masterminds.
But if they didn't kill John, Santino wouldn't be able to become the twelve masterminds.
He had asked John to kill Jaina before the inauguration ceremony, so John could naturally kill him the same way.
It could be said that he had given himself a "good start"!
For a moment, Santino was extremely conflicted. F * ck! This was too much …
After thinking for a while, he said, "Provide as much support to those killers as possible. It's best if we can kill John tonight."
The short-haired woman made a "understood" gesture, but there was great suspicion in her eyes. She felt that the chances of success weren't very high.
Santino knew what she was thinking at a glance and sighed. "If we really can't kill him, we have to seriously injure him. At least that will give me time to complete the inauguration ceremony."
The short-haired woman: "…"
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