This squad leader was the third person from the bottom of the two squads. He only had two comrades left in front of him.
While the two of them were leaning against the shelf and the wall, wary of the corridor between the shelves, Luke pulled the axe out of the captain's throat and swung his arms out to hit the side of their necks.
Looking at the axe that was stuck there, stained with blood, Luke decisively gave up on the murder weapons.
The first few people had been hit in the back of their necks, and hadn't bled much, but the last three had been hit in major arteries.
He couldn't keep the axe, or it would spill blood all over his suit.
With this in mind, he looked at the surrounding walls again and chose a pair of modern handicrafts — Western sabers.
It would be embarrassing to fight in someone else's collection hall, but it was better not to touch antique weapons.
Luke couldn't help but curl his lip as soon as he picked up the swords. Sure enough, it was something that some enthusiast had made up.
They had extremely flashy gold hollowed out handguards, but they were much sturdier than antiques in the eighteenth century.
They were far heavier than modern fencing equipment. The impractical hollowed out handguards, as well as the same terrible counterweights, were ample proof that these antique swords were mostly for decoration. The makers had never considered that they would one day be used in actual combat.
Reviewing the quality of the swords, Lu, the combat master, lowered the swords on either side of him as he lightly stepped forward.
This was an auxiliary ability developed from Elementary Telekinesis. It could be used to pad one's feet and restrict the movement of one's clothes. This function was worth the time of the research.
The ten criminals in the corridor on the right were quickly retreating. At that moment, it had only been ten seconds since the first person opened fire.
The commander could monitor the criminals' night-vision goggles in real time.
So, he immediately noticed that something was wrong with the ten people in the corridor on the left. He decisively ordered the team on the right to retreat, and the criminals outside sent another twenty people in.
At this point, there were only about eighty people left in this operation, out of a hundred people.
There were fifty people outside the collection hall and thirty people inside.
At the same time, the commander said in a low voice on a separate channel, "He's on the second floor."
There were only two light knocks on the other side to indicate that he had received the message, and then there was no more movement.
The commander exhaled and focused his attention on the battle again.
If possible, he hoped that ten of his teammates would be alive, so that he wouldn't have to fight.
As for the fact that his teammates had all died and he was the only one left alive, the commander did not hold any hope.
It was the same as rolling the dice. The chances of being bet on by someone was next to nothing.
The outcome of the battle ultimately depended on Night Devil John's attack, as well as his true trump card.
The two parties that decided the outcome of the battle were not under his control.
He was just a chess piece, not a player.
After doing everything he could, he could only wait for fate to descend upon him.
…
The music was still echoing in the collection hall.
When Luke connected the phone to the broadcast system, he chose to play it on loop.
It would go on ringing like that to drown out part of the noise of his movements, mainly the sound of the bandits dying, so that he could take them down one by one.
For him, who possessed Elementary Sound Wave, a suitable background music would not affect his performance.
For example, at this moment, he raised his head and looked at a window on the third floor through the ceiling, his eyes flashing with excitement.
An expert had entered! Furthermore, there were three of them.
However, he suppressed the urge to look for these two experts.
There were ten more criminals on the second floor, and twenty more on the first floor.
The experts were roast ducks, which tasted wonderful. They wouldn't be able to fly if they were too ripe.
These bandits, on the other hand, might scatter if he used too much strength. He didn't have the time to look for them one by one.
So, he had to finish the fried beans first before he enjoyed the roast duck.
Thinking that, Luke abruptly sped up and flew up from the corridor between the two rows of shelves. He leapt through the shelves and entered the corridor on the right.
After he left the shelves, two heads wearing night-vision goggles appeared in front of him.
They were two people who had brought up the rear.
When the two groups on the left were destroyed, the commander had immediately warned them to be on the lookout for a sneak attack from the back, so the last two were on guard.
But Luke had cut in between the ones who had broken through and the ones who had advanced, and was in the ten men's blind spot as he leapt out from the top of the shelf.
Naturally, the commander's real-time surveillance camera couldn't detect him.
Luke stabbed out with his two swords, which was also the most suitable way for them to attack.
Like sharp awls, the tips of the swords accurately pierced the necks of the two criminals who had brought up the rear.
Tapping his feet lightly, Luke flicked his hands back before he turned around, and the tips of the swords stabbed into the necks of the two criminals behind him.
Chi!
In less than half a second, the four criminals were stiff and on the verge of death.
Compared with short, straight axes that mainly focused on hacking, this pair of swords was more suitable for stabbing.
Stabbing, on the other hand, was definitely the fastest way to attack.
In Luke's hands, this pair of fancy, antique swords had turned into real killing weapons.
He had been playing around when he had cut down the ten criminals with the axe earlier, but this stab with the two swords was a killing technique that was completely focused on efficiency.
Luke moved on the ground. This time, he wasn't worried about blood splashing on him with the longsword in his hand.
With a shake of his wrists, the originally straight and slender swords bent slightly as he stabbed at the criminals who were strolling around.
Cold stars flashed in the night sky. Several criminals who saw Luke didn't even have time to scream before their throats were slit.
They couldn't scream or move, and could only die stiffly.
In the end, Luke threw out his swords, which sank into the eyes of two criminals and nailed them to the wall and the ground.
The criminals around him were still in the same position as before they were hit. A few seconds later, there was a series of thuds as seven or eight bodies fell to the ground.
Luke grabbed a pair of Arabian machetes that he had already set his eyes on.
They were antique artifacts with exaggerated shapes and bright colors.
The golden hilt and the long and slender blade, which was curved like a large sickle with a wrong opening, were their most eye-catching features.
Grabbing the two machetes, Luke drifted to the top of the stairs.
The twenty people who had just entered were rushing up to the second floor, when a black figure floated over from the side.
Before the six people on the second floor could react, Luke stepped on the wall and turned around, slashing the necks of two people who were slightly below the second floor with the two machetes.
Standing on the handrail in the corner, Luke took advantage of the momentum to spin, and the slender machetes followed his outstretched arm as they drew two slanted arcs in the air.
The upward slash of the machetes hit the necks of two people who were on the top half of the stairs, and the downward slash of the machetes hit the two criminals who were on guard at the corner.
As he spun, Luke floated up and landed at the bottom half of the stairs. With two slashes, the tactical eyepieces of the two criminals' faces split open, and the cuts were clean and neat.
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