Barry, a veteran in the industry who was average and cautious, had officially become the first person to be "transmigrated."
Although no one had ever mentioned this in the legends of this major event, he had indeed won first place.
Luke was quite satisfied with the suppressor attached to the muzzle of Barry's 110 Precision Rifle.
This thing was semi-automatic. Barry had even specially used a 20-round magazine to increase the firepower. Clearly, he attached great importance to the V's strength.
For Luke, this gun was even more practical than an ordinary sniper rifle.
After walking for more than ten meters, he adjusted slightly and pulled the trigger.
Pu!
In a car on the outskirts of Swamp Park, a hitman who was busy in the passenger seat was instantly killed, and the remote control device in his hand fell.
This was a hitman in charge of intelligence and logistical support, and was Luke's priority target.
In fact, there were as many as five targets that needed to be eliminated first.
Luke had basically locked onto their movements and information when they went to Nun Margaret's bar.
The Titanium phone was a convenient, practical, and technologically impressive product. As hitmen, they would definitely be the first to use it.
They weren't interested in the F2F attached to the phone. Hitmen who were stupid enough to post selfies on F2F wouldn't be able to live for long.
But one of the core functions of the Titanium phone was to take pictures, and the front camera for selfies wasn't as good as the rear camera.
Hitmen happened to be a profession that often needed to take pictures, such as targets, locations, environments, and information.
Of course, it was possible to bring a camera, and it would even be better, but it would undoubtedly be very inconvenient.
Using a Titanium phone meant that one less camera could be carried, and it could also avoid arousing the target's suspicion with a huge camera.
But when the Titanium phone was first manufactured, Luke had specially added a lot of functions to it. Once it was activated, the user would be able to activate the camera for facial recognition.
Thus, the faces of 80% of the hitmen in the bar fell into the hands of the polyhedron system.
This was how the world changed without anyone noticing.
Luke waited silently for the Titanium phone company and let Jenny run it for half a year. At that moment, the polyhedron system had quietly taken shape, and was beginning to display its powerful intelligence-gathering function.
All of this was like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace behind.
Apart from him, no one knew.
He liked the feeling of silently plowing like an old farmer and waiting for the harvest.
The group of assassins swarming in front of them was the first harvest of the polyhedron system.
Smiling, Luke moved on to his next target.
According to the plan, Wade would stay near the park for an hour.
But Luke estimated that they would move faster and faster.
If everything was correct, this purge operation should be coming to an end in thirty minutes.
…
Somewhere in New York, in a luxurious high-rise apartment, a burly figure was watching TV.
What was shown on the TV was not news, but a chase.
After a few minutes, the man frowned. "This smiling man is really strong."
On the screen, the smiling man had already fallen into the frenzied attacks of the assassins.
However, the people in this assassin group were not bad. At least they were at the level of professional veterans.
Although the battle was fierce, the frequency of gunfire was not high.
There wasn't a single idiot who wouldn't let go of the trigger and shoot at the smiling man.
The rhythmic three-shot and single-shot attacks were no less threatening than a hail of bullets.
However, after being hit several times, the smiling man would crawl into a dark corner. The next time he appeared on screen, he was still as agile and fast as ever.
What was even more terrifying was that this guy sometimes used two guns and sometimes used two knives. He appeared and disappeared like a ghost, killing three assassins who were too close to him.
This arrogant move made the assassins pursue him even more fiercely, but the smiling man was still running around the park.
"This black rat really isn't an ordinary person." The man in front of the TV couldn't help but murmur, "But even if your clothes are bulletproof, how long can they last? Hehe. "
Given this man's understanding of the human body, he could tell that the smiling man's condition would drop a little every time he was shot.
Although it wasn't a big drop, given the absolute advantage in numbers, the smiling man could only kill ten people at most before his condition dropped to a dangerous level.
At that time, it might only take a few minutes, or even just a few seconds, for the hitmen to focus fire on him and completely lose the ability to move.
Without the ability to move at high speed, this slippery guy would die immediately.
Thinking that, he picked up the red wine next to him and took a sip leisurely. He chuckled. "What's the use of being strong? A brainless person's life is only worth two million dollars. "
Compared to the others, he knew better how difficult it was to deal with this smiling man.
Of the five masked men, the smiling man was the only one who was truly terrifying.
Of the other four, the black mask basically only operated in the Clinton area, and only targeted low-level minions. He was clearly too young and couldn't find the crux of the matter.
Big Daddy and Hitgirl, on the other hand, had a grudge against D 'Amico.
The black cat was only Smiling Man's partner, and didn't have much interaction with the other three.
Only this smiling man was the key figure who had connected these masked "vigilantes."
Also, this smiling man was the most ruthless and effective guy.
He had a clear goal, precise movements, and unpredictable whereabouts. In less than half a month, he had destroyed many people and gangs in key positions, and had even connected Big Daddy and Hitgirl.
Wesley's thoughts were absolutely correct.
If they killed this smiling man, 80% of their recent troubles would be gone, so this guy had to die! Tasting the red wine in his mouth, the man sneered.
Just then, the image on the TV suddenly flickered, and then it went black.
Stunned, the man frowned.
But he wasn't in a hurry. He simply looked at the night sky outside the French window.
Snow fell from the sky, plunging Manhattan into a world of black and white.
Two minutes later, his phone rang.
The man picked up the phone, and Wesley's voice rang out. "Boss, we can't contact the person we sent to monitor the battle. He should be dead. The surveillance equipment on him has been destroyed, so we can't see anything. "
After a brief silence, the man's eyes flashed coldly. "Find a way to inform the Continental Hotel and have them tell those hitmen that this is a trap. Smiling Man has accomplices at the scene, and they're very strong. "
Wesley said, "Okay, I'll have D 'Amico's wife call them right away."
The man grunted. After a moment of silence, he suddenly laughed in a low voice. "Interesting. This guy is scarier and more confident than we thought. I like this kind of opponent. "
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