The moment he entered the building, Luke pressed a button on a piece of equipment that looked like a bracer on his left hand. The bracer suddenly popped out and turned into a small square shield.
That was a reminder from Team America.
A shield that could take a beating was better than anything else.
However, this small square shield wasn't big. It was only twenty centimeters long, and was directly attached to his left arm.
He wasn't holding a gun in his right hand, but it was hanging over the revolver holster at his crotch.
He didn't look around. Instead, he looked straight ahead and used his peripheral vision to pay attention to any moving objects. He started to walk up the stairs with light but quick steps.
When he reached the sixth floor, he didn't go up immediately. Instead, he took a deep breath and suddenly stepped to the side, raising his left hand to protect his head.
Bang! Clang!
A bullet hit the shield in front of him. At the same time, Luke finished firing with his revolver.
Using the shield to cover his head and Sharp Nose to lock onto his target, he fired the shot.
Bang! Pu!
He could almost hear the sound of a bullet hitting flesh. Bang!
Bang!
Two more bullets were fired at him. Luke's body trembled as if he had been hit, but he didn't hesitate with the M686 in his hand. Bang!
Bang! Bang!
He fired twice in a row, but the other party quickly retreated to the corner, as if he had expected it.
At the same time, Luke also retreated to the stairs. He instantly put the M686, which only had one bullet left in its holster, and drew the Glock from under his armpit again. He aimed at the opposite corner and quickly approached.
Suddenly, a shadow shot out from the corner. Luke raised his hand.
Clang! The shield parried the shadow.
With his keen eyesight, he could clearly see that the shadow was a small black dagger.
Luke narrowed his eyes and sped up, but he still wasn't faster than an ordinary person.
In the next moment, three black daggers shot out in a row.
Luke's pupils constricted, and he decisively retreated.
The three daggers actually flew in an arc and collided with each other two meters in front of him. After they separated again, they magically bypassed his shield and shot at his back, his lower back, and … his anus.
Bullsxxt！！ Luke cursed inwardly as he rolled back and knocked the three daggers away with his shield.
Before he could charge again, another five daggers whizzed at him from around the corner.
Even with Luke's abilities, his scalp was numb.
More importantly, not only were there a lot of daggers, they all flew in an arc. Two of them even hit the wall twice, and there was no way he could figure out their trajectory.
Luke could only continue retreating. He used the corner of the stairs to dodge the three daggers, and used his shield to deflect the other two daggers that were flying at him.
He was just about to heave a sigh of relief when his expression suddenly changed, and he turned his head.
A throwing knife that he had just dodged actually bounced off the wall again and shot towards the back of his head.
At that moment, Luke's Sharp Nose detected that the guy had left the rooftop.
Frowning, Luke quickly went upstairs.
As soon as his head popped out of the doorway of the rooftop, he saw a figure gliding away from the rooftop at high speed in the air dozens of meters away.
The person in front of Luke seemed to have anticipated this, and pulled the trigger the moment Luke's head popped out.
Alarmed for some reason, Luke crouched down and ducked.
Bang!
A bullet brushed past his head and hit the wall directly opposite the rooftop door.
Luke sweated. Damn it! Where did this marksman come from? It was impossible to guard against him!
Even more unbelievable was that this guy wasn't just good with guns; he was also good with daggers.
No! That wasn't right! Daggers were his true form, and guns were just something he used in passing.
Luke thought for a moment, then retreated and didn't chase after this terrifying marksman.
More importantly, there were already a lot of onlookers here, including reporters and photographers with cameras. If he unleashed his full strength, he might make the headlines in Los Angeles tomorrow.
After he went downstairs, he looked at the eight bodies lying on the stairs on the fifth floor and sighed helplessly. "Fine. This place is going to make the headlines eventually."
On the roof, Luke smelled blood. It had to be the SWAT sniper. Together with the eight people here, nine SWAT members had died.
This news would definitely be pursued by the reporters for a few days.
Luke went downstairs and met Roger and Kobe, who had just arrived.
Kobe was much more anxious. "How did it go?"
Luke shook his head. "I'm sorry, your teammate …" He didn't need to say anything else; they all knew what he meant.
Kobe's face twisted. "Damn it. Who was it?"
Luke turned to Roger. "Why don't you tell me?"
Roger: "Huh?"
Luke said, "If my guess is correct, this guy is the marksman from the donut shop. I didn't see him clearly, and he escaped from the rooftop. "
Kobe was stunned. "The rooftop?"
He spoke into his walkie-talkie. "B1 Team, you didn't find the target? Stanley? "
Quite a few people on the walkie-talkie reported that they hadn't found the target, except for Stanley, who was the sniper on the rooftop of another building.
Kobe almost went crazy. "Let's check on Stanley."
A moment later, the walkie-talkie rang out. "Captain, Stanley died in the line of duty."
Kobe abruptly smashed his walkie-talkie to the ground. His eyes were bloodshot. "Damn it! I swear I'm going to catch you! I'm going to hang you up and cut you into pieces! "
Roger was silent. Luke shook his head inwardly.
That was going to be very difficult!
Even Luke had almost been killed by the marksman just now. Kobe and the other SWAT officers wouldn't be able to get revenge unless they trapped the guy in a trap and shot him to death.
Luke didn't know if the marksman was an extraordinary human being, but his marksmanship and daggers were truly unimaginable.
What was even more frustrating was that the shooter's name wasn't displayed in the system.
Clearly, the system had determined that Luke and the shooter were tied in the fight just now, or that there was no winner.
Luke only needed to think for a moment to figure it out.
The fight started when Luke was hit by the bullet.
At that time, Luke had been wearing a double-layered bulletproof vest, which he had only put on today, to avoid being hit by bullets.
Then, he went after the marksman, and in the instant that they exchanged fire on the fifth floor, he had shot the shooter in the shoulder with Quick Draw.
The shooter's shot, however, had been blocked by Luke's metal shield.
After that, he had taken two bullets with his double-layered bulletproof vest, and the shooter had no choice but to stop Luke with his daggers and escape.
Even so, one of Luke's ribs was broken, and he was bleeding internally.
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