One Thousand Three Hundred and Twenty-Eight Chapters Spinning and Jumping with My Eyes Closed

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The bandits who were chasing Luke began to put down the night vision goggles on their helmets. A few seconds later, four groups of five entered from several doors. Someone outside set traps at the door, and the groups locked an entrance.

In this way, the Night Demon cannot fly.

The two sides will have dogfights in this building until the winner is decided.

Luke, who quickly went up to the third floor, looked at the suddenly dark building and laughed: It seems that the other party doesn't know the title of Night Demon very well!

He replaced the two guns with the magazines and inserted them back into his waist. He raised his hand and took off a pair of handicrafts on the wall.

This three-story building has an ordinary shape, but there are few windows and doors, and there are not many rooms, and it is full of one-story museum shelves, and all kinds of cold weapons are placed on the shelves.

So there are no windows here, because it is not used for living, but a collection of cold weapons.

Whether these cold weapons are cultural relics, Luke is not sure, but there are indeed many weapons that are very old in style and smell, and many are obviously imitations made by modern technology.

There are many styles of these cold weapons, from finger knives, sabers, short swords, long swords, two-handed greatswords, to machetes, machetes, sabres, and other flails, shields, hooked sickles, spears, and warhammers.

And the weapon Luke just took off was a pair of one-handed axes.

The axe is forty centimeters long, the axe face is small and delicate, and there are complicated patterns etched on it.

To say that they are weapons, it is better to say that they are modern handicrafts.

Luke could smell the chemical smell on it, which was left over from the etching of the pattern on the axe surface.

But he won't take them, it's not illegal to obtain other people's property, use it to cut down a few people, and leave some usage fees before leaving, the system father will not deduct points.

Walking through a place, Luke suddenly moved his eyes and stopped.

Immediately, he stood in front of a line, inserted the axe into his back waist, fiddled for a moment, connected a smartphone to the line, and then let Polaris send a BGM over there, click to play.

Scoring is boring, but life has to be fun, and someone decides to have a little fun with their scoring journey.

At this moment, the four groups entered the building,

They are covering each other and advancing in pairs, looking for Luke's location.

Except for the very slight rustling of footsteps, the building was silent.

Suddenly, a dense drumbeat sounded from light to heavy, startling the gangsters.

Then the saxophone was mixed with the drums, and the rhythm was like a turbulent torrent under the dark night, which was accumulating strength, waiting for it to explode.

Immediately, the gangsters realized that this was the movement from the broadcasting system of the collection hall.

The group of people involuntarily raised their vigilance, and the commander outside was even more solemn: "Steady, don't be in a hurry. Reduce the speed of advance and be ready to fire at any time."

On the third floor, Luke held two axes, leaned his body leisurely, and walked to the stairs with unhurried steps following the sound of drums.

The axe in both hands moved alternately in front of him, he followed the beat, his body and head swayed, and he went down to the second floor step by step.

Then he wandered into the museum shelf next to him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and while advancing, he looked at the weapons on the museum shelf, enjoying this rare quiet time.

The four gangster groups quickly completed the search on the first floor without finding anything, and gathered at the entrance of the stairs.

The leader turned back, used a few tactical sign languages, and then patted the bandit behind him and signaled to go up.

A group of people filed up.

Hearing the slight but incomparably clear series of footsteps, Luke smiled, still unhurriedly dancing the axe in the museum rack, sliding forward in small steps.

The four groups went up to the second floor, and the strange music was still in their ears. The music was getting more and more rapid, and it seemed to be reaching a climax.

Eliminating the tension in the heart, the four groups of people divided into two directions.

Then one of the gangsters who was at the very front on the right suddenly stepped down and pulled the trigger.

The sound of puff guns broke the harmonious music, and all the bandits immediately surrounded the location.

The two groups proceeded from the passage on the left side of the stairs, and the two groups spread out in the passage to the right that opened fire first.

Just as they were advancing rapidly, Luke jumped a few times from the top of the museum rack, as comfortable as a child stepping on a stone to cross a river, and escaped from the two sides.

At the moment when he finally swept down from the museum shelf, the thought force propped up the soles of his feet just right, vented the force of his body's falling, and stood silently in the left aisle.

In front of him is the back of the head of the two groups of ten gangsters.

Luke hummed the rhythm in his heart, which perfectly matched the music of the broadcasting system, and his footsteps were like sliding across the ice, floating towards the two groups in front of him.

The sharp axe blade of the craft axe is like the fangs of a beast, raised high and quietly dropped.

The two gangsters at the back were stiff, but they didn't fall down for a while.

Luke specially chose the time when their feet were on the ground and their center of gravity was the most stable, and of course they wouldn't let them rush to the street immediately.

The two did not die immediately, but they had their cervical nerves severed, and they still had time to witness their attack - from the teammates in front of them.

In the night vision goggles, a figure floated out from among them, with a slightly bowed body and an axe in both hands?

Although he was moving fast, he was still stepping on the beat of the music, and his body and axe were shaking rhythmically.

This person... is still dancing?

The two gangsters who entered a dying state were full of puzzles: why dance? Who have you met?

Just in the confusion and unwillingness of the two, they saw the figure's axe in both hands suddenly flower, and the two companions stood on the spot.

They suddenly thought: it turned out that I died like this.

With this thought, consciousness is plunged into eternal darkness.

Luke doesn't care about the extra temporary onlookers behind him, he just spins and jumps, and can even swing the axe with both hands with his eyes closed.

This ability is not for nothing to be proficient in primary fighting.

Although there are not many opportunities to use an axe, this pair of axe is just starting, but he is like a veteran who has been immersed in this for more than ten years.

This pair of axes is quite beautiful in appearance, but the center of gravity is unstable, and it is by no means a good weapon for actual combat.

But in his hands, they were like a pair of obedient elves, following his dance moves.

The sound of the music and the slight movement of the group itself concealed the movement of the axe breaking through the flesh and neck bones.

Luke floated past the bandits in an almost skillful display.

The two groups of people whose attention was temporarily in front of them were like wooden figurines with their backs to him, each with an axe.

Until the team leader who was walking in the front turned his head and habitually wanted to see the follow-up situation of the players behind him, he felt a flash in front of his eyes and a chill in his Adam's apple.

With his eyes wide open, he didn't know what was going on. In a daze, his body was pressed against the wall by the axe, and he was just like that, leaning there stiffly.