Chapter 956: London Accent, Poem and Action

These trump cards resulted in half of their “comrades” instantly losing their combat ability.

The originally intact defense line was like a pile of sand under an incoming flood. After the huge waves pa.s.sed, only foam remained.

Luke considerately switched targets to these “temporary teammates” who had helped stop most of the hitmen from running away and gave them his warm greetings.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

He fired twelve times in a row, and a dozen previously unharmed hitmen who were fleeing like crazy fell one after another.

With a thought, Luke reloaded the Colt King Cobra.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

Brus.h.i.+ng past the last four killers, Luke stopped almost as soon as he shot them in the head.

Looking around, he unhurriedly took out his left revolver and reloaded the ordinary way for the first time that night.

The crisp London accent echoed in the park in the winter night and was carried on the cold wind and snow. “I hear the echo, from the valleys and the heart. A lonely sickle harvesting empty souls. Incessantly repeating despair, but also repeating joy[1]…”

The hitmen who were either blinded or caught in the explosions felt despair.

The moment they heard the London accent, they understood.

This was the real deal!

A London accent, a poem, and murder: Smiley Face’s triple hallmarks!

Also, the two revolvers which seemed to contain infinite bullets, the terrifying shooting which never missed, and the unhurried movements fit the description in the intelligence perfectly.

As guns sparked, the hitmen lying on the ground recalled what happened just now.

The first smiling man didn’t say anything from beginning to end. His weapons were longswords and Desert Eagles. Although his speed was also terrifying, his style was extremely haphazard.

They were two completely different people.

It was just that the two Smiley Faces were too strong, and the battle was intense and short, so they hadn’t had time to think.

n.o.body thought that the smiling man, who liked to recite poetry and act cool, would be able to maintain that calm when he encountered more than a hundred professional experts.

They expected him to be p.i.s.sing his pants in terror.

Now, the real main character had appeared.

It was only then they realized that the real smiling man could still act as pretentious as ever even when faced with almost a hundred professional killers.

They were just props for the other party to show off.

“I believe I am, born as the bright summer flowers…”

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

“Not withering, not defeated, as bewitching as fire…”

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

“The burden of a heartbeat and the inconvenience of breathing…”

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

“I never tire of it!”

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Amidst the gunshots, Luke recited a poem like someone dancing to a drum as he made his way around the battlefield.

By the time he recited the last line of the poem, basically all the hitmen at the scene were dead.

Crossing his arms, he put his guns back and caught a snowflake. “It’s snowing hard.”

In the lab, Selina, who was sitting in front of the monitor, was holding half a cake. Her mouth was wide open as she forgot to take a bite. She stared blankly at the person who had caught the snowflake.

She had always known that Luke was very strong.

Killing dozens of people in one go could only be considered a regular operation for him. The ultimate operation was killing hundreds of drug dealers in Mexico.

But tonight, Luke had refreshed her understanding of him.

He had killed more than a hundred criminals, and all of them were veterans.

It was like the difference between beating a few hundred primary school kids at table tennis and a hundred national table tennis players.

But when all was said and done, table tennis was a one-on-one game, while this had been one versus many.

Selina again recalled how, when Luke brought up the difference in their strengths, he always had a kind expression on his face.

Selina immediately understood. She smiled bitterly. This was indeed a topic that couldn’t be discussed.

Without the symbiotic complete form with Gold Nugget, she would be instantly killed when facing more than a hundred hitmen. There was no room for a counterattack.

Even if she used the complete form, she would still be easily restrained by the hitmen’s flash and stun grenades.

In comparison, Wade was really strong.

Luke was even stronger, and the number of professional killers was meaningless to him.

“Sigh, life is as lonely as snow!” A faint sigh came from the monitor.

Selina finally came back to her senses. She slapped her forehead and said, “Hey, aren’t you too deep into the act? Hurry up and clean up. The police station still got a few calls saying that there’s a lot of activity in the park. You have thirty minutes at most to clean up. Remember, it should be spotless.”

Luke was woken up by her words and could only shake his head with a smile.

Walking over to an a.s.sa.s.sin, he looked down at her and chuckled. “There’s no need to pretend. I only hit the bulletproof panel over your chest. Unless you have a serious heart attack, your skin will only be red at most.”

The female a.s.sa.s.sin still didn’t move.

Luke didn’t think much of it. “Go back and tell the Continental Hotel that this is just a small meeting gift. Since I’m standing in New York, all of you have to kneel. If I sit, all of you have to lie down, just like you right now.”

With that, he kicked the back of her head lightly with the tip of his foot. The muscles of the person lying on the ground loosened, and she fainted for real.

Luke snorted. “Sigh, I still went back on my word.”

After thinking for a moment, he had finally decided to leave one “messenger” for the Continental Hotel.

But the purpose of the message was to instigate the exact opposite response.

This message would only make the Continental Hotel regard V as their real enemy and attach more importance to him.

Why was Luke doing this? The sharp increase in experience and credit points in the system said it all.

Apart from the Continental Hotel, it was hard for him to meet “good people” like these in New York.

There weren’t many big villains who were able to send over a hundred small bosses to his door at one go.

He wondered how many experience and credit points he could get if he pulled the Continental Hotel out by its roots.

As he thought about making a fortune, he moved quickly as he transported the “garbage” that was all over the ground and washed the scene clean.

It wasn’t that he wanted to act pretentious just now.

In the past few months, as he experienced more and more battles, Luke had the feeling that a team made up of ordinary humans posed no threat to him.

He had made ample preparations for today’s battle and had prepared for all kinds of accidents.

But with Wade’s “help,” everything was unimaginably easy.

Luke had only been shot a total of three times and several parts of his armor was broken.

He had only been hit because he had chosen to increase his efficiency, which meant dodging less.

From the results of tonight’s battle, as long as it wasn’t regular army foot soldiers working in tandem and there was no air support, it didn’t matter if 100 or 500 people showed up. For Luke, the only difference would be in the number of shots he fired; the situation wouldn’t be that much more difficult.

Besides, there was basically no chance that Luke would encounter a situation like that in the future.

[1] By the poet Tagore