Chapter 1319: Interference, 10,000 and Another 10,000
Holding the gun in one hand, the rider couldn’t help but wipe the dust from his face with the other, revealing his African-American features.
“Daywalker?” There was an exclamation.
The rider narrowed his eyes and looked at someone behind the two men.
It was Vampire No. 1 who had shouted. He looked at the latest intruder in horror and used a t.i.tle that could make vampires p.i.s.s their pants.
Wiping away the dust on his face, Daywalker, who had been recognized by his archenemy, grinned and said darkly, “You look like an old ghost!”
At that moment, Daywalker and Vampire No. 1 faced off, while Luke and Bullseye did the same. The four of them were in a cross-shaped formation.
As soon as Daywalker said that, he threw out another dart.
He had never been talkative when it came to vampires.
Luke’s expression flickered. He casually tossed away the empty Glock and drew out a second gun from his waist.
After shooting back twice, Bullseye crouched down behind a counter and quickly moved forward. He released the empty clip and reloaded.
Ever since that one time he had been forced to flee because of the sheer number of bullets his opponent had, he had become much more sensitive to the amount of bullets he himself had.
After encountering another super strong opponent, the sense of danger from running out of ammo had lingered and turned into a psychological shadow in his heart.
Hence, he no longer dared to throw away guns like before, since the other party might seize the opportunity when he was picking up another gun to shoot him to kingdom come.
But he had seen the guy throw away a gun just now.
This sort of opportunity to take down the enemy could appear on his end.
Calculating the remaining bullets in Luke’s Glock, Bullseye curled his lip and fired twice.
Luke raised his s.h.i.+eld and blocked the two bullets again.
Bullseye cursed inwardly. He hated people who used s.h.i.+elds the most. This guy, in particular, had great foresight.
Luke had no time to bother with him. He simply raised the fourth finger and pinky on his left hand.
He plucked the silver dart nimbly out of the air.
Daywalker’s face darkened when he saw this. He was completely confused by Luke’s action.
But Luke just turned around and exerted more strength as he threw the dart out, still aiming at the first vampire.
At the same time, the Glock that was pointing at No. 1 fired again.
No. 1 only had time to cover his face with his hands, and felt two hits on the armor which covered the back of his hands. The broken bullet fragments left two small holes in his forehead.
He crouched down without hesitation and jumped to the other side.
As soon as he put his hands down, he sensed a silver light spinning toward him.
Puchi!
The silver dart pierced his neck and got stuck there.
No. 1 choked, desperation in his eyes. There was a bright spark in his neck, and he exploded.
In the system, Luke instantly obtained 12,000 experience and credit points.
Satisfied, Luke turned the gun.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullseye had barely stuck his head out before he retreated at bullets flying in from the side.
Cursing No. 1 inwardly as garbage, he aimed his gun at Daywalker, who had suddenly interfered.
At the same time, Daywalker immediately hid behind a counter.
He had clearly seen Luke’s fight with Bullseye earlier, and knew that both of them were unbelievably strong. If he wasn’t careful, he might die.
Since Daywalker was keeping Bullseye occupied, Luke immediately turned his gun and fired at No. 3. He quickly turned around and headed for the stairs.
On the other side, No. 3’s eyes were still filled with bloodl.u.s.t, but his body was very honest… and he started to run.
He couldn’t beat Luke, who had killed two of his compatriots, or Daywalker, who had just appeared out of nowhere.
He didn’t have much confidence in Bullseye, whom he had been counting on just now.
The vampires were a selfish race that didn’t have any sense of shame; he didn’t consider Bullseye a teammate.
Even if the commander had told him that they were on the same side.
After being turned over a hundred years ago, humans were nothing more than food and toys in his eyes.
Thus, No. 3 decisively ran away. In any case, he was valuable enough and would only be punished at most when he returned.
His plan was to go up to the second floor and escape through a window so that he wouldn’t be blown back by the bomb set up at the door on the first floor.
It was one thing to walk through the front door, but he would have to go through Luke and Daywalker; it would be a miracle if he could survive.
But as an expert at slipping away himself, how could Luke let him go?
Based on the results with No. 1 and No. 2, No. 3 was worth at least 10,000 experience and credit points. It would be a waste to let him run.
So, the two of them ran for the stairs almost at the same time.
Having tasted the power of a cold weapon, No. 3 finally got a taste of the strongest marksmans.h.i.+p that was in the Boogeyman’s file.
Switching directions constantly, he dodged the first three bullets in a row. The fourth bullet hit him in the waist, the fifth bullet hit his thigh, and the sixth bullet hit his calf.
When he dodged the first three bullets, the last three bullets. .h.i.t him as if they had been waiting for him.
The bullets didn’t affect him much. Ordinary people would fall to their knees from pain after being shot, but he only jolted slightly, which wasn’t even a 0.1 second delay.
In front of Luke, however, who was faster and more quick-witted, this delay was fatal.
When his calf was. .h.i.t, he inevitably slowed down.
At that time, Luke blocked the stairs and threw out his s.h.i.+eld.
No. 3 could only switch directions to avoid the s.h.i.+eld.
Luke quickly closed the distance between them, from eight to seven, then five to three meters.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
The Glock fired in the dark. No. 3 only had time to cover his face with his claws before he felt pain in his hands and legs.
All the bullets were emptied into his limbs, slowing him down further.
Then, Luke grabbed No. 3’s right claws with his free right hand and pressed himself to the man’s back. He then stuck his left hand under the man’s armpit, and they switched positions.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullseye’s three unexpected bullets. .h.i.t No. 3 in the face and chest.
No. 3 paused, and suddenly lost the strength to resist.
Pressing down on the man’s right claws, Luke made a slas.h.i.+ng motion.
Puchi!
No. 3’s head flew up. As it spun in the air, his body and head both exploded with sparks.
After collecting 15,000 experience and credit points, Luke looked at Bullseye, who was fighting Daywalker.
Bullseye seemed to sense the unfriendly gaze. He turned around and looked at Luke, but didn’t panic. Instead, he bent down and charged at Daywalker.