Marcus was flabbergasted as he watched the whole time.
Silver table knives shot out in all directions, and the armed man fell to the ground again and again. The idiotic idea that Carol was just an ordinary sister was no longer there.
Even Lorna, who only occasionally used her superpower to perform acrobatics in the air, had turned into a reaper of human lives.
Two grayish-black knives pierced through the throats of the men one after another. They couldn't scream, and could only struggle on the ground.
In just five seconds, the twenty or so men were all dead before they could fire more than twenty shots.
Only Torres, who had been nailed to his thigh by Carol, was crawling away in fear.
All the knives in front of Carol were gone too.
She wasn't very talented at throwing knives. Even though she trained every day, she had only killed ten people out of the twenty knives she had thrown. The rest had been killed by Lorna's throwing knives.
Looking at the blood all over the ground and the dead gang members who were still struggling, her face turned pale.
Now, she completely understood why the safety rules stated that they had to fight regularly.
If they didn't bleed for a long time, they might just vomit. How could they fight then?
But in her previous combat training, she had mostly hurt people. This was the first time she had killed so many people at once, so she felt very uncomfortable.
Suppressing the urge to vomit, she was about to say something, when her ears suddenly twitched. She grabbed the two kitchen knives on the counter and jumped a meter high.
Then, she tapped the counter with the tip of her foot and threw herself to the side of the counter. Her petite body flipped, and she landed in a corner on the other side of the hallway.
The two men who had rushed out had just pulled the triggers when they felt a shadow float past them. Their throats turned cold, and they couldn't help but collapse.
Carlo swung the kitchen knife lightly. Two drops of dark red blood spilled from the knife that had just slashed through the throats of the two men.
She didn't want the blood to flow to the handle and cause her hand to slip.
Just as the first two men tumbled to the ground, another two men rushed out.
Carol moved sideways and slashed the back of the two men's necks. She then twisted and jumped into the hallway. Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang!
A series of gunshots rang out, followed by horrified screams and shouts. "Ah, monster!"
"Why can't we kill her?"
"She's a monster, run!"
In the hall, Marcus' eyes and mouth were wide open. He subconsciously looked toward Lorna. "Your sister … is also a superhuman?"
Lorna snorted coldly and didn't answer the question. She rushed into the passageway, and the two flying daggers followed closely behind her.
The sound of gunfire in the tunnel quickly decreased, but the screams and cries of alarm quickly increased.
Apart from the monster's cries, there were also people wailing from time to time, "My gun is jammed."
"Mine too."
"Run!"
Lorna had used a magnetic field to distort the springs and firing pins of these people's guns. This was the simplest and most effective way to deal with firearms in the safety regulations.
If that didn't work, then he could distort the enemy's trigger, hammer, magazine, and other small parts.
Flattening the other party's gun or forcefully twisting the muzzle were all extremely wasteful actions. They did not meet the requirements of a sustainable battle, and it was very easy for the other party to notice the existence of Superpowers.
However, all Lorna needed to do was understand the general characteristics of the guns and disassemble them many times to determine what conditions would cause them to malfunction.
Coupled with the lethal little flying daggers, she could easily deal with dozens of gunmen by herself.
Superpowers weren't scientific, but the enemies killed by superpowers could be analyzed scientifically.
Lorna's abilities were still weak at the moment. Even if she could pull a bridge into the sky in the future, sufficient knowledge would allow her to achieve the greatest effect with the least amount of strength.
Thus, whether or not she had superpowers, it was important for her to learn professional knowledge that suited her.
That was the power of knowledge.
Marcus was about to give chase, when he suddenly heard Torres cry for help behind him. "Save me. I can give you money. A lot of money."
Stunned, he turned around and saw a middle-aged man with white hair and a beard walk in.
The middle-aged man happened to be blocking Torres's way out. Terrified, Torres subconsciously asked for help.
Carlo's dagger had pierced a major artery in his leg. Torres sensed that he was about to lose consciousness.
If he didn't ask for help, he would be dead.
Thus, he subconsciously fought for his last chance of survival, and didn't even think about who it was.
Naturally, it was Luke, who was wearing the face of "Mr. Wilson."
Looking at Torres, Luke thought for a moment, then tied a tablecloth into a long strip and stabbed it into Torres's leg to stop the bleeding.
Torres let out a blood-curdling scream as his eyes rolled back in pain and he fainted.
Luke didn't care at all.
He was saving Torres to keep him alive for questioning.
Carlo probably thought the same, which was why he didn't stab him in the face.
But if he told Luke the information, Torres would die anyway, and Luke could earn a few hundred points from him.
It was just a tablecloth. He could earn points so easily.
After taking care of Torres, Luke walked to the bar and casually found some coffee powder from the cabinet. He turned on the coffee machine and prepared to make himself a cup of coffee.
Marcus felt a little creeped out. Why did this guy … look like a hidden boss in a movie? Why else would he save Torres?
But Marcos knew Ferdinand, the boss of Torres.
Ferdinand was a middle-aged man in his forties, but he was Latino.
His gang members were mostly Latino, and there were few white people.
Marcus had never even heard of such a Caucasian man who looked like a Big Boss at a glance.
Thinking that, while Luke was busy with the coffee machine, he snuck into the hallway to tip off Lorna.
Luke couldn't be bothered with him.
Even though he was free to fall in love, even though Lorna was just one of his targets, and even though he hadn't invested anything into her yet, he was still pissed that the guy had cut him off so early.
What made him even more speechless was that Marcus only had a red name.
That was to say, he hadn't killed anyone, nor had he committed any serious violent crimes or drug trafficking.
Secondly, he was a responsible guy.
Marcus didn't run away or show any fear when he faced Torres. He was always thinking about protecting Lorna.
That was why Luke preferred to run into bad guys, since it was easier to deal with the loose ends that way.
Selina's voice rang out in his earpiece. "It's done. The seven guys who escaped down the mountain have been killed. Remember to collect them later."
Luke hummed in response.
Seeing the situation in the lobby through the drone, Selina couldn't help but mock him. "Hey, I don't think you're good at coffee, right? Well, it's pretty, except for the flowers. "
Luke rolled his eyes. "It's acting, do you understand? Don't you have barbecue over there? Can't you stop talking when you have food? "
Selina was enlightened. "That's right. You have to eat snacks when you watch a show."
Thank you to L Yibing for your 500 points of support.
Thank you to Whoosh for your 200 points of support.
Thank you to Willy Hung for his 100 points of support.
(End of this chapter)
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