Chapter 1125 (1/2)

At the moment, there are only a few ordinary killers in the textile factory who are shivering in the shelter.

But in Luke's sense, they were all easily found, shot at each head.

Hide your ass, you bastards! As a villain, you have the awareness to become experience points at any time. He muttered in his heart and went into a place like a frozen storehouse.

On a row of hooks, there is a fan of pork, which is also mixed with several human bodies.

Some of the human bodies are dummies, and some are real bodies.

Luke frowned.

He doesn't care about cleanliness when he brushes experience points.

But the bodies were old and young. They were not like professionals in body shape and limb, but they had many bullet holes and knife edges.

In his professional vision, the blade was obviously made before death, but the bullet hole was made after death.

These people, torture people to death with knives, and use corpses as targets.

This kind of insane behavior of the mutual aid association is disgusting. It doesn't even have the most basic respect for people.

Stepping in, his head slowly turned, as if looking for something.

Suddenly, a steel chisel came out of two pieces of pork and went straight to Luke's back waist. A loud roar came out.

Luke's back seemed to have eyes. He turned around just in time to avoid the attack, but there was a cold light in front of him.

He wiped his hands on his waist, and the two sabres came out of their sheaths again.

In the harsh hissing and clattering, a fat man with a big body and a waistcoat Bib hit Luke with a butcher's knife and a steel chisel.

Three knives and a steel chisel are entwined, and the steel blade is fiercely sawing.

The movements of the two men are smooth and quick. Although they are not of the same style, they both show extremely skilled close body cold weapon fighting skills.

The difference is that the fat man with the knife and the chisel always accompanied by a big drink when he wielded the knife. He was fierce and savage, like a monster.

Luke just blanks and keeps silent from beginning to end.

And when the two fight, the fat man's body bumps into the big fan of pork without any scruples, while Luke hasn't even touched the pork once.

Just as the fat man shouted and became more and more excited, Luke suddenly said, ”you're the only one. Let's go!”

The fat man didn't understand what this meant, so he felt that the power of terror broke out on the sabres.

Even if his physical strength broke out, he was the one with the highest increase in strength in the Mutual Aid Association, and there was no room to fight.

One knife and one drill were stirred into the flower of the sabre. The matte sabre, like two poisonous snakes, passed his wrists gently.

As soon as the fat man's hands were loosened, two weapons flew several meters away and two pieces of pork were inserted.

He looked at the weak opponent in shock and opened his mouth to say something.

Luke didn't give him the chance. Two sabres turned into a shadow and waved: ”too slow, you are too slow! Slow will hesitate, hesitation will lose! Faster, faster to hide. You can't even hide from knives. How can you muddle along! Waste, die. ”

A series of drinking and scolding sound is as violent as two sabres, hitting fat people both physically and mentally.

The fat man was like an electric shock, shaking left and right in countless black arcs, but he never fell down.

Only the blood taken from him by the black Sabre turned into a string of blood beads, and countless blood lines were thrown out in the whole slaughterhouse.

Until the sound disappeared, the fat man stared at Luke in front of him, his lips wriggled: ”good, fast, fast knife...”