Chapter 78: Calm Killing

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Luke was greatly reassured now that he had a weapon. He continued to take off the man’s vest and holster.

The equipment was unattractive, but could be very convenient in battle.

His movements were light but quick.

With the person and the car covering him, nobody else had noticed what happened. Even the car driver was craning his head and looking forward.

A minute later, Luke looted the man of all his equipment. He smiled; the role of hunter and prey had switched.

He jumped off the car and stopped next to the driver.

The driver subconsciously turned around and said, “George, you…”

Luke smashed his fist into the guy’s face, flinging him back into his seat.

Without stopping, Luke moved sideways to the second car.

This driver was an even more avid spectator than the first one; he had opened the door and was watching from outside the car.

In the next moment, his collar was grabbed and he was struck on the back of his head. He was also stuffed back into the driver’s seat.

There were now two cars and seven people up ahead.

Luke approached them unhurriedly with the Beretta 92FS raised. If any of those people saw him, he would have no choice but to kill them.

But he couldn’t kill all of them; some of them had to be kept alive as witnesses.

The more witnesses there were, the less likely that the case could be covered up.

Of course, it was only the lackeys, such as Gus, that he would keep alive.

The real leaders of the group were the people who waited for the prey to be delivered to them in the playground. They wouldn’t catch the victims in person.

They had to be wealthier and more influential. Luke wouldn’t let any of them live.

Dead men couldn’t pull any strings.”

And if their families sought revenge? Wouldn’t they seek revenge anyway if Luke let those people go?

Approaching the rear of the crowd, Luke put his pistol back into the holster. He then grabbed two people by the heads and smashed them together.

With a bam, both of them collapsed, and only five players remained.

Luke sped up and moved as fast as he could. His fists lashed out like lightning.

The drug was still in his system, cutting his strength and reflexes down by half, but it was still easy for him to ambush these players who were barely prepared.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The five players were instantly knocked down.

Luke looked them over and soon figured out their identities.

For those who clearly had better clothes and weapons, he punched them in the back of their heads heavily and killed them.

There were no survivors after he was done, because none of them had lousy gear.

He didn’t use a gun to kill them, because it would alert the players on the other side of the lake.

He didn’t break their necks either, because he might later be accused of killing criminals when they had lost the ability to resist.

When the case was investigated later, he could argue that he had been punching hard when the enemy attacked him. Nobody could blame him.

Nobody could control their fists perfectly when they were faced with ten armed bandits.

He stripped them of their weapons and kept a generic M1911 for himself. He also took a leg holster off one of the players to store all the magazines that his pistol could use.

On his other leg was a decent knife in a sheath.

The person whose hands were nailed to the pier looked at him in shock.

With a cold smile, Luke said, “You were great bait; you can die, now.”

He kicked the guy’s head, and it twisted 270 degrees, as if he were looking back at the sky.

After everything was done, Luke examined the four vehicles. He found walkie-talkies but no cell phones.

These people communicated via walkie-talkies. Things were now trickier.

Should he drive one of the cars away?

He wasn’t familiar with the environment. If the car was damaged by traps on the way, he would be surrounded again.

The fight earlier had been easy because he was on his own, and could attack or retreat freely.

If he drove the car away, he would have to take Selina with him, and she barely had any strength left. They would be sitting ducks for the players.

Luke’s eyes flashed coldly as he decided to take down all of the players!

He had wasted 300 credits and had nearly been killed. He didn’t intend to give in.

Well, fine. The credits weren’t exactly wasted, because it was spent on abilities, but Luke still found it wasteful to spend it on the players.

He got into the biggest pickup with a pair of night vision goggles around his neck. Starting the car, he drove along the edge of the lake.

He had heard a few gunshots just now. Obviously, things weren’t going well for Bob’s family.

As he drove, Luke met another vehicle coming from the opposite direction.

Seeing Luke’s car, the vehicle slowed down, and the man on the back shouted, “Hey, how’s it going?”

Luke held the wheel with his left hand and took the M1911 out of the holster with his right hand.

Lifted his foot off the pedal, he stepped on the brake, and he switched the gun from his right hand to his left, which he lifted to the open window.

Bang!

He was almost right next to the driver of the other vehicle, and he didn’t even need to shoot twice.

After he blew up the driver’s head, the two cars passed each other. The man on the back of the vehicle was shocked, but Luke raised his gun again.

Bang!

It was another headshot.

Luke hit the gas, and the car sped up.

In his wake, the SUV had stopped moving.

Putting the gun back into the holster, Luke was utterly calm.

He believed that serenity was necessary when killing someone.

Killing was a task that required concentration. He couldn’t be muddle-headed.

For Luke, the most important thing right now was to kill these perverted players.

He ran into the first group of game zealots as he approached the other side of the lake.

There were two cars and four players. In front of them was the young boy, Bobby.

Bobby had multiple arrows in him, but none of them were critical hits.

He was screaming and struggling to escape.

Those players were vicious. They had shot at the non-vital parts, such as the arms and legs.