Chapter 1332 (1/2)

Luke didn't let them go.

Gently turning the two daggers in his hand, he resumed his steady steps and walked towards the direction where the three bandits gathered.

Listening to the sound of footsteps, a bandit couldn't bear the fear in his heart. He suddenly stood up and pulled the trigger in the direction of footsteps. He roared.

In an instant, he emptied the magazine and found that there was no one in front of him.

Stunned, Luke stepped out of his body and lifted his hand to wipe his throat.

The bandit's eyes became frightened, and he threw away the micro charge and covered his neck.

But the surging blood flooded his hands and then half of his body.

Another partner squatting a meter away beside him saw Luke's figure and wanted to pull the trigger.

Luke took a sharp sideways step, stepped past him, and another dagger passed his neck.

The bandit also stepped on the back of his companion, covering his neck helplessly with his hands, leaning against the wall and watching the black figure leave.

Another bandit, who was hiding three meters away, heard the noise and breathed fast. He crouched behind the counter in horror, looking left and right, and the muzzle of his gun was shaking.

However, a dagger stretched out from his head and fell in front of him, around his neck. He only felt that his throat was cold, and then a hot and humid liquid gushed out.

He struggled to stand up, took two steps, and fell on the counter.

In the dim green light, a large dark liquid soon covered the glass surface of the counter.

The first floor gradually fell into silence.

The gangsters who were seriously injured before were either dead or out of breath. The screams were almost inaudible.

The thick bloody air filled the dark air, and the eyes in three pairs of shadows were bloodshot, staring at Luke's back.

They watched him like this, sneaked close again to find a gangster, threw out two daggers and killed the last two.

Luke raised his head, took a long breath, and seemed to relax.

Then he went to the bandit who died at last, reached for him, took up the micro punch which was hanging on his chest, and then he would take it down.

Just then, with a roar, a black figure smashed into the air vent on the ceiling in the corner of the wall and fell on him a few meters away.

In the eyes of normal people, this shadow will only be a fleeting mirage in this dark environment.

But in the eyes of Luke, who has been waiting for a long time, the speed of the shadow is not fast enough.

He raised the MP7 in his hand, which was a shuttle.

The shadow didn't dodge. Several bullets hit him only making a dull sound, and his speed and movement were not affected.

Luke raised his head in surprise, released the MP7 in his hand, and stepped back in a little hurry.

Under the dark shadow, he fell into the air again with a little bit of tiptoe and a flash of speed.

His hands, which had been huddled in front of his chest, sprang out, and two big claws thrust into Luke's head.

Luke rolled awkwardly to the side and dodged the attack again, but the pace of action was obviously a bit disordered.

The black shadow rushed to the ground in a hurry. The action had little time difference with Luke's attack on those bandits. It was like the two attacks were just illusions.

In silence, another shadow fell from the ceiling vent behind Luke.

Different from the first shadow, he did not break the air window, but moved the air window quietly when Luke was dealing with the first shadow chase.

His dive was also gentle, just in front of Luke's back.