Nine Hundred and Seventy-Three Chapters: London Accent, Poetry Reading, Hands-On 3 Parts

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Originally a fairly complete line of defense, like a pile of sand under a flood, only a little bit of foam remains after a big wave.

Luke adjusted the attack target with understanding, and for these assists, he helped him relieve most of the "temporary teammates" that the killer could escape from, and sent warm greetings.

Clap clap clap clap!

Bang bang bang bang!

Two guns were fired in twelve bursts, and more than a dozen killers who were running away without suffering fell down one by one.

Luke's thoughts moved, and the Colt King Cobra reloaded again.

Clap clap clap!

Passing by the last four rushing killers, almost hitting their heads with one shot, Luke stopped.

Looking around, he unhurriedly took out the revolver and started the process of changing the revolver for the first time tonight.

That authentic London accent echoed leisurely in the winter night park, drifting away with the cold wind and light snow: "I hear the echo, from the valley and from the heart. Harvesting the empty soul with a lonely sickle. Repeatedly resolutely, Happy again..."

The killers who were either blind or were bombed into the streets were desperate.

As soon as they heard the London accent, they understood.

This is the real master!

London accent, poetry reading, murder, the trilogy of genuine smiling faces murder!

There are also the two infinite bullet-like revolvers, the terrifying shooting technique that never misses a shot, and the leisurely, no-fuss movement posture, all perfectly in line with the instructions in the intelligence.

Between the lights and flint, the killers lying on the ground couldn't help recalling just now.

The first smiling man didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. The weapons were long knives and sand eagles. Although the movement speed was equally terrifying, the style was extremely wretched.

These are basically two different people.

It's just that the strength of the two smiling faces is too strong, and the battle is fierce and short, and they have no time to think about it.

No one rules,

The smiling man who originally liked to read poetry and costumes, met more than 100 professional masters, and still kept the beep, and continued to read poetry and costumes to death.

The shit was what they expected.

Now, the Lord appears.

Only then did they discover that the real smiling face could still pretend to be always with him even in the face of nearly 100 professional killers.

They are just props for the other party to pretend to be.

"I believe in myself, I was born like a bright summer flower..."

Clap clap clap!

"Undefeated and unbeaten, coquettish like fire..."

Bang bang bang!

"Bearing the burden of the heartbeat and the burden of breathing..."

Clap clap clap!

"Have fun!"

Bang bang bang!

In the series of gunshots, Luke recited verses in his mouth, walking around the field like a dancer on drums.

After the last sentence of the poem was read, almost no killers survived.

Crossing his hands and inserting his guns, he stretched out a hand to catch a falling snowflake: "It's snowing heavily."

In the laboratory, Selena, who was sitting in front of the monitoring station, held half a cake in her hand. She forgot to bite down on her slightly grown mouth. She stared blankly at the figure on the virtual light screen, who raised her hand to catch the snowflake and looked at it. .

She always knew that Luke was strong.

Dozens of killings can only be counted as someone's daily operations, and the ultimate operation is the killing of hundreds of big drug lords in Mexico that time.

However, tonight's Luke refreshed her cognition again.

After killing more than 100 people, the ones who killed were not some small fish gangsters, but all veteran elites among professional killers.

The difference is like the difference between a table tennis player who beat hundreds of foreign primary school students and a hundred Chinese national team players.

After all, table tennis is a heads-up, which is one-to-many.

When she thought about it again, Luke always showed an expression of "kind old grandfather looking at his little granddaughter" when faced with the question of her strength gap.

Selena understood now, and smiled bitterly: This is indeed a topic that cannot be discussed.

Without the complete form of gold nugget symbiosis, she would only be instantly killed in the face of these more than 100 killers, and there was no room for counterattack at all.

Even in full form, it is easy to be restrained by the flash bombs of the killers.

In contrast, that cheap Wade is really strong.

Luke is even stronger than the limit, making the number of these professional killers meaningless.

"Alas, life is really lonely as snow!" A faint sigh came from the screen.

Selena finally woke up and put her hand on her forehead: "Hey, are you too involved in the play? Hurry up and wash the floor. There are still a few calls to the police station, saying that there is a lot of movement here in the park, you can at most Thirty minutes of washing time, remember to wash it clean."

Luke was awakened by her words and could only shake his head with a smile.

Walking in front of a killer, he looked down at her slightly and chuckled: "No need to disguise. My shot only hit the bulletproof plate on your chest. Unless you have a serious heart disease, the most red skin at the moment is Just one piece."

The female killer on the ground remained motionless.

Luke didn't take it seriously: "Go back and tell the Continental Hotel that this time is just a small meeting ceremony. Since I'm in New York, then I'm standing, and you have to kneel. I'm sitting, and you have to lie down, just like now the same as you."

After he finished speaking, he kicked out, his toes lightly tapped on the back of her head, and the figure of the figure lying on the ground loosened all the muscles, and truly passed out.

Luke pouted: "Oh, I still broke my promise."

He considered for a moment, and finally decided to leave the Continental Hotel a "messenger".

However, its purpose is exactly the opposite of the message.

This message will only make the Continental Hotel list v as a real enemy and take it seriously.

Why is Luke doing this? The skyrocketing experience points in the system explained everything.

In addition to the Continental Hotel, it is difficult for him to meet such "good people" in New York these days.

Sending more than 100 elite small bosses to your door at one time, there are really not many such capable villains.

I just don't know how many experience points will be gained if the mainland hotel is uprooted.

With the idea of ​​"getting rich" in his mind, he moved quickly, carrying the "garbage" all over the ground, and resignedly completed the floor cleaning work.

Just now, it wasn't that he wanted to pretend.

In recent months, with the increasing number of battles he has experienced, Luke already has a team that feels like ordinary humans, and the threat to him is approaching zero.

Today's battle, he has made extremely full preparations, and has sufficient records for various accidents.

But with the help of Wade this "teammate", everything was easier than imagined.

Luke was only hit by three shots and a few fragments in total.

This was because he chose to increase efficiency and reduce his own dodge out of the consideration of killing, and was hit.

Judging from the results of tonight's battle, as long as the regular army does not cooperate with infantry and artillery, plus air support from helicopters, whether there are one or two hundred people, or three or four hundred people, for him, it is only the difference in the number of shots fired. , the difficulty does not increase too much.

Moreover, the chance of Luke encountering this situation in the future is almost zero.