Luke had this idea because the man clearly wasn't very strong, but he was very good at hiding himself.
At the same time, the man only had one pistol, which was still in its holster, but he had been using an extremely high-end professional camera to film Wade, who was fighting.
Without Sharp Nose, Luke might not be able to find this man with the drone alone.
This thought only lasted for a moment.
Luke almost immediately forgot about this unlucky guy. He didn't know that as this man disappeared from this world, the surveillance footage in front of a certain someone in Manhattan disappeared as well.
He also didn't know that someone had already made up their mind to sit back and watch the tigers fight.
Even if he did, Luke would only laugh.
Whatever he lacked, someone would spend money to buy "monsters," or even take the initiative to lure monsters over for him to kill. He really didn't mind having a few more "kind-hearted people."
After all, he didn't have much, but he had a lot of aliases.
After taking off his aliases, Luke was still that diligent, professional, and law-abiding detective.
Whoever wanted to fight V could just wait and see.
The other party could choose to fight, but it was up to Luke to decide when and where to start the fight.
He really liked the treatment of killing monsters at a specific time and place.
But now, Luke, who knew nothing about it, was completely focused on his work as if he were an old farmer harvesting wheat. He didn't say a word.
Swamp Park's full name was Swamp State Park Reserve. The vegetation here was more like the wilderness.
After all, Staten Island was the least populated of the five major districts in New York.
There were even fewer people in the southwest corner. There weren't even any tall buildings in this large area, and the bungalows were just small shops that provided services to tourists in the reserve.
At night, there was only one night watchman at one of the entrances in the park. Luke had already sent him back to the city with a phone call.
By choosing this place as the battlefield, he could completely avoid harming the innocent.
Since there were no onlookers, naturally no one would call the police. The battle here would eventually end with one side completely disappearing.
The people of normal society wouldn't know about this battle, which was what Luke wanted the most.
Let the dark things remain in the dark forever.
This time, Luke cleaned up from the outside in.
He took out the lookout first before he started to clean up some of the mid-range shooters in the back.
Compared with the lookouts at the back, these mid-range shooters were much more troublesome.
They were closer to the battlefield, and many of them could see each other's positions.
Of course, no one was stupid enough to expose their bodies in the open.
These shooters hid themselves in dark corners, waiting for the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.
Luke's first target was a shooter who was hiding in a tree.
The archer in camouflage attire hid in a clump of dense leaves and branches. Any movement was small and slow.
Even if an ordinary person stared there for a long time, they might not be able to find him.
He was a very patient hunter. He hadn't fired a single shot since the beginning.
Unfortunately, there was a hunter who was not as patient as him tonight.
While he was silently waiting for an opportunity to strike, a cloak made of a special material gently slid down from his head.
Its movements were so gentle and natural, like a cold breeze blowing past. It avoided the shooter's direct line of sight and covered most of him.
If the shooter could see himself from a third-person perspective in the game, he would realize that he had completely disappeared from the screen.
Bang!
After an extremely low muffled sound, the sniper's remaining gun barrel and scope were also dragged into the void.
Luke didn't put the man into his inventory until he was completely covered by the optical camouflage cloak.
He wasn't happy or excited at all. He simply glanced at his experience and credit points to confirm that he hadn't killed the wrong person, before he moved on to the next target.
One of the hitmen fired two shots from a distance and cursed in a low voice, before he quickly moved away.
The smiling man was still far away. He wasn't worried about the other party counterattacking, but he wasn't at ease with his colleagues.
His life was his own. He had to be vigilant.
Thinking that, he squeezed through a gap in the bushes and hid in the bushes without making a sound. Only the muzzle of his gun peeked out from a gap in the bushes as he continued to look for an opportunity.
Just as he entered the shrubbery, the position of the shrubbery behind him also silently opened up, and a faint transparent shadow slipped in.
Dong!
The hitman's vision went black and he died on the spot. His body was also covered by the optical camouflage cloak as he entered his inventory with the other hitmen.
"One of the hitmen has left the battlefield and is retreating. You killed his partner earlier, which alerted him, "Selina reminded him.
"Got it," Luke replied and went in the direction of the fleeing hitman.
After the first hitman appeared, four or five hitmen began to retreat one after another.
It was one thing for the competition to be fierce, but Wade's ferocious counterattack had also made the weak-willed hitmen retreat.
The chances of getting the bounty from dozens of competitors were very low, and if they weren't careful, they could be killed instead.
Luke had already killed the partners of the first batch of hitmen who had chosen to leave.
Without a response from their teammates, their sense of danger immediately increased.
It was inevitable for hitmen to be sensitive and paranoid.
Hitmen with partners were even more prone to such emotions.
Luke looked at Wade, who was being chased by a bunch of hitmen, and had already started to flee to another park next door.
He knew that this guy wouldn't die yet.
When Luke occasionally connected to the other side's microphone and heard the guy cursing, he knew that this guy was far from at the end of his rope, or he wouldn't have the strength to talk nonsense.
Luke retreated from between the outer and middle circles and stood behind a tree next to a path.
A few seconds later, a figure emerged from the bushes on the side of the road and was about to step onto the path.
Pu!
There was the faint sound of a gunshot, and the first hitman to flee was shot in the head and immediately collapsed.
Luke walked over the body and covered it with his cloak, and the body disappeared.
He didn't stop. With a light tap of his toes, he quickly climbed to the middle of a big tree on the side of the road. The M110 rifle appeared in his hand again, and he aimed it at the range that he had already locked onto.
It only took him two seconds to adjust before he gently pulled the trigger. Pa! Pa!
Pa! Pa!
The muzzle of the gun with the silencer almost disappeared, and the sound was much quieter.
By the time the hitmen looked in that direction, Luke had already left the tree.
In the driver's seat of a car in the distance, an assassin was lying limply in the open door. There were two bullet holes in his chest, and a large amount of blood was gushing out.
He struggled, pressing his wound with one hand and trying to pull himself into the carriage with the other.
Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Còm
However, this effort did not last for more than ten seconds before it ended.
The rapid loss of blood caused him to completely lose consciousness. He could only lie there limply, quietly waiting for death to come.
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