Chapter 974

The appearance of the reward was an accident.

In addition to the battlefield, there is almost no other possibility to encircle Luke with 100 special forces fighters.

He will not enter the battlefield.

He has no interest in killing people. It's just because of experience points.

Even if some people must have experience points to take, he didn't have the idea of killing them all.

Like the 1200 cases he handled in the past year, most of them were only sent to prison by him, and most of the dead were concentrated in some vicious gang members.

Other small cases of petty theft, bank robbery and gun threat, even if they can be solved by shooting, are just to subdue each other.

The mainland hotel offer him a chance.

Actual combat is the only criterion to test truth.

Today's actual battle tested his conjecture.

The common human army, in the absence of a large number of heavy fire coordinated attack, can no longer pose a threat to him.

That doesn't sound like a big deal. The army doesn't have a lot of firepower.

But Luke and his various vest activities are almost all in big cities.

In such an environment, the army is unlikely to use heavy firepower, and the consequences are too serious.

He is invincible to ordinary people in the city.

At this conclusion, there was no surprise in his heart, but he was a little empty.

That sentence "loneliness is like snow", is really a true portrayal of the mood at the moment.

From this moment on, the fight with ordinary people will become a simple and no suspense mechanical brush score behavior, even if the other side is an elite killer or special soldier, even if the number of the other side is tens of thousands.

Unless the opponent is a super power player, or as a young man, has a super normal equipment weapon, it is only a moving target under the muzzle of his gun.

Thinking of this, he quickly cleaned up all the "garbage" and the scene and threw it into a van parked in the park parking lot in advance.

This is also the props he reserved here in advance. They exist for washing the floor.

Turning his head to look at a dead silence, only the snowy Park, he pondered for a moment, chuckled: "let's leave a souvenir for you!"

With the cover of the van, he carried a life size sculpture out of the storage space and placed it on the small peninsula beside the lake.

Most of the killers left their lives here tonight, which is a good place to leave souvenirs.

After placing the sculpture, Luke waved his matte knife, and a line of standard English characters appeared on the base of the sculpture.

Looking at the sentence carved by the machine, he nodded his head with satisfaction, turned around and wanted to go, then stopped suddenly. The matte knife waved again and carved a number under the message - 126.

"now, your memory should be clearer and longer." Luke chuckled, got on the van and quickly disappeared into the park.

Once again, the mire Park fell into silence. Only snowflakes fell, gradually piling up on the coma killer and the black statue.

Snow, more and more big.

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At the Continental Hotel in New York, Winston, with a book in his hand, looked at it leisurely on the sofa by the fireplace.

Suddenly, the door was knocked.

He frowned. "Come in." Just listening to the knock on the door, he knew it was the duty manager of the hall, Karen.

A skinny black man came in and walked not far from Winston.

He was dressed in a neat black suit, with a straight back, quick but not impatient, and even quite polite, which was quite different from the unrestrained and natural style of most African Americans.

This is Karen, Winston's most trusted man.

"Something's wrong, sir." "I don't know," he said softly.

Winston was not impatient, but he did not delay. He bookmarked the book folder in his hand, closed it and put it on the small tea table beside him: "what's the matter?"

Karen: "there's something wrong with smiley's order. News just came in. Of the 127 killers who went to the mire Park, only one survived. "

Winston's breathing stopped a little and lifted his hand to take off his gold glasses: "what's the situation?"

At the same time, he had several thoughts floating in his mind.

Peer ambush? Official move? Or Is that man out of the mountain?

Thinking of the last thought, he couldn't help shaking his head a little: impossible, the man had worked hard to get out of this circle, just for a precious love, how could he come back.

"The one who survived was put back by the smiling man on purpose to send a message. It was also the first time she called the hotel after waking up that I knew the news." He said.

Winston, with a calm expression, rose slowly, walked two steps, stood in front of the fireplace, and added two firewood to the fireplace: "what did he say?"Karon's racial talent limited his facial expression, but his expression became more rigid: "Sir, what is it?"

Winston watched as the wood that had just been thrown into the fireplace began to discolor and light up again. "Say."

Carlon: "his original words are - go back to tell the mainland Hotel, this time it's just a small gift. Now that I'm in New York, I'll stand and you'll have to kneel. I'll sit and you'll have to lie down, just like you are now. "

This, he repeatedly confirmed.

He knew his boss would ask.

In the pupils of Winston 's eyes, the firelight of the fireplace was beating, and the newly added wood made it more lively.

After a moment of silence, he said, "take good care of the living one, and make sure that she remembers all the useful information."

Karen: Yes, sir

After waiting for a moment, he didn't hear the next sentence. He hesitated and said, "Sir, the smiling man..."

Winston waved to him with his back. "Leave him alone for the time being, as usual."

Kalong opened his mouth, and finally said respectfully, "yes, sir." He quit the room.

One order killed 126 killers, which is extremely rare for mainland hotels.

Carlon wanted to ask what to do, but he couldn't figure out a lot of Winston's ideas, but he believed that boss had his own plan, so he didn't need to remind him repeatedly.

Winston stood in front of the fireplace for a long time, until he felt a little hot, so he went back to the living room and took out his cell phone number: "thoroughly check the order, number 041125, contract code: smiley face.". Including the payer and the reason for the contract. Remember, I don't want the n-hand goods that I found on the street. I want the first-hand information. "

Hearing the answer over there, he hung up.

Go to the window, looking at the first snow, his heart flashed a bad feeling.

This premonition helped him avoid many crises. He would rather believe it and spend time and energy to verify whether it is true or not, rather than classify it as the suspicion disease of the elderly.

The world is too dangerous.

The mainland hotel is not invincible.

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