In the hitman profession, it wasn't rare to see teams of two or three.
Many people had major flaws in certain areas, and might be third-rate when they acted alone.
But with suitable teammates, they could enter the top tier.
First-rate hitmen and third-rate hitmen could complete different missions, and the pay they received was also very different.
Thus, even though it was hard for hitmen to trust others, many of them still chose to form teams.
For Luke, this kind of hitmen who worked in teams were rather troublesome.
In most teams like this, there was someone who was an observer or an assistant.
This person would devote most of his energy to checking for loopholes, as well as keeping an eye out for accidents and escape routes.
This was a huge hindrance to Luke's sneak attacks.
After all, these people were professionals with outstanding abilities, and were cautious and suspicious. They weren't something ordinary people could compare to.
That was why Selina had specifically reminded him.
She wouldn't be going out in person tonight, so she could only remind him.
But her mission was very important.
At this moment, in the sky above Staten Island, a medium-sized drone had already turned into a distorted and transparent shadow, flying above Swamp Park at a constant speed.
It was a fixed-wing drone, and not the most common rotary-wing type of small drones.
The battery power made it almost silent, and the heat signal was greatly weakened. Combined with optical camouflage and anti-electronic detection coating, it was a genuine, fully invisible drone.
This was also a new product that Luke had recently finished trial-producing. It was perfect for the battlefield support for today's battle.
Thus, Selina was his combat intelligence center.
Apart from controlling the drone, she also needed to monitor the movements of various parties, such as NYPD, the FBI, and even Kingpin's forces. She had to alert Luke at any time and help him deal with any unexpected situations.
These tasks weren't easy at all. Even Gold Nugget had to be by her side to help at any time.
At that moment, Luke, who was invisible, suddenly raised his head and looked at the dark sky.
Fine white particles fell quietly and gradually covered all of New York City.
"It's snowing," Luke murmured.
He reached out and caught the snow, which was still in the form of particles. After a brief silence, he said softly, "This is the first snow of 2004. It came a little later than usual!"
Selina paid attention to the surveillance feed and ate a cupcake on the side. She thought to herself, Here it comes again!
She had already realized that every time Luke used his V identity, it would always be exceptionally … poetic?
Or act cool? Anyway, that was the case.
Therefore, she could only silently complain in her heart about his sudden melancholy.
While the two of them were making final adjustments before the battle, Wade had already been strolling in Quagmire Park for almost ten minutes.
Compared to the nonchalant attitude he had in the morning, the current him could only be envious of the set of equipment on his body.
In fact, after Vanessa left for work in the afternoon, Wade put on the V uniform again.
With temporary authority, he didn't hesitate to change the voice of the support system to … SpongeBob SquarePants' voice.
Moreover, he insisted that this "SpongeBob SquarePants" change the "user" to "Brother Octopus."
At this moment, SpongeBob SquarePants was reporting in a cheerful voice, "Brother Octopus, the assassins have been dispatched and are rushing here. Please be vigilant."
Wade put his hands on his hips indifferently and rubbed one foot on the ground. "Damn it, who vomited this toffee? It's all over the sole of my feet. How uncultured. "
Speaking of this, he sighed again. "Who designed this thing? Why can't I eat? If I had known, I would've chewed gum first. "
He didn't think about how the mask could spit out the chewing gum.
In fact, Luke's original V uniform could certainly eat, but the simplified version of Wade's uniform omitted most of the functions.
In any case, it was only for this guy to use once. Why make it so comfortable?
Considering how Wade had dared to cheat him of his intelligence fee, Luke was already kind-hearted and aloof from the world for not using a tight-fitting design in the uniform to strangle Wade's limbs.
"Sniper spotted. Target at two o 'clock, 320 meters away, "the support system suddenly alerted him.
Looking at the tiny red dot on his glasses, Wade curled his lip. "Hmph, it's only a two million bounty, and he's running so enthusiastically. One look and I can tell he's poor."
A certain nouveau riche's feeling of superiority over money arose spontaneously.
That being said, he had already started to move and disappear into the bushes on the side.
Bang!
A bullet hit the spot where he had been standing.
Wade turned his head as he ran, and was even more disdainful. "He actually missed. Bad review."
Just as he was acting cool, his body trembled and he stumbled forward.
“WTF！” Wade cursed in frustration and rolled deeper into the bushes, rubbing his back nonstop. "He's definitely a pervert. He actually hit me here!"
Looking at Wade, who was rubbing his back, Luke couldn't help but shake his head. This was too f * cking embarrassing for V.
Forget it. As long as he killed everyone, no one would know about V's humiliation. As he thought to himself, the transparent shadow quietly floated down the slope.
Looking at the smiling man who was happily hiding in the woods, Barry cursed inwardly and picked up his sniper rifle to move.
Because there were too many people involved in this bounty mission, the Continental Hotel had already promised to notarize it.
As long as they could provide effective evidence that they had killed the target, they could receive the bounty, and wouldn't have to judge based on the other party's body.
Thus, the faster the better, the better.
For someone like Barry, who was good at mid-range sniping, he was even more delighted.
As long as he was lucky, he might be able to pocket the two million bounty in a few shots without taking any risks.
If the smiling man wanted to kill him, he would have to run several hundred meters and deal with the other hitmen in the area.
However, just to be safe, Barry decided to change his location after firing the shot.
He didn't want to place his life in someone else's kindness.
V might not be able to kill him, but his competitors wouldn't mind doing so. After all, his sniping was too advantageous.
Thinking that, Barry moved to the shadow of the attic at the top of a small building and locked onto the smiling man again.
While he was working, a transparent shadow approached the attic in the darkness.
Suddenly, Barry felt his vision darken, as if he had been covered by something.
Before he could react, he was punched in the back of the head.
A second later, the shadow of the attic returned to its empty state. Barry had already completely disappeared from this world with his equipment.
With these two gunshots, the famous supernatural event in the hitman world, "Swamp Park Crossing the Door," officially kicked off.
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