Under the commander's cold-blooded and efficient orders, Luke sensed that something was different.
Most of the gang members he had dealt with before, no matter how fierce and elite they were, were limited. If three or five of them died out of ten, the rest of them wouldn't be able to keep up.
Tonight, however, these people were more like death squads.
Death had some effect on them, but it wasn't enough to make them disperse.
However, he really didn't want them to run away.
The six criminals just now were worth three to five hundred points each, and he had earned more than two thousand experience and credit points just like that. He didn't want them to run away.
If he could, would it have taken him only ten seconds to kill six of them?
That was more than enough time for him to kill the fifteen members of Team 2 several times over.
Cutting flesh with a small knife and boiling a frog in warm water were the wrong terms in a real situation.
People would be scared off when they were cut with a small knife, and frogs would jump out of warm water. But in a psychological game, this principle was always effective.
Luke didn't mind giving the other side hope and time, and he was also giving himself time. If he could get some experience and credit points first, fewer people would slip through the net in the final wave.
Just like that, the two sides, each with their own ulterior motives, worked together perfectly and started a huge battle.
The place Luke chose wasn't a residential area, but a business district.
What most business districts had in common was that there were a lot of people during the day and no one at night.
There was enough time and space for both sides to decide the victor here.
After killing the six criminals from Team 2, Luke didn't immediately retreat, but wandered around the building.
The windows and doors of the three-story building became his firing points, and four more of the gangsters who had surrounded him fell.
Then, before the other side could close in, Luke dashed out of a side door and slipped out of the encirclement along a flower bed.
"He's breaking through the gap between Team 1 and Team 4," the commander reminded him again.
But as he spoke, Luke had already floated out from behind the flower bed. He suddenly straightened his bent body, and his rapid footsteps turned into quick footsteps.
The two Glocks in his hands exploded.
Bullets flew in front of the two groups of criminals who had just turned toward him, and they subconsciously crouched down for cover.
This was a conditioned reflex that the criminals had developed after a long period of fighting, and didn't follow the commander's will.
In fact, it was all thanks to Luke that most of the bullets were fired randomly at the criminals without really aiming.
Only two criminals stood in his way.
One of them crouched on the railing on the side of the road, while the other advanced forward two meters apart.
At that moment, Luke suddenly appeared ten meters away from them.
The criminal who was crouching and raising his gun immediately pulled the trigger and fired two bursts to report Luke's location.
Pa!
There was a hole in his right tactical eyepiece, and he fell on his back.
This was the first person Luke had aimed at during the breakout.
The other man was crouching and raising his gun, but his line of sight was blocked by the junk around him, and he didn't notice Luke immediately.
When he came out from behind the junk, gunshots rang out not far behind him.
He finally caught a glimpse of a black figure from the corner of his eyes, and he immediately pointed his gun at it.
But although the black figure's movements weren't hurried, they weren't fast either. They were just slightly faster than the muzzle of his gun.
Just as the muzzle of his gun was about to catch up with the figure, the other party was already five meters away from him.
The criminal couldn't help but pull the trigger.
Luke's expression was indifferent. Ignoring the bullet that brushed past him twenty centimeters away, he charged past the criminal and casually raised his hand.
Pa!
The criminal's head tilted to the side and he fell to the ground.
At that moment, Luke suddenly moved sideways.
Bang!
There was the dull sound of a gunshot, and a bullet hit where he had just been standing.
Luke, however, was already hiding in the shadows behind the building. He shook his head inwardly. It wasn't the sniper.
The top sniper that he had expected wasn't among the people who had appeared tonight.
The difference between the top and the elite was huge, just like the difference between the top ten and the top five hundred in an industry.
Although neither of them could hit Luke, they definitely restricted his movements in different ways.
Besides, these criminals weren't strong enough to trigger an obvious reaction from his "danger perception," because they were too weak for him.
Most of his attention was now focused on the movements around him.
Killing these small fries was just for experience and credit points, but killing the top sniper would be a win-win situation.
It was obvious who was more important.
Experience and credit points could be gathered from gangs and secret agencies, but it was hard to meet a top sniper.
Luke didn't lack anything at the moment, except for the feeling that he had when he became a top sniper.
With this, if he wanted to get rid of some troublesome people, all he had to do was shoot from afar.
Whoever wanted to investigate could go ahead and investigate. In any case, he would not expose his sniping ability.
Of course, he had a backup candidate — Cross.
But Cross wasn't a bad guy, and his super long-range sniping ability had long been recorded. There was no need for Luke to bring disaster upon the father and son.
The enemy commander reacted quickly.
Team One and Team Four changed directions and maintained their firepower to control his range of movement.
Team Two and Team Three sped up to flank him.
As Luke weaved through the gaps between the houses, he raised his head to take a look.
There were several drones circling in the sky. Although they weren't as powerful as his medium-sized drone, they were firmly locked onto his position.
With this, the enemy commander's orders were always timely.
Luke's lips curled up.
He wasn't afraid of them being too strong; he was afraid of them being too weak.
If he didn't give them something to look forward to, he wouldn't be able to take them down.
These people weren't as good as the hitmen who had formed up at the last minute, but their teamwork was more precise and efficient.
They maintained a scattered formation and didn't give him a chance to catch them all in one fell swoop. They simply used their superior firepower to restrict his movements.
That was the combat standard of a regular team! Luke sighed inwardly.
More than a hundred elite veterans, coupled with good teamwork, could completely crush the real John Wick.
A normal person wouldn't be able to withstand the tidal wave of attacks.
Luke was also controlling his speed. He was only relying on his accurate marksmanship and the concealment of Night Devil John's aura to take advantage of the time difference when they met.
It was impossible to ambush him, because he couldn't hide from the surveillance drones.
As the two sides chased, the enemy paid the price of another seven deaths to force Luke into a building.
When he stepped into the three-story building, there was a smile on his face and he exhaled, "It's a big house."
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Seeing him walk into the building, the commander sneered. "He's entered Location 3. Act according to plan."
Two seconds after he said that, the power to the building was cut off, and several lights went out at the same time, plunging it into darkness.
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