Chapter 1086: Change of Plans and Santino’s Worries
Luke didn’t have time to send Matt back, and even had to make some changes to his plan because of this guy; letting him sleep under a bed was already letting him off easy.
He thought of how people who got in the hitman’s way in the movies were knocked out and stuffed either into the bathroom or the closet.
Luke stood on the roof and looked at the red dots on the map.
Thinking for a moment, he decided that he couldn’t hide anymore. The Boogeyman had to show his face.
If it wasn’t for Matt, he could’ve played hide-and-seek with the others until midnight.
If John never appeared after Matt appeared, would the High Table eventually be suspicious of Matt?
Was Matt John’s accomplice, and had only shown up to distract everyone? Or was Matt someone else’s p.a.w.n, specifically targeting the High Table?
It was very likely that the High Table would be confused.
After all, Matt had knocked out several hitmen and was wearing such a flashy getup!
John now had to put on a big show and fight the hitmen head-on, which would set Matt up as an unimportant intruder.
That was why Luke had knocked Matt out.
There could only be one male lead tonight, and that was Boogeyman John.
Making up his mind, Luke canceled the stealth function on his suit and stored it in his inventory, revealing the Boogeyman’s standard suit.
After slicking his hair back and making sure it wasn’t a mess, he took out an AUG.
This was a completely personal modified gun which he had picked up from a hitman.
Luke had hardly ever used a gun like this before, and it was quite accurate and convenient for shooting at mid-range.
He bent down and went to a roof. After adjusting his breathing for a moment, he suddenly got up and raised his gun.
A hitman was using binoculars to look for the target from a rooftop 200 meters away.
A person entered his line of sight. His black suit wasn’t eye-catching, but the gun he was holding sparked in the distance.
F*ck! The hitman was shocked and vigilant.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
He heard gunshots.
Crack!
One of the bullets pierced the binoculars and didn’t stop.
The hitman was still for several seconds before he collapsed. One of his eyes had turned into a hole, the area around it mangled by broken binoculars fragments.
Luke instantly turned the gun fifteen degrees to the right.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
100 meters away, another hitman who was aiming at him dropped.
Luke didn’t stop there. He turned 50 degrees to the right, and a hitman on another rooftop raised his gun and aimed at him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The hitman spun and dropped his gun.
Luke shook his head. The man wasn’t dead.
Sniping really wasn’t his specialty. Also, with how he switched targets so quickly, the successive shots he fired naturally wouldn’t be as accurate as at close range.
He shot the first hitman through a pair of binoculars.
The second hitman was also shot in the face.
Two bullets. .h.i.t the third hitman in the chest and shoulder, but he was still alive.
Of course, if the three killers knew what Luke was thinking, they would probably die from anger.
He had never used an AUG before. He hit three targets in two seconds, and in different directions. Two of them were dead and one was injured, and he was still complaining that he wasn’t good at shooting.
Luke subconsciously a.s.sessed his abilities, and didn’t waste any time.
After three attacks, he retreated into the darkness with his gun.
Several hitmen nearby had already sensed the activity and immediately approached his location.
Luke didn’t look up as he entered the apartment building. He murmured, “There are so many drones today.”
There were five small drones in this area, which were still feeding the hitmen his movements.
Luke wasn’t too surprised.
His medium-sized drone was at an even higher alt.i.tude to better monitor the situation down below.
Also, it was like a ghost machine which couldn’t be detected with tech that had yet to reach a certain point.
Since everybody has surveillance methods, let’s hurt each other!
Luke ran quickly and opened a window on the second floor. Leaping down, he heard the sound of an SUV.
The head of a hitman who was running toward the entrance of the apartment building exploded.
Luke dropped to the ground and left. Behind him, the hitman collapsed; their movements were surprisingly coordinated.
When the gunshots rang out, the surrounding hitmen moved even faster. They had clearly received information of his location.
Luke, however, disappeared into the darkness.
Elementary Concealment was just that powerful.
Even with the drones over their heads, the hitmen couldn’t react quickly.
Two hitmen stuck their heads out from around a corner and carefully took two steps.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
They were both killed.
At a distance of thirty meters, an AUG was much better than a pistol.
…
In the Continental Hotel, Santino frowned.
What was going on with John? Why was he getting stronger?
The guards at his estate were decent, but they weren’t seasoned fighters, so it wasn’t strange that Luke had killed dozens of them.
But he had also killed fifty of the elite hitmen summoned by the High Table tonight, which was a little unbelievable.
Wasn’t this guy heavily injured? Why was he still so strong?
He looked at the short-haired girl. “How is he killing so many people?”
Thinking for a moment, the short-haired girl signed with her hands.
Seeing her gestures, Santino nodded thoughtfully. “He barely showed his face, so he’s indeed heavily injured. Killing his opponents with firearms is less of a burden on his body?”
Thinking that, Santino leaned back against the couch and sighed. “It’s a pity I’m not the head of the family yet, and I can’t use those legendary killers. But if I don’t kill him, how can I go back and take over the family head position?”
The short-haired girl felt helpless.
That was just going around in circles.
John was strong, but he wasn’t the only legendary killer under the High Table.
The strength that John had displayed before could only be considered to be at the bottom when it came to the legendary killers.
If they wanted to kill John, they could just send out a stronger legendary killer.
At the High Table, the only people qualified to use these super killers were the twelve members.
But if he didn’t kill John, Santino wouldn’t be able to become one of the twelve.
He had told John to kill Gianna before the coronation ceremony, so John could naturally do the same to him.
It could be said that he had brought it on himself!
For a moment, Santino was extremely conflicted. F*ck! This matter was…
After thinking for a long while, he said, “Support the hitmen as much as possible. It’s best if we kill John tonight.”
The short-haired girl signed, “Understood,” but there was great doubt in her eyes. She didn’t think it was likely that she would succeed.
Santino understood what she was thinking. He sighed. “Even if you can’t kill him, injure him heavily. At the very least, it’ll give me time to complete the coronation ceremony.”
The short-haired girl: “…”