The soldiers split into two groups, with two members rushing out from the front of the flanking teams.
Luke's hands blurred at the same time, and the four daggers disappeared. The four criminals dropped to the ground as soon as they pulled the triggers.
Two of them had been stabbed in the head, and the other two had been stabbed in the chest.
But that didn't stop the criminals behind them from attacking. Four more people charged out.
If it wasn't for the narrow passage, they definitely would've pushed more people forward. But now, they could only advance in twos.
This was also the position that Luke had chosen. It was surrounded by shelves of different heights, which was the best place for him to fight multiple enemies at the beginning.
Besides, he was always a little faster than the criminals.
After throwing out the four knives, he grabbed the four knives on the table with both hands and threw them to the left and right again. At the same time, he leaped over the counter in front of him, sped up, and slammed into a tall cabinet two meters away.
There was a crash and a few screams at the same time.
Two of the four criminals from the second group were killed and the other two were seriously injured, but nobody was paying attention to them anymore.
Luke didn't stop after knocking down the tall cabinet. He continued charging forward and broke through the gap in the criminals' pocket formation.
But passively falling into a trap was different from actively attacking.
When he knocked down the tall cabinet, he pulled out two daggers from his waist and threw them at the criminals to his left and right.
His charge was too fast, and these people's attention was on the passage in front of them, and they didn't have time to turn to the side.
Two daggers suddenly appeared on the side of the heads of two criminals. They were killed instantly.
Luke's toes touched the ground as he charged forward again.
Boom! Clang!
The second cabinet was knocked over, and Luke successfully charged into the bottom of the encirclement. He grabbed his waist again and threw out two daggers, hitting the heads of two criminals at two o 'clock and ten o' clock respectively.
His eyes flashing with excitement, he lifted the hem of his suit and bent down to turn around, dodging the bullets that swept at him from behind.
His hands suddenly blurred, and there was a series of whooshing sounds as two criminals each fell at three o 'clock and nine o' clock.
With a light tap of his toes, his figure turned around and shot back. The hem of his suit rose, but it didn't stop him from reaching for the last two military knives at his waist.
This time, his hands moved from the bottom to the top, and he threw out the two sabers in a more effortless throwing position. The two criminals who were turning around were stabbed in the chest again.
In less than ten seconds, 18 of the 30 people who had just entered had fallen.
The attacking criminals were shocked, and the commander outside was flabbergasted.
In just a few seconds, Luke had fully demonstrated the three essentials of a killer — speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.
Every slash was fatal, and every slash was sure to hit its target without pause.
The three pairs of eyes surrounding him in the dark also showed surprise, but there was no fear.
Until now, everything Luke had done was still within the range of a normal person.
What surprised them was that the information from before only mentioned that Night Devil John's marksmanship was accurate, but it didn't specifically mention that he was so skilled with cold weapons.
But that was all.
Coincidentally, any one of the three of them could crush Night Devil John in terms of speed.
No matter how good it was to be fast, accurate, and ruthless, it was meaningless against an opponent who was even faster.
But the three of them didn't make a move right away. The real opportunity was still lacking.
At that moment, Luke had killed eighteen people in a row, but he was truly surrounded. At the same time, he had thrown away the sabers at his waist.
He rolled over a counter, and the place where he had been standing was hit by the sound of glass shattering.
Without hesitation, he punched the counter next to him, grabbed two Roman daggers, and threw them at a shelf seven or eight meters away.
Although they were daggers, they were as heavy and long as machetes.
The two ruffians had just leaned against the frame and were about to turn their heads, when they heard a thud and felt a sharp pain in their chests. The heavy Roman dagger had pierced through the wood of the frame and pierced through them.
Their teammates didn't care about them, and continued to close in on the target as they opened fire.
Luke tossed out two daggers and did a push-up before he jumped five meters away.
Pieces of glass flew above his head. He reached into the broken counter, picked up two simple single-edged axes, and threw them out with two whooshing sounds.
The axes on the heads of the two bandits who had just appeared were sent flying like two unicorns.
Luke grabbed them again, and frowned at the two spear tips in his hands. These things … weren't suitable for throwing.
But he didn't put them back. As he turned around, he flicked his wrists to the left and right, and the spear tips shot out at the two criminals who were charging at him from behind.
In the end, there was finally a slight deviation in the "spear throwing" this time.
The spear tips, which had been aimed at the two men's chests from the bottom up, were slanted at a much lower angle, and directly missed their abdomens.
The two men fell without a sound and clutched the spear tips with both hands, twisting on the ground like dying fish.
Luke was a little embarrassed.
But as a thug, he had to be prepared to explode.
He decisively slid two meters away on the slippery floor to approach another counter that he had his eyes on, which was full of short daggers.
Crouching next to the counter, he grabbed six daggers and stomped hard on the counter, causing it to slide dozens of centimeters away.
Using this kick, his body passed through the bottom of a raised counter and slid through a gap to the center of a few counters. He flipped over and raised his hands to shoot out two daggers.
Two of the four criminals who were gathered together on one side had just turned around and opened their mouths, but they didn't even have time to scream before the daggers shot into their mouths.
Luke didn't stop as he quickly approached.
The remaining two criminals habitually charged out, only to see Luke raise his hands two meters away, and two scimitars flew out and stabbed into their eyes.
At that moment, only six criminals were left from the second batch of 20 and the third batch of 30.
The remaining four people from the second batch had been on the second floor, but under the command of their commander, they charged down when they heard the gunshots downstairs. In the end, they ran into Luke, who had charged into the bottom of the encirclement, and were instantly sent flying.
At that moment, the remaining six didn't dare move.
The battle just now had been too fast and intense.
Even though they had participated in more than a hundred battles, these criminals had never seen such a fierce fight.
In less than a minute, only six of the 34 people were left, and the legendary Night Devil, who was said to be a god of marksmanship, had killed dozens of his teammates with just a cold weapon without firing a single shot.
So, a legendary assassin was such a terrifying existence?
The confidence of these six experienced bandits completely collapsed. Even the commander's order to attack seemed to come from a very distant place.
The rapid secretion of adrenaline was no longer enough to excite them. Instead, their hands and feet were shaking like crazy.
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