Legendary assassins were terrifying existences that basically only appeared in legends.
They had even more nicknames, such as extraordinary, inhuman, or … king of assassins!
Everyone felt as if they had been electrocuted, and their hair stood on end.
It was the subconscious fear and reverence of a predator facing a super predator who was far more powerful than them!
But Luke didn't give them any time to hesitate.
In just a tenth of a second, he used his powerful mental strength to retract the empty shell from the Colt King Cobra and instantly reloaded it with six bullets. Pa! Pa!
Pa! Pa! Pa!
The silver body of the spear exploded in the dark night with dazzling spear flames, sweeping through everything that stood in his way as he pounced forward.
Another part of the assassin's arc was missing.
The rest of the assassins were shocked. Most of them had already stopped moving forward and turned to the nearest cover.
The stupidest thing to do when faced with a legendary assassin was to fight him head-on.
Because whoever stood in front of him would be the first to die.
This was an iron law that countless rookie assassins and bodyguards had verified with hundreds of lives and blood.
No one wanted to be the first to die.
Luke reloaded in a tenth of a second, and the Colt King Cobra fired again. Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Broken branches, leaves, and wood chips flew as the six assassins who were one step too late were all shot in the face or neck.
Most of these guys were wearing bulletproof vests, and they were only lightly injured at most.
Luke aimed at the faces and necks, which the bulletproof vests couldn't protect.
His high-speed charge left him no more than twenty meters away from the six targets.
This distance was within range of his rapid fire, and it was harder to miss them than to hit them.
With the support of 40 Mental Strength, his brain was as calm and clear-headed as a New York winter night. While he shot the targets one after another, he still had the strength to make decisions about his next move.
Compared with 20 Mental Strength, his brain was like a CPU that had been upgraded from a single core and two threads to a quad-core and four threads.
Previously, shooting multiple targets at high speed with two guns would slightly affect each other's accuracy and speed. At that moment, it was as if the two guns had become two independent shooting programs that perfectly distributed their work.
The lethality brought about by this could be seen from the fact that even though the assassin group had nearly ninety people, they were instantly beaten into a daze by him and fled.
Not only that, but his brain could also quickly distinguish each individual assassin, matching them with the combat characteristics he observed in the past fifteen minutes, and then making simple targeted attacks.
On the other side was a hitman who didn't shoot many times and liked to fire only when he was 90% sure. He realized that Luke's movements and speed made him very uncomfortable.
The gun in his hand hesitated for half a second, but he didn't fire.
Then, a bullet flew over and hit him in the head. He no longer had to think about when to fire.
Another killer, who liked to shoot in a few sweeps, found that his bullets could only follow Luke's lead by a beat or two.
Before he could adjust his condition, he also took a bullet and fell to the ground.
Other assassins who liked to get closer to the battle, who liked to keep a distance, who liked to play dirty tricks, and who liked to fight head-on, all had similar feelings.
This was the qualitative change brought about by 40 Mental Strength.
Every second, Luke would change his movements and attack rhythm several times.
Even though there were dozens of elite hitmen on the other side, they couldn't find a suitable point to fire at.
Thus, their shots were either hesitant or reckless, and it was always difficult for them to hit Luke.
What was even more frightening was that they soon realized something strange — how could the two revolvers fire with the firepower of fully automatic weapons without reloading?
From the first round of twelve bullets to the fourth round of twelve bullets, the smiling man's two revolvers fired continuously without any time to reload.
If it was one-handed, they might be able to imagine the other party holding a gun with one hand and reloading with the other.
But how could a person with only two hands reload two revolvers at the same time? That didn't make sense at all.
Ordinary people might be dumbfounded, but these experienced elites immediately thought of a possibility — a super ability!
Everyone's hearts turned cold when they thought of this. Many of them even cursed out loud when they realized what was going on.
Killing a super ability user and killing an ordinary person were two different things.
Killing a Legendary hitman with super abilities? Sorry, but they had never done such a mission before.
Or rather, they weren't qualified to take on such a mission at all.
Once such a mission appeared, they had to recruit a large number of hitmen who were a level stronger than them, plan carefully, and ambush the other party with an absolute advantage in numbers and the environment.
That was the only way to succeed.
The combination of a Legendary hitman and a super ability wasn't 1 + 1; it was 2 × 2, or even 10 × 10.
As for their strength, it could only be considered as 1.
A hundred of them might not be able to fight against such an existence.
The quick-witted hitmen who understood this didn't hesitate to leave the battlefield.
At the same time, several black things flew toward Luke.
Luke wasn't surprised at all. He finally used all his strength, and with a dull explosion, small pits appeared in the ground.
His speed suddenly skyrocketed, and he instantly disappeared from the hitmen's line of sight.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Four explosions rang out in a row, and two grenades flew into the air, covering a large area.
The other two stun grenades exploded with blinding white light and a loud noise that could stop a person's heart.
For a moment, the sound of Luke's guns firing was drowned out.
At that moment, the hitmen's huge weakness was completely exposed.
Those who weren't companions wouldn't help each other when they attacked, and they didn't care about other people's safety when they retreated. They even deliberately didn't warn each other.
Two Stun Grenades and two Iron Pineapples were suddenly thrown out.
Apart from the dozen or so hitmen, including the thrower, who dodged the sudden attack, most of the other hitmen were caught in the crossfire.
The two flash stun grenades, in particular, had blinded at least thirty people. More than ten people had either been injured by the shrapnel or had their blood and qi churned from the loud noise.
A few hot-tempered hitmen cursed angrily.
The moment they were affected, they knew that their chances of survival were almost zero.
Their only hope was that the terrifying smiling man No. 2 would also be affected.
Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen.
With the electronic headset, the goggles that automatically filtered out the glare, and the full bulletproof vest, Luke only felt that a few parts of his body had been hit by the shrapnel, but it wasn't even enough to cause a bruise.
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