The result of the killers' trump cards was that more than half of their "companions" instantly lost the ability to fight. ranw? Enw? W? W? .? R? A? N? W? E? N? A`com
The line of defense, which had been relatively intact, was like a pile of sand in a flood. After a huge wave, all that was left was a bit of foam.
Luke adjusted his targets in understanding and warmly greeted these "temporary teammates" who had helped him prevent most of the killers from escaping. Pa! Pa!
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Twelve shots were fired in a row, and more than ten killers who were running for their lives fell one after another.
With a thought, Luke reloaded the Colt King Cobra again.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! He brushed past the last four killers who were running and shot each of them in the head. Luke stopped.
Looking around, he unhurriedly took out his revolver and began the first regular reload of the night.
The authentic London accent echoed in the park on a winter night and drifted away with the cold wind and snow. "I hear echoes, from the valley and the heart. Harvesting empty souls with a lonely scythe. Ceaselessly repeating determination, and repeating happiness … "
The killers who were either blind or had been blown up were in despair.
They understood at the sound of the London accent.
This was the real deal!
London accent, poetry recitation, and killing. The real smiley face killer trilogy!
There were also the two revolvers with unlimited bullets, the terrifying shooting skills that never missed, and the leisurely and unassuming way he moved perfectly in line with the intelligence.
In a flash, the killers on the ground couldn't help but recall what had just happened.
The first smiley face hadn't said a word from beginning to end. His weapons were a long saber and a Desert Eagle. Although he was also very fast, his style was extremely wretched.
They were two different people from the start.
However, the two smiley faces were too strong, and the battle was intense and short. They didn't have time to think about it.
There was no rule that the smiley face, who liked to recite poems and pretend to be cool, could continue to recite poems and pretend to be dead in front of more than a hundred professional experts.
Their expectations were that they would piss their pants.
Now, the real deal had appeared.
Only then did they realize that the real smiling man could still pretend to be calm even in the face of nearly a hundred professional assassins.
They were just props for the other party to show off.
"I believe that I was born to be like a dazzling summer flower …"
Pa pa pa pa!
"Undying and undefeated, flirtatious like fire …"
Bang bang bang bang!
"Bearing the burden of my heartbeat and breathing …"
Pa pa pa pa!
"I'll never get tired of it!"
Bang bang bang bang!
As the gunshots rang out, Luke recited a poem and walked around the field like a dancer to the beat of a drum.
After the last line of the poem was recited, there were almost no assassins left alive.
Crossing his arms, he sheathed his guns and reached out to catch a falling snowflake. "It's snowing a lot."
In the laboratory, Selina, who was sitting in front of the monitor, held half a cake in her hand. Her slightly opened mouth was so wide that she forgot to take a bite. She stared blankly at the figure on the holographic screen who was catching the snowflakes and examining them carefully.
She had always known that Luke was strong.
Killing dozens of people in one go could only be considered a person's daily routine. His ultimate feat was killing hundreds of people in one go when he went to Mexico to eliminate a major drug lord.
But tonight, Luke had refreshed her understanding once again.
He had killed more than a hundred people in one go, and they weren't just small fries, but veterans and elites among professional assassins.
The difference was like the difference between a ping-pong player beating hundreds of foreign elementary school students and a hundred players from the China national team.
After all, ping-pong was a one-on-one match.
When she thought about it again, Luke always had the expression of a benevolent grandpa looking at his granddaughter when she raised the question about the difference in strength.
Selina understood now, and smiled bitterly. That was indeed a topic that couldn't be discussed.
If she didn't use Gold Nugget's complete symbiotic form, she would be killed instantly when faced with more than a hundred assassins, and wouldn't have any room to fight back.
Even if she used her complete form, she would be easily restrained by the assassins' flash stun grenades.
In comparison, that foul-mouthed Wade was really strong.
Luke was so strong that the numbers of these professional assassins were meaningless.
"Sigh, life is really as lonely as snow!" A gloomy sigh rang out from the screen.
Selina finally came back to her senses and put her hand to her forehead. "Hey, aren't you too into character? Hurry up and wash the floor. There are still a few calls to the police department saying that there's a big commotion in the park. You have thirty minutes at most to wash the floor. Remember to make it clean. "
Startled by her words, Luke could only shake his head with a smile.
Walking up to one of the assassins, he lowered his head slightly and chuckled. "There's no need to pretend. My shot only hit the bulletproof plate on your chest. Unless you have a serious heart condition, your skin will be red at most. "
The female assassin on the ground still didn't move.
Luke didn't think much of it. "Go back and tell the Continental Hotel that this is just a small greeting gift. Since I'm in New York, I'll stand and you'll have to kneel. I'll sit, and you'll have to lie on your stomach, just like you are now. "
With that, he kicked the back of her head with the tip of his foot. The muscles all over the person on the ground loosened, and she really passed out.
Luke snorted. "Sigh, I still broke my promise."
After thinking for a moment, he finally decided to leave a "messenger" for the Continental Hotel.
However, his goal was the exact opposite of the message.
This message would only make the Continental Hotel view V as a real enemy and take him seriously.
Why would Luke do that? The huge increase in experience and credit points in the system explained everything.
Apart from the Continental Hotel, it was hard for him to meet such a "good guy" in New York.
There really weren't many capable villain bosses who could send more than a hundred elite bosses to their doorstep at once.
He just didn't know how much experience and credit points he would get if he uprooted the Continental Hotel.
With the idea of "getting rich," Luke moved the "trash" on the ground quickly and accepted his fate as he finished washing the floor.
It wasn't that he wanted to put on an act just now.
After experiencing more and more battles in the last few months, Luke already had the feeling that a team of ordinary humans posed almost no threat to him.
He had made ample preparations for today's battle, and was prepared for all kinds of accidents.
But with the help of Wade, his "teammate," everything was unimaginably easy.
Luke had only been hit three times and a few pieces of shrapnel.
And that was because he had chosen to increase his efficiency and reduce his evasion, which was why he had been hit.
Judging from the results of tonight's battle, as long as it wasn't a regular army with artillery and helicopter support, whether it was one or two hundred people or three or four hundred people, the only difference would be the number of shots fired, and it wouldn't be much more difficult.
Besides, the chances of Luke running into something like this in the future were almost zero.
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