The criminals who were chasing Luke put down the night vision goggles on their helmets. A few seconds later, four teams of five snuck in through several entrances. Someone had set up traps at the entrances and locked onto one of the entrances and exits.
This way, the Night Devil wouldn't be able to escape.
The two parties would have a dogfight in this building until the victor was decided.
Luke, who quickly went up to the third floor, smiled when he saw that the building had suddenly turned dark. It seemed that the other party didn't know the title of Night Devil very well!
He reloaded his guns and put them back into his waistband. He then took down a pair of handicrafts from the wall.
This three-story building looked ordinary, but it had few windows and doors, and didn't have many rooms. Furthermore, it was filled with shelves filled with all kinds of cold weapons.
That was why there weren't any windows here, because it wasn't a place for people to live in, but a collection of cold weapons.
Luke wasn't sure if these cold weapons were cultural relics, but a lot of them indeed looked and smelled very old, and many were clearly imitations made with modern technology.
There were many types of cold weapons, ranging from finger knives, sabers, daggers, longswords, two-handed swords, machetes, scimitars, sabers, flails, shields, scythes, spears, and war hammers.
The weapons that Luke had just taken down were a pair of one-handed axes.
The axes were forty centimeters long, small and exquisite, and had complicated patterns etched on them.
Rather than calling them weapons, they were more like modern handicrafts.
Luke could smell the chemicals on them, which were the remnants of the patterns etched on the axes.
But he wouldn't take them away. It wouldn't be considered illegal theft. If he used them to kill a few people, he could leave some fees before he left. Daddy System wouldn't deduct points.
As he walked past a place, Luke's eyes suddenly flickered, and he stopped.
Then, he stood in front of a circuit and stuck the axes into the back of his waist. After fiddling with it for a moment, he connected a smartphone to the circuit and had North Star send him a BGM. He then played it.
Grinding points was boring, but life had to be interesting. A certain someone decided to find a little fun for himself on this journey of grinding points.
At that moment, four teams had entered the building. They were covering each other as they searched for Luke.
Apart from the soft rustling of footsteps, the building was silent.
Suddenly, a series of heavy drumbeats rang out, startling the bandits.
Then, the saxophone was mixed in with the drumming. The rhythm was like a surging torrent in the dark night, accumulating power, waiting to explode.
Soon, the criminals realized that it was the sound coming from the collection hall's broadcasting system.
Everyone involuntarily raised their vigilance, and the commander outside had a solemn expression. "Calm down, don't panic. Slow down and prepare to fire at any moment. "
On the third floor, Luke, on the other hand, leisurely turned his body sideways with two axes in his hands, and unhurriedly moved to the top of the stairs following the sound of the drums.
The axe in his hands alternately moved in front of him. Following the rhythm, his body and head swayed along with it as he walked down to the second floor.
Then, he wandered to the shelf next to him and narrowed his eyes. As he moved forward, he sized up the weapons on the shelf and enjoyed this rare moment of peace.
The four squads soon finished searching the first floor. Finding nothing, they gathered at the stairs.
The leader turned around and made a few tactical signs. Then, he patted the criminals behind him and gestured for them to go up.
They went up one after another.
Listening to the light but clear footsteps, Luke smiled as he unhurriedly danced his axes in the shelf and slid forward.
When the four squads reached the second floor, they could still hear the strange music. The music was getting faster and faster, as if it was about to reach a climax.
Getting rid of their nervousness, the four squads advanced in two directions.
Then, the criminal on the right at the front suddenly stopped and pulled the trigger.
The sound of gunfire broke the harmony of the music, and all the criminals immediately surrounded him.
Two squads advanced from the left side of the stairs, and the other two spread out from the right side, where they had opened fire first.
While they were moving forward at a high speed, Luke jumped off the ledge and escaped from the encirclement as easily as a child crossing a river on a pebble.
At the last moment when he swept down from the shelf, his Psyche Power supported the soles of his feet just right, dissipating the force of his body's fall, and he stood silently in the left passage.
In front of him were the backs of the heads of the ten criminals from the two squads.
Humming the rhythm in his heart to perfectly match the music from the broadcast system, Luke glided toward the two squads in front of him as if he were skating on ice.
The bright blade of the axe was like the fangs of a ferocious beast as it was raised high and fell quietly.
There was the faint sound of flesh and bones being split open. The two criminals at the back stiffened, but they didn't fall right away.
Luke had specifically chosen the moment when their feet touched the ground and their center of gravity was the most stable. Naturally, he wouldn't let them fall right away.
They didn't die right away. It was just that their cervical nerves had been severed, and they still had time to witness the attack from their teammates in front of them.
In the night vision goggles, a figure floated out from between them. His body was slightly bent, and he was holding an axe in both hands.
While he was moving forward quickly, he was still following the beat of the music, and his body and axe were both swaying rhythmically.
This person … was actually still dancing?
The two criminals who were on the verge of death were confused. Why was he dancing? What kind of person had they run into?
While they were puzzled and unwilling, they saw the figure's axes suddenly flash, and two more of their companions froze on the spot.
They suddenly realized that this was how they were going to die.
With that thought, their consciousness fell into eternal darkness.
Luke didn't care about the temporary spectators behind him. All he did was spin and jump, and he could even swing the axes with his eyes closed.
Elementary Combat Proficiency wasn't an ability for nothing.
Although he didn't have many opportunities to use axes, and he had just gotten these axes, he was like a veteran who had immersed himself in this art for more than ten years.
The axes looked very beautiful, but they weren't very stable, and definitely weren't good weapons for actual combat.
But in his hands, they were like a pair of obedient elves as they danced with him.
The music and the slight sound of the criminals moving forward masked the sound of the axes cutting through flesh and neck bones.
Luke floated through the group of criminals in a manner that was almost a demonstration of his skill.
The two groups in front of him were like wooden dummies with their backs to him. He raised his axes and brought them down, one after another.
It wasn't until the captain who was walking in the front turned his head to check on his teammates behind him out of habit that he felt his vision blur and his throat turn cold.
His eyes widened, he didn't know what was going on. In a daze, his body was pressed against the wall by the axes, and he leaned against the wall stiffly.
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