Out of the corner of his eye, Luke glanced at the vending machine around the corner.
A young woman in her twenties had one hand on the door of the vending machine and the other covering her back. Her face was scrunched up.
Her face was blue, and she was biting her lips. Tears and snot were running down her face, and her black eyeshadow left two black trails on her cheeks. She looked like a female lead in a horror movie.
But the woman couldn't cry. Unimaginable pain was spreading from her abdomen and thighs, as if they were being pulled inward.
She could only open her mouth and breathe in and out.
The woman was wearing a white shirt and a fancy denim vest, and a pair of tight jeans. She looked very fashionable.
But at that moment, her thighs were clenched and trembling, and her protruding breasts made the blue jeans look even rounder.
With just one look, Luke understood why she was a victim.
Her companion, a slightly plump woman in casual clothes, was much luckier, and asked anxiously what was wrong with the jeans.
Sometimes, having a pretty face wasn't a good thing. Luke could only shake his head in sympathy.
The Thousand Year Kill in real life wasn't as funny as it was in comics.
No matter how good their relationship was, it was easy to lose it like this.
Not to mention that a strange man had attacked a woman heavily. He wasn't joking at all, and he was even filming it.
Luke picked up the camera from the cameraman's body and calmly walked forward.
Whether it was the skinny man who had attacked the woman or the cameraman, they were all light red villains.
He didn't feel guilty at all about knocking them out.
Speaking of which, they had definitely stabbed a lot of women in the back. Giving them a concussion would be justice for those women.
As he thought that, he flipped through the files on the digital camera.
He wouldn't have known if he hadn't taken a look, but the moment he did, he was shocked.
Judging from the time in the video, these two guys had recorded four women being attacked since last night.
Looking at the women's reactions, Luke frowned and turned around to go back.
He went back to the cameraman first, and stepped on the man's hand.
With a crack, the guy screamed in pain, but he still didn't wake up.
Luke then walked over to the skinny man who was unconscious on the side of the road and kicked him between his legs, giving him a taste of his own medicine.
Of course, he controlled his strength.
Otherwise, the photographer would have had his hand amputated without surgery, and it would have been normal for the skinny man to have his hip dislocated.
Now, the two of them only needed to stay in the hospital for a few months.
Also, if they dared to do something like this again in the future, they would definitely eat sh * t when they ran — they had just been "defeated" by Luke, and their luck wouldn't be too good in the future.
The system actually gave him a total of 100 experience and credit points to deal with these two fellows.
Knocking out two people had only earned him 30 yuan, and when Luke went back to finish them off, he earned another 70 yuan. Clearly, the system also thought that they deserved it.
Behind him, the two women in front of the vending machine looked at the handsome man in the black windbreaker who came and went like the wind with dull faces.
The victim, Jeans, forgot the pain for a moment. After a moment, he came back to his senses and let out a cry.
Her companion woke up with a start. "Ouch, are you still in pain? That damned pervert is too … ugh! "
She couldn't help but look at the skinny man who was pouting even higher. She couldn't help but shiver. "H-he's not dead, is he?"
The victim endured the intense throbbing pain in his lower body and gritted his teeth. "It's better if this kind of hentai dies. Let's go, help me home. Don't call the police. "
Helping her walk a few steps, Jeans asked in a low voice, "Are you really not going to call the police?"
Jeans gasped and said with difficulty, "What, do you want me to bite the hand that feeds me?"
Thinking that it made sense, Jeans smacked her lips and suddenly smiled. "So handsome, so cold, and that black windbreaker. He looks like a domineering main character in a comic."
Jeans subconsciously nodded, then realized that something wasn't right. He pinched her arm hard. "Why are you green? It's still hurting. "
Jeans hurriedly apologized, but then said, "I'll think about it on my own after I take you home. Oh, I forgot to take a picture. I'll ask the supermarket owner to see if I can get a surveillance camera later. I'm going to record it. "
Jeans said, "Make a copy for me."
Jeans was surprised. "It doesn't hurt anymore?"
Jeans said, "It does, but maybe it won't hurt anymore if I look at him!"
Jeans was deep in thought. "That makes sense."
…
After avenging the women, Luke threw the camera into his inventory.
Since it had already happened, it wouldn't change the truth whether he watched it or showed it to Selina.
This video could be used as a case study for Selina's safety training class … right?
Compared with the 100 points he had just earned, his efficiency last night had increased severalfold.
After a day of intelligence reconnaissance, his actions had become more focused.
The illegal drugs that he had thrown into Tokyo Bay and the Japan Tourism Fund that he had stored in his inventory had both increased significantly.
Correspondingly, he had earned 13,000 experience and credit points.
Without such gains, he wouldn't have been in the mood to buy a certain dog head a bottle of 18 flavored soda.
But compared with the "blood money" in Mexico, there was basically only sweat and no blood in Japan.
It was the norm in Mexico for a gang to have several lives on their hands, but it was a dream in Japan.
In the few nests that he had taken down, there wasn't even a single bad guy who had killed people like flies. Their evil level was all built up by selling illegal drugs.
Luke only made a few of the leaders disappear, and didn't touch the other lackeys.
Perhaps there would soon be a legend like the Ghost Butcher in Tokyo, but that didn't matter; it would still clear his name.
…
That day, Luke moved around a few more places to confirm the terrain of Tokyo from a high vantage point.
At night, it was drizzling in Tokyo again.
Luke went out to earn points again, and didn't stop until ten at night.
At that moment, the rain was getting heavier, and Luke turned a corner.
Holding the transparent Hello Kitty umbrella that his friend from Tiantian's hometown had given him in one hand and the reusable bag that he had mended in the other, Luke slowly walked over to a food stall.
The words "Ping Family" formed by the red neon lights along the edge of the food stall reflected a faint red halo in the misty night rain.
This was Shinjuku Gyo-en, and the stall in front of him was the one that Luke had visited before.
It was one of the few food stalls that were open late at night; the rest were basically indoors.
The moment Luke stood in front of the food stall, the bald chef at the kitchen counter put down the kitchen knife in his hand and wiped his hands with a white, dry towel.
At the same time, he raised his slightly lowered head and looked at Luke, who was standing under the umbrella.
Then, he grinned and bowed. "I've heard a lot about you, Lord Wicker."
Luke smiled as well. He stepped forward and put the empty plastic bag on the stage. "Thank you for the bag. Also, just call me John. "
The bald chef: "Hi, please take a seat. Johansson. "
Luke: … It's a good thing I'm not pregnant.
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