Chapter 1312: Graceful Debut of a Cold Weapons Master
The captain was the third last to die from both teams; there were only two team members left.
While these two pressed against the shelf and the wall as they guarded the aisle, Luke drew his axe from the captain’s throat and slashed at their necks.
Looking at the bloodstained axes, Luke decisively abandoned these murder weapons.
The first few criminals had been cut through the back of the neck, and there hadn’t been much blood. With the last three, Luke had cut through major blood vessels.
He couldn’t take the axes, or they would drip blood on his custom-made suit.
Thinking that, he looked at the walls again and chose a more modern pair of swords.
It already wasn’t good to use someone else’s collector’s items to kill people; it was better not to touch the more antique weapons.
The moment he picked up the swords, Luke couldn’t help but curl his lip. Sure enough, this was the toy of some weapon enthusiast.
They had extremely flashy gold hand guards, but were much st.u.r.dier than antique swords; they looked like something from the 18th century.
They were far heavier than modern fencing equipment; the impractical, hollow hand guard, and the ridiculous unchanged weight proved that the greatest use for ancient swords was still as decoration. The maker had never considered that they would be used in actual combat one day.
This was combat master Luke’s evaluation of the craftsmans.h.i.+p of these swords. Holding them at a downward angle on each side, he glided forward.
This was a side ability he had developed using Elementary Telekinesis. It could be used to cus.h.i.+on his feet and prevent his clothes from rustling so that his movements were soundless.
This function was worth the time he had spent researching it.
The ten criminals in the right aisle were swiftly retreating. It had only been ten seconds since the first person opened fire.
The commander could monitor the situation in real time via the night vision gear of these criminals.
So, he immediately realized that something was wrong with the ten people in the left aisle. He decisively ordered the group on the right to withdraw and keep the situation under control, and the criminals outside sent another 20 people in.
At that point, there were about 80 people left in this 100-man operation.
There were 50 people outside the museum, and 30 inside.
At the same time, the commander activated a separate communication channel and said in a low voice, “He’s on the second floor.”
There were only two light taps to indicate that the message had been received, and no more movement after that.
The commander took a deep breath and refocused on the battle.
If possible, he hoped that ten of his men could live so that he wouldn’t have to step up.
If all his men died, he didn’t have much hope of being able to survive himself.
He had rolled the dice; the chance of surviving without being crushed was next to zero.
In the end, the outcome of the battle would depend on what Boogeyman John did and the true trump card on their side.
Neither of these was under his control.
He was just a p.a.w.n, not a player.
After everything was done, he could only wait for fate to run its course.
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The music echoed throughout the museum.
When Luke connected the phone to the broadcast system, he had looped the song.
It would continue to play like this, in part to mask his movements, but mainly to cover the sound of his attacks on the criminals.
For someone with Elementary Sound Wave, a suitable BGM wouldn’t affect his performance.
For example, at that moment, he raised his head and looked at the ceiling in the direction of a particular window on the third floor, excitement flas.h.i.+ng in his eyes.
Experts had come! And there were three of them!
However, he suppressed the urge to look for the three experts.
There were ten more criminals on the second floor, and 20 more on the first floor.
The experts were like delicious roast duck. They were cooked, and could no longer fly.
These criminals, on the other hand, were like sauted soybeans; if he used too much strength, they might scatter. He didn’t have time to look for them one by one.
So, he had to eat this soybean appetizer first before he enjoyed the roast duck.
Thinking that, Luke suddenly sped up and flew between two rows of shelves before ducking into an aisle on the right.
After going over the shelves, two heads with night vision goggles appeared in front of him.
They were the two men who brought up the rear.
After the two teams on the left were taken down, the commander had immediately warned them of Boogeyman ambus.h.i.+ng them from behind, so the two men in the rear were on guard.
But Luke dropped down from above between the front and the rear, and was in the team’s blind spot.
Naturally, the commander couldn’t detect him from the real-time surveillance.
Luke thrust out with his swords.
The tips of the swords pierced the napes of the two criminals like thorns, and they were instantly pulled back.
He retreated lightly, and even before he turned around, he thrust backward to stab the napes of the two criminals behind him.
Chi Chi!
In less than half a second, the four criminals were stiff and on the brink of death.
Compared with the hard, straight and short tomahawks, which focused on chopping, this pair of swords were more suitable in length and shape.
Stabbing was definitely the fastest way to attack.
Now that they were in Luke’s hands, these fancy swords were truly lethal weapons.
He had still been playing around a bit when he chopped up ten criminals with his axes just now; with these swords, however, he was focused on killing.
Luke glided over the floor, a sword in each hand. He wasn’t worried about blood splattering on him.
With a flick of his wrists, the originally long and slender blades curved slightly as they swung unhurriedly at the criminals around them.
Cold light flashed in the night, and the criminals who saw Luke were killed before they could even cry out.
They couldn’t shout or move, and could only die stiffly.
In the end, Luke threw out the swords and nailed one criminal to the wall and the other to the floor
Around him, the criminals were still frozen in position. A few seconds later, seven or eight bodies dropped to the floor.
Luke casually grabbed a pair of scimitars that had caught his eye.
They were made with similar antique workmans.h.i.+p, with an exaggerated design and gorgeous colors.
The golden hilts and the long and thin blades that curved at the end were their most eye-catching characteristics.
Grabbing the two scimitars, Luke drifted toward the stairs.
The 20 people who had just entered were charging up to the second floor, when a black figure drifted over from the side.
Before the six men who were already on the second floor could react, Luke kicked off of the wall and twisted his body, and the two scimitars slashed at the necks of two men close to the top of the stairs on the second floor.
Landing in a crouch on the corner railing, he spun around, and the slender scimitars drew two arcs in the air.
The scimitars slashed at the necks of two criminals who were at the top of the stairs, and then at two more at the turn in the stairs.
Luke spun and flew to the bottom of the stairs. With two slashes to the head, the tactical goggles on the faces of two more criminals were broken.