Selina burst out laughing.
Cutting flesh with a blunt knife was also a technical job.
Kingpin probably wouldn't be able to hold back until the end, because New York was his base.
Without New York, his foundation would be gone, and it would be hard to say if his allies in other places would still trust him.
At nine in the evening, Luke and Selina left home in the rain with Gold Nugget.
Now, they no longer went in and out of the main entrance when they went out at night. Instead, they walked through the underground tunnels that Luke had opened up.
Over the past few nights, Luke had been working overtime after he came back. He had opened up a separate tunnel in a corner on the first floor that led directly to the nearby sewers.
As the largest city in America, New York's sewers were extremely complicated, and one could reach many places through them.
The advantage of choosing this route was that it wouldn't be easy for anyone to target them, whether it was going in or coming out.
The downside was that the sanitary conditions in the sewers weren't very good.
Luke had been sorting out the sewer routes in the past few days and choosing suitable routes to avoid running into toilets and sewage pipes in the future.
The oxygen supply system attached to the armor could prevent them from inhaling the stench and methane in the sewers. The sewer odor on their bodies could be removed with special odor cleaners, so that no one would be able to detect them through the stench.
After a few blocks underground, they emerged from the sewer entrance in an alley near Central Park.
These exits had been specially chosen. There were no surveillance cameras, and very few people came and went.
The optical camouflage on their armor could cover up most of their tracks and prevent them from being discovered by onlookers.
In the rain, the two of them made their way to the west side of the park.
There was an apartment building there, and there was a trading den for Kingpin's forces.
This den would release a lot of goods every day, and could be considered an important link in the wholesale to retail trade.
Taking advantage of the geographical advantage, most of the transactions in this den were carried out in the park, and the people in the den would use binoculars to check if the surroundings were safe.
This way, not only could they avoid being exposed by too many dealers, they could also reduce the possibility of being caught by the police, and greatly reduce the loss of illegal drugs.
Unfortunately, this method was useless against Luke.
He had already locked onto this den through Sharp Nose, and had also studied the movements of these gang members.
After this den was cleaned up, the sales point in Central Park would be paralyzed, and Kingpin's shipments would drop by at least 5-7% in the next few days.
Without such a strong ability to distribute goods, Kingpin wouldn't have set his sights on this place.
This was also a very profitable nest. It was directly targeted at lower-level retailers, and the price of the drugs was much higher than the wholesale price to other gangs.
Even if the shipments were only one-twentieth to one-fifteenth of the total, the profits could reach 15-20% of the total.
This nest was also very mobile, and the goods were delivered in batches at irregular times, not giving the police a chance to catch the big fish.
But was Luke someone who cared about such things? He was here for the person.
As long as the experienced and backbone of this nest were cleaned up, Kingpin wouldn't be able to sell any goods.
Illegal drugs that could not be sold were no different from laundry detergent to an underground boss like Kingpin who had no shortage of them.
Two people and one dog followed the same old rules. Luke was the main attacker, Selina blocked their retreat, and Gold Nugget stayed invisible the whole time.
After sneaking into the apartment building, the two removed the optical camouflage.
Their actions these past few days were to give Kingpin a hard time.
Thus, before they fought, the two of them would reveal themselves and intentionally leave a few survivors.
This was a clear message to Kingpin: We did it again. If you have the guts, come and cut us down!
Luke, who was the main attacker, walked up the stairs unhurriedly with a matte knife in both hands and hummed a song.
hit，That
ice
cold，Michelle
Pfeiffer，That
white
Gold … "
Selina, who had been guarding in the shadows at the back door, couldn't help but complain, "Hey, this song doesn't seem to match V's temperament, does it?"
Luke followed the rhythm of the song and replied, "In any case, we're the only ones who can hear me, and no one else can see me."
Selina was lost for words, and Gold Nugget remained silent.
When he reached the second floor, Luke threw the knife in his hand and hit the necks of two guards at the end of the corridor.
His footsteps were still unhurried as he walked through the corridor. He paused for a moment when he passed each door to eliminate the innocent people hidden in the rooms or those lying in ambush.
Luke walked to a door at the end of the corridor. He bent down and pulled out the knife from the necks of the two guards who had fallen to the ground. He flicked it lightly, and drops of blood slid to the ground.
He lifted his leg, kicked open the door, and walked in.
The people inside were very vigilant. As soon as the door was kicked open, they subconsciously reached for their guns.
Luke charged forward and drew arcs in the air with the knives in his hands. He circled the living room a few times, and a dozen criminals all fell, clutching their throats.
At that moment, the door to the bathroom suddenly opened. Before one of the criminals could see what was going on in the living room, a black shadow flew over and stabbed him in the neck with a matte knife. He collapsed.
Under Luke's sudden attack, the sixteen criminals inside and outside didn't even have a chance to fire a single shot before they were all dead.
Luke put the knife back into his waistband and started to throw the goods in the kitchen sink.
He didn't care about the toilet. The guy had been squatting inside and hadn't flushed it yet.
He didn't want to smell it. He had had enough of the weird smells in the sewers recently.
In less than two minutes, Luke was done with all the goods. Standing in the living room, he was checking to see if he had missed anything, when his expression changed and he suddenly moved half a meter away.
Clang! Pu!
The sound of glass shattering and a dull thud echoed in the room at almost the same time.
A window on the northeast side of the room was broken, and there was a bullet hole in it.
Luke dashed out of the room and turned into a transparent, twisted shadow in the hallway. He quickly ran out of the window on the second floor and ran to an apartment building in the northeast.
In a room on the third floor of an apartment building two hundred meters away, a bearded, middle-aged white man cursed in a low voice. He grabbed the AWP from the window and put it in his backpack. Then, he quickly went downstairs and decided on a route of retreat into the alley behind the building.
The alley here extended in all directions, and there were no street lights or surveillance cameras. It was very suitable for a quick retreat.
His car was parked in the alley outside the building. As long as he got in and left, nobody would be able to find him.
Thinking that, he quickly walked to the car, opened the door, and put the gun in the passenger seat. He was about to get into the driver's seat when he felt something cold on his neck.
The bearded middle-aged man paused. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he didn't dare move anymore.
"Good shooting, but you don't know how to pick your target." A London accent rang out behind him.
The bearded man was even more surprised.
The target he had just shot was said to have an authentic London accent.
But hadn't that person been in the room two hundred meters away just now?
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