Holding his gun in one hand, the knight in the black leather coat couldn't help but wipe the dust off his face with the other, revealing his dark skin and African features.
"Daywalker?" someone cried out in surprise.
The knight narrowed his eyes and looked at the person behind the two who were fighting.
It was Vampire No. 1 who had cried out. He looked at the last intruder in horror and called out the name that could scare a bunch of vampires out of their pants.
Wiping away the dust on his face, the Daywalker, who had just been recognized by his sworn enemy, grinned ferociously. "You seem to be an old ghost!"
At that moment, Daywalker and Vampire No. 1 were facing each other, and Luke and Bullseye were shooting at each other. The four of them formed a cross.
As soon as Daywalker said that, he threw out another dart.
When it came to vampires, he never wasted any time and just went straight to the point.
Luke's eyes flickered. He casually tossed aside the empty Glock and drew a second one from his waist. With a series of popping sounds, he pressed it down on the center line.
Bullseye fired back twice before he decisively lunged behind the counter. As he crouched down and moved forward, he unloaded the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one.
Ever since he had been forced to run because of the number of bullets he had, he was much more sensitive to the number of bullets he had.
When he ran into another super strong opponent, the sense of crisis that he didn't have enough ammunition would linger in his heart and become a psychological trauma.
As a result, he didn't dare throw away his gun like before, because the other party might catch him when he switched guns and kill him in one go.
But he had just seen the guy throw away a gun.
An opportunity to kill his opponent in one go might present itself.
Counting the bullets left in Luke's Glock, he flicked out the gun and fired twice.
Luke raised his shield and blocked the two bullets again.
Bullseye cursed inwardly. I f * cking hate people who use shields! Especially when this guy has a strong sense of judgment.
Luke didn't have time to deal with him. He simply raised his left ring finger and little finger and hooked at the silver boomerang that was flying at him.
The silver boomerang was like a child who had returned home. He caught it and spun it rapidly on his two fingers.
Seeing this, the Daywalkers' faces darkened. They were completely baffled by Luke's actions.
But Luke simply turned around and added more strength to the boomerang before he threw it out. Its target was still Vampire No. 1.
At the same time, the Glock pointed at No.1 fired again.
Number One only had time to put his hands in front of his face before he heard two clanging sounds coming from the steel plates on the back of his hands. The shattered bullets left two small dents on his forehead.
Without hesitation, he chose to crouch down and pounce on the other side where there were no bullets.
As soon as he put down his hands, he felt a silver light spinning towards his body.
Puchi!
The silver boomerang cut into his neck and stuck in his neck bone.
A gurgling sound came from Number One's throat, and his eyes were filled with despair. A spark lit up on his neck, and soon after, the spark quickly spread up and down, and his entire body exploded.
In the system notification, 12,000 experience and credit points were instantly transferred to his account.
Satisfied, Luke turned the gun.
Bang, bang, bang!
Bullseye's head had just popped out when he was hit by a bullet from the side.
Cursing No.1 inwardly for being useless, Luke aimed his gun at the Daywalkers who had suddenly intervened in the battle and fired a few shots.
The Daywalkers, however, immediately hid behind a counter while they were firing.
He had clearly seen Luke and Bullseye's battle just now, and knew that they were both ridiculously strong. If he wasn't careful, he would be killed.
While the Daywalkers stalled Bullseye, Luke immediately turned around and fired at No.3. He quickly moved sideways and headed straight for the stairs.
On the other side, No.3's eyes were still filled with bloodthirsty killing intent, but his body obediently … started to run.
Whether it was Luke, who had killed two of his kind in a row, or the Daywalkers who had just broken in, he couldn't beat either of them.
Bullseye, whom he had been counting on just now, wasn't enough to give him any confidence.
Vampires were extremely selfish and had no sense of shame, nor did they treat Bullseye as a teammate.
Even if the commander told him that Bullseye was one of their own, it was the same.
As a ghost who had been born for a hundred years, humans would always be food and toys to him, not even worth a fart.
Thus, No.3 decisively ran away. In any case, he was valuable enough. At most, he would be punished if he went back.
His plan was to go up to the second floor and then leave through the window, so that he wouldn't be blown back by the grenades at the entrance on the first floor.
Leaving through the main entrance was one thing, but he would have to pass by Luke and the Daywalkers. It would be a miracle if he could survive that.
But as a master of sneaking and an expert at killing, how could No.3 let him go?
Based on No.1 and No.2's performance, No.3 had at least ten thousand experience and credit points on him. It would be a waste to run away.
Thus, the two of them rushed to the stairs one after the other.
No.3, who had just tasted the power of cold weapons, finally understood what it felt like to be the Night Demon's strongest gun technique.
Constantly changing directions, he dodged the first three bullets in a row, but the fourth hit his waist, the fifth hit his thigh, and the sixth hit his calf.
When he dodged the first three bullets, the last three bullets hit him consecutively, as if they had been waiting for him.
The bullets didn't affect him much. A normal person would fall to their knees in pain after being shot, but his body only paused slightly, and there wasn't even a delay of 0.1 seconds.
But when it came to Luke, who was faster and had better reflexes, the delay was fatal.
When his calf was hit, he inevitably slowed down a little.
Because of that, Luke blocked the stairs in advance and threw a shield at him.
No.3 could only change directions and dodge the Knight's Shield that flew in his way.
The distance between Luke and him quickly shortened from seven or eight meters to five or three meters.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The muzzle of the Glock spewed out sparks in the darkness. No.3 only had time to protect his face with his claws before he felt pain in his hands and legs.
All the bullets rained down on his limbs, further delaying his movements.
Luke then grabbed No.3's right claw with his free right hand. He stuck to No.3's back, and his left hand went under No.3's armpit. The two of them turned around and switched positions.
Bang! Bang!
Bullseye suddenly fired three bullets at No.3's face and chest.
No.3 paused, and his hands and body were suddenly unable to resist.
Luke pressed down on the man's right claw and made a gesture of committing suicide.
Puchi!
No.3's head flew up. As it spun in the air, his body and head exploded into sparks.
With the 15,000 experience and credit points in his account, Luke looked at Bullseye, who was fighting the Daywalker.
Bullseye seemed to sense Luke's malicious gaze. He turned around and didn't panic, but immediately bent down and charged at the Daywalker.
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