The two famous hitmen cooperated tacitly without any communication, and fired again to seal off Luke's approach. Two of them were curved bullets.
They knew very well that they were far weaker than this Night Devil, but they weren't fighting alone.
In two seconds, three to five of the famous hitmen would be able to rush back.
And in five seconds, more than ten people would be able to rush back.
No matter how strong this Night Devil was, he would be riddled with holes.
At that moment, Luke was already ten meters away from the two of them. He was slightly ahead of them on the left and slightly behind on the right.
He had to close in to ensure that he could kill the other party in an instant.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
As he brandished his guns, the two people on the left and right each received three bullets.
Their expressions changed as they dodged to the left and right, trying to distance themselves from each other so that they wouldn't be within his attack range at the same time.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
The two people at the door took the opportunity to open fire.
As long as they hit the target, they could kill the Night Devil. If they couldn't, they could interfere with his attack on his companions and create an opportunity to counterattack.
Luke suddenly spun like a top, but his hands followed suit and swung out to the left and right. Pa!
Pa! Pa!
The two people on the left and right were each given two bullets.
The expressions of the four famous hitmen changed drastically as they exclaimed at the same time, "No!"
"Impossible!"
The first two "no" were yelled by the two people who were being chased by Luke, and the second "impossible" were yelled by the two people at the door.
In the air, two bullets on the left and right drew strange arcs as they flew towards the two moving people.
Pu! Pu!
The two people on the left and right were hit in the head at the same time. Instant kill!
The two people at the door subconsciously continued to shout, "How can you curve …"
But Luke didn't stop spinning.
Almost at the same time as the two famous hitmen next to him were killed, he swung his hands again and again. Pa!
Pa! Pa! Pa!
This time, two bullets rained down on the two people at the door.
The two of them were scared out of their wits, and their words turned into desperate roars. "No!"
At that moment, each of them had to face a barrage of five bullets.
What was even more frightening was that these five bullets were all curved trajectories, and each of them had a different trajectory.
In their sharp eyes, these bullets were like miniaturized missiles flying towards them. There was nowhere to hide.
Even if they knew Curve Shooting like the back of their hands and could shoot different trajectories, everyone in the Fraternity was shooting one shot at a time.
On the other hand, this Night Demon in front of him had fired ten consecutive shots in different arcs, attacking two targets at the same time.
This went against their worldview.
In their shock, their brains could not calculate where the bullets would land. They could only subconsciously try to dodge in one direction.
Pu, pu!
Puff!
The two of them suddenly went limp and fell to the ground, rolling seven or eight times before stopping.
The weaker one was hit in the head and chest, while the stronger one only had a hole in his head.
However, none of them could escape the fate of death.
Luke's body didn't stop spinning. On the contrary, his hands moved even faster.
Pa pa pa pa pa!
The remaining bullets from the two guns scattered in all directions, carrying different trajectories as they flew into the darkness of the several entrances.
Two muffled groans rang out, and the hurried footsteps in all directions came to a halt.
Luke laughed inwardly. There were actually two weaklings? They couldn't even block two bullets from so far away. Bad review!
Thinking that, he stopped in the factory and unhurriedly removed an empty magazine from one of his guns. "Come in. I promise I won't be the first to attack this time."
In the blink of an eye, five figures appeared at the three entrances.
Two of them had ugly expressions. One covered his arm, and the other covered his stomach.
Although they were all famous assassins, the strength of these two people was a notch lower than the other three. Each of them was hit by a bullet.
The other three weren't injured, but their faces were still gloomy.
They had also broken out in a cold sweat from the sudden arc bullets.
Even if they weren't injured at all, that didn't mean they weren't afraid.
If they had been careless with those bullets, they might have been killed in one shot.
That was how dangerous a battle between top hitmen could be.
There was only a difference of a few centimeters between being unscathed and dying instantly.
Seeing that Luke was reloading, someone's eyes flickered, and he suddenly raised his gun.
Luke had taken out a magazine and hadn't reloaded yet.
But the moment the man moved, he casually waved his right hand.
Pa!
A bullet flew out of the chamber at the famous hitman who wanted to take advantage of the situation.
Pu!
The other four looked at their comrade, who was about to make a move, with incredulous expressions.
At that moment, there was a hole in the man's temple. Even though the smile on his face hadn't changed, he couldn't be more dead.
Luke put down the empty magazine of the P226 in his right hand and reloaded the magazine in his left. "How did this person become a hitman? Doesn't he know that I deliberately left one last bullet in the chamber?"
The faces of the four famous hitmen turned even uglier, and there was a hint of fear in their eyes.
The person who died wasn't the strongest hitman, but he wasn't the weakest either.
Even their mediocre companion hadn't been able to dodge the other party's shot.
What was even more terrifying was that this Night Devil had actually used a curve shot?
That was too much of a joke!
Physical Outburst and Curve Shot were the two ultimate skills of the Fraternity's famous hitmen.
It was thanks to these two abilities that they were able to distinguish themselves from countless ordinary hitmen and become legendary hitmen with extraordinary abilities.
But now, an outsider had used these skills to kill one of their companions in front of them. There was no way they could settle this matter.
But nobody made a move, because Luke already had a reloaded P226 in his hand.
It had a capacity of twenty bullets. They didn't think they could withstand twenty shots from the other party.
The four famous hitmen who had entered the factory first but were already dead were the most direct proof of that.
They were waiting.
The others would arrive in a few seconds at most.
What they didn't know was that Luke had added a little bit of his telekinesis to the last bullet.
With a little acceleration and change of direction, the bullet that could have been dodged hit its target easily.
Luke unhurriedly reloaded the magazine of the other P226 and glanced at the people in front of him.
The four of them had goosebumps.
They weren't ordinary people, and could easily tell that Luke wasn't looking at them with fear or even excitement. He was like a child counting cookies.
In fact, Luke was indeed mumbling to himself at that moment: One thousand! One thousand! One thousand! One thousand!
The five famous hitmen who had died just now were worth around a thousand experience and credit points on average, which was a little more than that.
In his eyes, the four people in front of him were really just four thousand numbers.
After changing the magazine, his hands hung down naturally, and his gaze slowly swept across the area.
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