Thus, after chatting with Bell for a while, Luke got a batch of steel balls from her.
The steel balls were slightly smaller than longans, but they weren't light. It was easy for Luke to punch holes in an ordinary person's head when he threw them.
If he was a little stealthy and hit the joints, it would still hurt a lot.
Using this thing, he had knocked out several hooligans' guns, stopped a few robberies, and raped a woman. Without even showing his face, he had thrown a steel ball at the hooligans from more than ten meters away, and they had immediately fainted.
As for fingerprints? Hehe, of course, he always wore gloves.
Luke was a little tempted to earn a lot of credit points while he was strolling around.
New York, the capital of crime, was truly a great place to farm experience and credit points. There were all kinds of minor crimes to be caught.
That also meant that he couldn't run out of experience and credit points.
After two days, Luke earned more than 130 experience and credit points, which wasn't any less than what he had earned in Los Angeles.
But that was just a temporary thought.
New York was a major battlefield where many supervillains, superheroes, and even alien experts and fleets had landed.
Luke was too weak at the moment, and didn't want to dive in yet.
It would be like entering a high-level leveling spot right after he left the beginner's village. It would be easy for a monster to kill him.
The advantage of a chaotic metropolis was that he could try out his first robbery here.
It didn't matter whether he succeeded or failed; the most important thing was to familiarize himself with the business.
In the end, he targeted a bunch of drug dealers in Queens.
The main reason was that this place was close to where he lived. It was a ten-minute drive, which was convenient for him to go back and forth.
There were a few suitable targets in Brooklyn, but they were much farther away, and it would take more than an hour to drive there and back.
During the day, Luke took a bus around the area and had lunch at a fast food restaurant nearby. Having a basic understanding of the situation, Luke decided to take action that night.
In the afternoon, Luke was alone in his apartment as he unhurriedly drew on a mask.
After a long time, he finally put down the paint in his hand in satisfaction and dried it with a hairdryer.
It was a disposable item, and didn't need to be too good.
Elsa came back in the evening, and Luke greeted her before he closed the door and went to bed.
At ten o 'clock, Luke knew that Elsa must've fallen asleep since there was no sound in the room next door.
This career-driven woman had been very tired these past few days in the police station looking up information.
Luke opened the door with a black backpack on his back.
This was a civilian area, and there weren't any surveillance cameras around. Luke quickly changed into a new set of clothes, and purposely made certain parts of his body bulge.
The last time Sergei was discovered, it was because his figure had been simulated by a computer. Of course, he wouldn't be so stupid.
There was also a backpack on his back, which ruined the integrity of his back.
The shoes on his feet were also changed into a pair of larger leather boots with raised innards.
A hoodie was a good choice. With the hood over his head, no one could see his face clearly.
After walking a block, Luke hailed a cab and went to a bar near their destination for the night.
After paying the fare at the bar, he didn't go in. Instead, he went around to the back alley, flipped over the trash can, and used both hands to climb over the wall.
This was an old apartment building.
Standing in a corner, Luke changed his clothes again.
Two minutes later, Luke examined himself and didn't find anything wrong. He put on his backpack and walked unhurriedly into the apartment building.
The walls of the apartment building were old green. Under the corrosion of time, the bright green of the past had become somewhat dull, and it looked like it was filled with an inferior aura.
Luke went to the third floor and turned a corner, where a short fatty with headphones was playing with himself.
It wasn't until Luke was five or six meters away from him that the black fatty noticed him and turned around.
Then, he saw a black muzzle pointing at him.
The fatty opened his mouth, but didn't dare say anything.
Luke made a few gestures, and the fatty obediently opened the door next to him, before he knelt on the ground.
In the next moment, the fatty felt a pain in the back of his head, and passed out.
Luke retracted his hand and searched the fatty, before he shook his head regretfully.
The guy only had a knife on him.
Holding the knife in his hand, Luke closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before he activated Sharp Nose.
Countless scent lines formed, and he soon locked onto the people in the room.
Six men and one woman!
Two were on the sofa on the right, a man and a woman were on the sofa in the middle, two were on the sofa on the left, and one was in the bathroom.
Luke walked into the room at a normal pace.
The black man on the right who was playing a game with a controller was stunned. "What the hell?!"
However, Luke pointed the gun in his right hand at him. Holding the knife in his left hand, he put his index finger to his lips and gestured for him to keep quiet.
The black man grew nervous. His friend who was playing with him glared at him in dissatisfaction, then turned his head, only to be stunned as well.
In the next moment, a woman in a super short red leather dress shrieked, "Ah!"
Luke tilted his head and seemed to be observing the woman's long dress, which was only connected by a few strings from her chest to her abdomen.
She was sitting on her side on the back of the sofa, so she was facing Luke, which was why she was able to see him when she turned her head.
The black man next to her was very alert. He abruptly dropped the controller and grabbed a gun next to him, before he turned around and aimed it at Luke.
Luke quickly waved his left hand, and the knife that he had been holding instantly disappeared. In the next moment, it was stabbed in the black man's chest.
He looked at the saber hilt in his chest with a confused expression. The spear in his hand loosened and fell to the ground.
With a flash, Luke appeared in front of the black man and caught the gun with his left hand.
With his right hand, he put the Glock 23 back into his waistband. He quickly unloaded the gun from the black man's hand and reloaded it.
They hadn't expected Luke to do this in front of them, and didn't know what to do for a moment.
By the time the four men on the sofa were about to get up, Luke had already finished checking his gun. He raised the gun and pointed it at the two people on the right who were closest to him.
This was … really bad!
These people were all scoundrels who had killed before, but what was happening in front of them was really a little weird.
In their eyes, the man in black who had snuck in was like a ghost.
He was wearing a wide cape and a Zorro hat, and his clothes and boots were all black.
Only the mask on his face had a weird and kind smile, as well as a neatly drawn mustache.
As he tilted his head slightly to size them up, the men and women all felt a chill run down their spines at first glance.
Luke took out a small recorder from his pocket and pressed the play button. A mechanical voice rang out. "Where's the money?"
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