After a few breaths, figures quietly appeared at the entrances and windows of the tunnels, surrounding them.
They didn't say anything and simply sized him up.
Several of them were itching to make a move, but they held back in the end.
The bodies of five famous hitmen were enough of a deterrent. At the very least, they were more effective than the corpses of more than a hundred ordinary hitmen.
For a moment, the air in the factory almost froze.
Luke, who was isolated, didn't do much. Instead, he was like a tiger coiled up as he indifferently sized up the wolves that were slowly taking advantage of the situation.
"Night Demon, what are you waiting for?" An old voice rang out, and Sloan walked out of a dark tunnel and frowned at him.
Luke: "You."
Sloan: "Do you want to beg for mercy?"
Luke shook his head slightly. "No, I'm just afraid you'll run away."
A sharp light flashed in Sloan's eyes. "Then what are you waiting for?"
Luke turned around and looked at him. He suddenly smiled. "No, don't misunderstand. I'm not targeting you. I just want to say that everyone here … is trash. "
When the last half of the sentence was said, none of the 13 famous assassins, including Sloan, understood the meaning behind it.
It was still Sloan who reacted the fastest. Wasn't he just messing with you?
Feeling that his intelligence had been insulted like never before, he roared with a dark expression, "Do you want to die?"
The others weren't much slower to react. It took them less than a tenth of a second to react, and they all looked like they had eaten sh * t.
Luke, however, closed his eyes and spread his arms. He sighed. "This world is so beautiful …"
"Kill!" Sloan didn't waste any more time, and directly gave the order.
All the hitmen raised their guns.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
"I shouldn't have been so violent …" Luke's voice echoed in the factory, and could still be heard clearly amid the intense gunfire.
Pa!
The head of a famous hitman who was shuttling between the textile machines exploded. The figure in the black suit behind the silk thread flashed past, and the bullets hit nothing but air.
"This isn't good …" The calm voice continued.
Pa!
The second hitman raised his head to meet the muzzle of the gun. The short distance of one meter was too short for him to dodge, and he was shot in the forehead.
"Not good …"
Pa!
His short words were accompanied by a rapid second shot that hit the third assassin who was pouncing on him. The bullet pierced through his eye socket.
"Only love …"
Pa!
The almost invisible black figure instantly covered a distance of more than ten meters and flashed past the two textile machines.
"Justice …"
Pa!
After two textile machines, the fourth and fifth assassins collapsed, all of them shot in the head.
"Only then can I be eternal …"
Pa!
The sixth assassin turned around with a terrified look on his face. He wanted to see the black figure rushing from behind, but the back of his head exploded with blood. His body slammed into the textile machine, and a large amount of blood dyed the cotton cloth that was being formed, forming a strange pattern.
"To bring the world …"
Pa!
The seventh assassin's face was ashen. He frantically ran sideways, trying to escape from the factory.
The black silhouette that he couldn't see clearly flitted past him and sent a bullet into his brain.
"A new life …"
Pa!
The eighth killer had just jumped onto the window when he was shot in the temple by a curved bullet from the side. The joy of escaping was still on his face, but he was no longer breathing.
"So, I look forward to …"
Pa! Pa! Pa!
"World peace!"
Pa! Pa! Pa!
In the last two sentences, bullets flew out like a storm. Like brave soldiers encircling and annihilating their enemies, they spun and flew toward the remaining four famous killers.
"No!" The two weaklings, who had been shot by Luke earlier, wailed again.
It was only at that moment that they realized that the two bullets that Luke shot out had actually drawn an S shape in the air.
How can there be an S shape in a curved shot? You're shameless! The thought flashed through their minds, and their heads exploded.
The other two who were uninjured had already been targeted by the four S-shaped bullets, and they didn't even have time to scream before they collapsed on the street.
Peace was restored in the factory.
Luke still had his head raised and his eyes closed. He spread out his arms and raised his guns as if he were intoxicated, like a star who had just finished his finale performance.
Ten meters away from him, Sloan's old face was even darker than before.
Twelve famous assassins with extraordinary abilities died just like that.
Their abilities were stronger and they were faster, so they died very quickly.
In front of Luke, who was determined to kill them all, they weren't any more resistant than the ordinary assassins from a few days ago.
For a straight-A student who could score 100 points, those who scored 60 or 80 points were trash.
The reason why a straight-A student could score 100 points was because there were only 100 points on the test paper.
No matter what kind of bad student they were, they would only end up being crushed into ashes.
Faced with Luke, both the ordinary assassins and the group of famous assassins were far inferior.
That was why they were dead. They died in the factory in less than five seconds.
Sloan's eyes flickered, and he finally said, "You're not a Night Demon."
Luke slowly opened his eyes and lowered his head to meet the old guy's eyes. He was still smiling faintly. "Congratulations, you're right."
Staring at him for a moment, Sloan said again, "Killing people, reciting poems, and so strong …"
Pausing for a moment, he suddenly said, "You're that V! A V without a smiley face mask! "
Luke smiled again. "That's right, you're right again. Now, I've decided to pick you as the lucky audience and die on the spot. "
Bang!
Bang! He raised his hand and fired two shots.
Sloan's figure flashed, and he actually dodged the two shots. At the same time, an Antique Mauser pistol appeared in his hand.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! All four bullets flew over in an arc.
Luke was slightly surprised, but he simply moved sideways to avoid Sloan's attack. He said with a smile, "It seems that you're not the Sloan I know."
As he said that, he fired two more shots without hesitation.
Sloan dodged again, and his face finally darkened. "Young man, you know nothing about strength!"
As he spoke, he raised his gun, and his arm turned into a blur as he charged straight at Luke, as if he wanted to fight him at close range.
Narrowing his eyes, Luke met him head-on. His guns burst out with double firepower as he fought back.
The complete version of gun-kata was activated once again. The explosive power and superb physical fitness allowed his body to continuously dodge left and right, completely dodging the incoming bullets.
Sloan, on the other hand, didn't dodge at all. His body also turned into a blur as he pounced at Luke.
In the blink of an eye, Luke realized that the bullets that hit Sloan only left bullet holes on his body.
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