Chapter 133

So Luke and bell talked for a while and asked for a batch of small steel balls from her.

These little steel balls are a little smaller than those of longan, but they are not light. Luke throws them out with great force and makes a hole in the head of ordinary people.

If the action is a little hidden, hitting the knuckles can also make the other side very painful.

With this thing, he killed several small gangsters' guns, ended several robberies and a strong female job, but he didn't show up at all, threw a steel ball over ten meters away, and the other party immediately fainted.

As for fingerprints? Ha ha, of course, he always wears gloves.

This kind of wandering can also earn a lot of points by the way, which makes Luke a little bit excited.

New York, the capital of crime, is really a good place to brush experience points. There is no end to all kinds of small crimes.

It also means that experience points can't be wiped out.

Luke spent two days in this way. He earned more than 130 experience points, no less than he earned in Los Angeles.

However, this is also for the time being.

New York is a big battlefield, where many super criminals, superheroes, even alien powers and fleets are landing.

Luke's strength is too weak now. He doesn't want to rush in.

That is to say, just out of the novice village, I got into the advanced player's practice point. It's easy to kill him with a monster.

There is also a benefit to a chaotic metropolis, where he can experiment with the first looting.

It doesn't matter whether you get success or failure. It's mainly to be familiar with the business and be able to do it skillfully in the future.

He ended up with a gang of queens dealers.

The main reason is that it's close to his residence, and it's more than ten minutes' drive, which is convenient for him to and fro.

Although there are several practical targets in Brooklyn, they are far away. It takes more than an hour to drive back and forth.

During the day, he took a bus, wandered around the neighborhood, and had a lunch at the fast food restaurant nearby. He basically found out the situation there. Luke decided to start tonight.

In the afternoon, Luke was alone in his apartment, painting on a mask.

It took a long time for him to put down the paint with satisfaction, pick up the hair dryer and blow the paint dry.

This is a disposable product. It doesn't need to be done well.

When Elsa came back in the evening, Luke said hello to her before closing the door to sleep.

At ten o'clock, Luke listened to the silence in the next room, and knew that Elsa should be asleep.

This enterprising woman is very tired to check the data in the police station these days.

Luke put a black backpack on his back and pushed the door out.

This is a civilian area. There is no monitoring around. Luke quickly changed a suit of clothes and made some parts of his body bulging.

Last time Sergey was found, he was computer simulated. Of course, he would not be so stupid.

There is also a backpack on the back, which destroys the integrity of the back.

At the foot of the shoes also changed into a pair of bigger leather boots.

It's a good choice to wear a hooded sweater. People can't see his face at all.

Out of a block, Luke took a taxi and went to a bar near his destination tonight.

Pay to get off at the bar, don't go in, but go around the back alley, turn over on the dustbin, climb up the wall with both hands, and turn over.

This is an old apartment building.

Luke stood in the corner and began to change again.

Two minutes later, Luke checked himself and found no problem. He put his backpack on his back and walked into the apartment building.

The walls of this apartment building are kind of old green. Under the erosion of time, the bright green in the past has become a little dim, and it is full of bad smell when looking at it.

Go up to the third floor, turn out the corner, a short black fat man with headphones is there to enjoy himself.

Luke walked five or six meters away from him. The fat black man noticed the figure in the corner of his eyes and turned to look over.

Then, I saw a black hole aimed at him.

The black fat man opened his mouth and dared not say anything.

Luke made a few gestures, and the fat man obediently opened the door beside him, then knelt down and fell on the ground.

The next moment, the fat man fainted as soon as he had a pain in the back of his head.

Luke took back his hand, fumbled over the fat man, and shook his head regretfully.

There's only one knife on this guy.

He took the knife in his hand, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and started it with a keen sense of smell.

Countless odor lines formed, and he quickly locked in the room.

Six men and one woman!

Two in the right sofa, a man and a woman in the middle sofa, two in the left sofa, one in the toilet.

Luke walked into the room at a normal pace.The black man on the right who is playing the game with a handle is stunned: "what's the hell?"

However, Luke's right hand pointed at him with its black muzzle. His left hand held the knife upside down and held out his index finger on his lips, making a silent gesture.

The black man got nervous, and the fellow players on the side of the game glared at him discontentedly. Then he looked sideways, and immediately stopped.

The next moment, on the middle sofa, a woman in a one-piece red leather skirt screamed, "ah!"

Luke's head was askew, as if he was looking at the woman from the chest to the abdomen, only a few strings connected, revealing a long body skirt.

She was sitting on her side on the back of the sofa, so she was facing Luke from the side so that she could see him as soon as she turned her head.

The Negro next to her was alert, threw down the handle, grabbed a pistol, turned around and aimed it at Luke.

Luke quickly waved his left hand, and the knife he had been holding disappeared in a flash. The next moment, it hit the black man's chest.

He looked at the handle of the knife on his chest with a puzzled face. As soon as the gun in his hand was loose, it fell down.

Luke's figure moved. He was in front of the black man. He caught the gun with his left hand.

Move your right hand. Glock 23, the original gun, has been inserted back into his waist. He quickly exits the black eldest brother's pistol, looks at it, and then inserts the magazine back.

Several people had no idea that this person would do this in front of them. They didn't react for a moment.

When the four men on the sofa wanted to get up, Luke finished checking the guns, just raised the muzzle and pointed to the two people on the right nearest to him.

This is so It's killing!

These people used to be villains, and they didn't have no lives on their hands, but what happened was really weird.

In their eyes, the man in black is like a ghost.

A big Cape, a Zorro hat, from trousers to leather boots, all in black.

Only the mask on that face with a strange and kind smile, and two curly painted very neat mustache.

At first glance, several men and women were cool with the action of his slightly crooked head.

Luke takes out a small recorder in his pocket, presses the play button, and the mechanical electronic sound starts: "where is the money?"

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