Chapter 1102

Fifty seven! Luke silently counts in his heart and takes their bodies into space one.

From entering this complex and unsupervised area, those dark corners and alleys, stairs, roofs and unmanned rooms become the most suitable hunting ground for him.

In this predetermined hunting ground, he killed nearly 20 killers.

These people also have no less than 200 experience points, and even one has more than 500 experience points.

There are two weak chickens in more than two hundred, but there are three small bosses in more than four hundred.

This can only show that this group of killers have committed more crimes, and none of them should not die.

There is no gunshot, no blood, no body. It's more than ten minutes in silence. Nearly 7000 experience points have arrived, which can be called environmental protection brush points.

If NYPD knew it, it would surely give itself the most enthusiastic public welfare killer award, without any burden on them.

Nearly 20 killers have died, but other killers don't feel at a loss, let alone fear to run away.

Within two or three hours, it will be peaceful again. No one knows what happened here.

Whether it's a killer, a Continental Hotel, or a high table, they don't know.

System father bless, please let oneself finish this big business steadily! He meditated in his heart.

Bang bang bang! make love!

Luke frowned: what's the matter?

He called out the UAV picture in the direction of the gunshot, looked at it for a few times, and found a familiar voice. He could not help but scold maliefaco: Ma Xiaohong? What's the matter with this guy! I've come to Harlem. I can still meet him. Is this guy so smart?

But in his mind, it's probably that there's nothing wrong with the Clinton area. Matt just ran a little farther tonight.

Blame me! It's too hard to clean up Clinton district! Luke was helpless, but not too anxious.

Matt's uniform was obviously featured. At a glance, he knew it wasn't John. The killers were not interested in attacking him.

As long as they are not besieged, the dark red suit can resist several bullets.

But when Matt knocked out a killer with a few sticks and threw him into the dustbin, Luke twitched at the corner of his mouth: you didn't kill anyone, but this hand is black, and it's no worse than a knee breaker.

On the screen, after the killer's hands and feet are hit by the short stick, the curve is very strange, and the identity of the disabled in the second half of his life is proper.

So thinking, he didn't look any more. He moved to a far distance.

Tonight is a feast. He doesn't have time to take care of Ma Xiaohong. Just pull the battlefield away.

A moment later, there were a few more shots, and the killers moved further north with John, the night devil, who suddenly exposed his traces.

Five minutes later, Luke frowned.

Looking at the picture of the drone, Matt, who was torn and fought with two killers again, ran through ten thousand grass and mud horses in his heart.

Matt not only came after him, but also found two killers again.

Fortunately, the close combat ability of the two killers is a lot worse than that of Matt. He is too busy to deal with them. Otherwise, lawyer Ma will be shot again.

Don't let Matt get involved in this. Luke thought so.

Tonight is the official collision between John and the high desk killer. The conflict between the two sides will be more intense in the future.

Matt is in a big fight here and is easily suspected to be John's accomplice.

With the urination of the high desk, it's a mistake to kill. Matt's identity as a Street police officer is worrying, and it's easy to find out the old man.

Quick to make up his mind, Luke regained his stealth and quickly moved closer to Matt's position.

……

Matt gasped for breath and hit the back of the man's head with an elbow.

The Asian fat man with SUMO like figure suddenly slowed down. He was anti beating, but he didn't grow fat on the back of his head, and his anti beating ability was not much higher than that of ordinary people.

Matt was hit twice by him and finally found a chance to ride behind him and give a strong elbow.

Another heavy elbow hit, under the body of this extremely powerful fat man finally eyes a turn, legs a bend, fall to the ground, hit the ground made a dull rumble.

Matt was limp and lay there for a few seconds.

It's too difficult to get involved! He's beaten a lot of people, but it's rare to have a tough opponent like this fat man.

His two short sticks were drawn on each other, which made the fat man shake a few times at most, and then there was no response after a painful cry.

The other side hit him several times, especially the last time, but almost knocked him out.

So, who is John the night devil?

If there are so many killers, if they all have the same level of fat people, how strong is John the night devil? Matt cursed in his heart.

Suddenly, he moved.

In his hearing perception, there is a person who has no breath and no heartbeat coming from behind him.A second ago, he didn't realize the existence of this man at all.

John the night devil! Only this super killer who is good at hiding himself can have this ability.

Matt's brain electrical rotation, a roll to avoid each other.

But when the tumbling was half done, he stopped abruptly, and a very sharp noise penetrated his eardrum.

Hearing acutely, he was stiff and unable to move.

What the hell is this! Matt was horrified.

In fact, he was surrounded by a quiet, no sharp noise at all.

This sound can only be distinguished by Matt's extraordinary hearing.

Luke's small instrument slide closed and the red indicator light turned off.

Looking at the motionless lawyer Ma Xiaohong, he was extremely satisfied: you are looking for a dozen guys everywhere, I really think I can't cure you!

This small instrument is the infrasound weapon invented by Tony Da Shao. Obardy has also done human experiments on his own body, which can instantly make people numb.

Most of the time, Luke doesn't need to use this special weapon, which is easy to expose.

It's not convenient to fight against lawyer Ma, who is also a very flexible fighter. However, it's very suitable.

This is one thing for one thing.

The infrasound weapon that needs to be placed within 30 cm of ordinary people's ear can work, but it can work five meters away against Matt.

Matt, who plays close combat every day, has no chance.

Matt tried to get his body moving, but he was out of control and his ears were buzzing.

Luke reached for a gun and pointed it at the palm of his hand.

Da!

Anesthetics? Marifa!

With his eyes fixed on the special warhead on his palm, Matt's stiff body suddenly softened.

Luke walked over, pulled out the anaesthetic bullet from his palm, touched the fat killer next to him, took out his pistol and raised his hand.

PA! PA!

The fat man and his companion, who were struggling to escape seven or eight meters away, each had a hole in their head.

Throwing the gun on the fat man, Luke dragged Matt into the apartment building next to him.

Soon he found an old apartment that had been unoccupied for many days. He tucked someone who was nosy under his bedroom bed, turned around and left.