Chapter 915: Good Shooting, Wrong Target
Selina burst out laughing.
Cutting flesh with a blunt knife was also a life skill.
Kingpin probably wouldn’t be able to hold back since New York was his main territory.
Without New York, his foundation would be gone, and whether his allies elsewhere would buy what he was selling would be another matter.
At 9pm, Luke and Selina left with Gold Nugget in the rain.
They didn’t use the front entrance at night, but went in and out through an underground pa.s.sage which Luke had opened.
In the last few nights, he had worked overtime after coming home. He opened a separate pa.s.sage in one corner of the first floor which led to the sewers nearby.
As the largest city in America, New York had an extremely complicated sewage system, and one could reach many places through them.
The advantage of this route was that it wasn’t easily targeted, whether they were coming or going.
The downside was that sanitation in the sewers wasn’t great.
In the past few days, Luke had been sorting out a map and choosing the most suitable routes in the sewers to avoid running into those that dealt with toilet drainage and so on.
The oxygen supply system attached to the armor could prevent them from inhaling the stench and methane in the sewers, and the smell on them would be removed with a special scent cleanser so that no one would be able to track them.
After crossing a few blocks underground, they emerged from the sewer entrance near Central Park.
These exits had been specially selected. There were no surveillance cameras and there were few people in this area.
The optical camouflage on their armor could cover most of their tracks and prevent them from being discovered by onlookers.
In the rain, they appeared on the west side of the park.
There was an apartment building here which served as a transaction hub for Kingpin.
Every day, a lot of goods were distributed from this nest; it could be considered an important wholesale channel.
Given this strategic location, most of the handovers were carried out in the park, and the people in the nest could use binoculars to check if the handover site was safe.
This way, they could avoid being exposed by too many traffickers coming to their door, and lower the chances of being caught by the police, which would greatly reduce the loss of illegal drugs.
Unfortunately, this method was useless against Luke.
He had long locked onto the nest with Sharp Nose, and had studied the movements of these gangsters.
After this nest was cleaned up, this Central Park “distribution center” would be paralyzed, and the volume of Kingpin’s output would drop by at least 5 to 7% within a few days.
Kingpin wouldn’t have his eye on this if it wasn’t such a significant distribution chain.
As a direct compet.i.tor to two-bit sellers, it was a very profitable nest, and their drugs were much more expensive than wholesale drugs from other gangs.
Even if they only sold one-fifth of the total volume of other sellers, their profit margin was still 15 to 20%.
Goods moved very quickly in this nest and they were delivered in batches which didn’t give the police a chance to catch the big fish.
But was Luke someone who cared about all of that? He was only here for one person.
As long as he got rid of the skilled workers and key figures in this nest, Kingpin wouldn’t be able to sell any of his goods.
For a bigshot like Kingpin, drugs that couldn’t be sold were no different from detergent.
Two people and one dog followed the standard procedure: Luke attacked, Selina blocked off the escape route, and Gold Nugget remained invisible the entire time.
They snuck into the apartment building and removed the optical camouflage.
The point of their operations in the last few days was to give Kingpin a hard time.
Thus, before they broke out fighting, the two of them would reveal themselves and deliberately leave a few survivors.
It was a clear message to Kingpin: It’s us again. Cut us down if you dare!
Luke, who was the main attacker, walked unhurriedly up the stairs with knives in both hands. He even hummed a song. “This. .h.i.t, that ice cold, Mich.e.l.le Pfeiffer, That white gold…”
Selina, who had been guarding the back door, couldn’t help but mock, “Hey, this song doesn’t match V’s character, does it?”
As he stepped forward in time with the song, Luke replied, “In any case, there’s only us, and n.o.body else can see me.”
Selina was lost for words and Gold Nugget remained silent.
On the second floor, Luke threw his knives at the two guards at the end of the hallway.
His footsteps were still unhurried as he walked down the hallway. When he pa.s.sed each door, he paused slightly to get rid of the people who were hiding inside the room or lying in ambush.
Luke walked to a door at the end of the hallway. He bent down and pulled out the knives from the necks of the two guards who were lying on the ground. With a flick of his wrists, the blood rolled off of the knives.
He kicked the door open and walked in.
The people inside were very vigilant. As soon as the door was kicked open, they subconsciously reached for their guns.
Luke charged forward and drew arcs in the air with the knives in his hands. He zigzagged through the living room several times, and all the criminals collapsed, clutching their throats.
At that moment, the bathroom door suddenly opened. Before the criminal holding a gun could see what was going on in the living room, a black shadow flew over and stabbed him in the neck.
In the face of Luke’s sudden attack, the sixteen criminals on this floor didn’t even have a chance to shoot before they were killed.
He put the knives back at his waist and threw the goods into the kitchen sink.
Forget about the toilet. That guy just now had taken a dump in the toilet and hadn’t flushed.
Luke didn’t want to smell it. He had already had enough of the weird smells in the sewers.
In less than two minutes, Luke had finished dealing with all the goods. As he stood in the living room and examined himself to see if he had missed anything, his expression changed and he suddenly moved half a meter away.
Clang! Pu!
The sound of gla.s.s breaking and a dull thud rang out in the room.
There was a bullet hole in the window on the northeast side of the room.
Luke dashed out of the room and turned into a transparent and distorted shadow in the hallway. He flew out of a window on the second floor and ran toward an apartment building on the north side.
In a room on the third floor of an apartment building 200 meters away, a middle-aged man with a beard cursed in a low, French accent. He grabbed the AWP from the window and put it in his backpack before quickly going downstairs and entering the alley behind the building.
The alleys here let out on all sides, and there were no streetlights or surveillance cameras. It was very suitable for a quick retreat.
His car was parked in an alley outside the building. As long as he got into the car and left, n.o.body would be able to find him.
Thinking that, he quickly walked to the car, opened the door, and placed the bag on the pa.s.senger seat. Just as he was about to get into the driver’s seat, he felt something cold on his neck.
The bearded man paused, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He didn’t dare move.
“You’re good at shooting, but you don’t know how to pick your target.” An English accent rang out behind him.
The bearded man was even more shocked.
His intended target earlier supposedly had an English accent.
But wasn’t that person still 200 meters away?