Chapter 1101 The Nosy Comes

The drone camera shot the killer's own image through the invisible Luke, and the image above was slightly distorted.

Ordinary people may easily ignore this anomaly, but this killer of technology flow obviously likes to get to the bottom of it, and looks at it with his mobile phone in doubt.

At this moment, a voice sounded behind him: "Oh, you know too much."

Before the killer had time to react, the back of his head clicked softly, and his eyes suddenly turned black.

Then his phone was taken and the drone dropped.

After a few seconds, the roof was empty again.

A cloud of slightly distorted air leaped several times, quickly swept across the top of the dense apartment buildings, and threw itself onto the fire stairs dozens of meters away.

A killer just opened the window of a certain room, and was about to come out, when he felt a strong wind blowing, and his heart shook heavily. At the same time, he fell backwards paralyzed.

But before he landed, he completely lost consciousness.

The two occupants sleeping in the bedroom did not hear any movement, only the door was opened a crack, proving that someone had come here.

...

Matt is depressed.

He hasn't encountered many good things recently, and a lot of bad luck.

After those red-clothed ninjas disappeared, Jin Bing's forces also disappeared, the Russian gang was wiped out, the Irish gang was washed twice, and various small and medium gangs were also unlucky.

The law and order in the Clinton district improved dramatically, but he was injured again and again.

Being cut with a scythe, being shot, being treated with electrotherapy, and being served with sedatives all happened in just over two months.

His vigilante career was suddenly surprisingly colorful.

Fortunately it was all worth it.

Although Karen and he had just made some progress, they were forcefully inserted by another woman and his ex-girlfriend, tossing them to the point of being broken, but his mission was to save Hell's Kitchen and save the innocents who encountered danger.

girlfriend, that kind of thing,

If it's gone, it's gone, maybe he shouldn't have a girlfriend.

Otherwise, why would an ex-girlfriend be an ex-girlfriend now?

Trouble is, the ex-girlfriend not only messed up his new relationship, but also brought up a bigger problem.

She made a request for him to help solve the problem, and she also looked like she was not in a relationship with him.

But Matt really didn't want to entangle with her, but he didn't know how to send this wretched ex-girlfriend away.

Under his distress, he could only barely maintain his life by going out to beat him every night, ah no, it was a chivalrous act to relieve his tense nerves.

The Clinton area was too calm, so he came to Harlem further north.

But tonight, Lawyer Ma, who was used to being alone on the top of the building, suddenly found that there were many strangers with the same hobbies around him.

The subtle noises from their bodies clearly had guns on them.

These people are not one or two, but a steady stream of people pouring in from all over the world.

Matt's hearing is enough, but his brain is not enough.

Many people can see hundreds of thousands of people at the same time, but they cannot remember the faces of hundreds of thousands of people at the same time, and then record their expressions simultaneously.

So if Matt can hear it, it doesn't mean he can monitor it.

Not only that, hurried footsteps began to appear in many alleys, but there were no calls for help or gunshots.

Could it be that there is a gang going to make a fire here?

The idea passed by in a flash, and was rejected by Matt.

These people are basically independent, even if their actions are very professional, but they are only three or five people in the sky.

The gang fire is either a group of weak chickens and chaotic battles, or the small leader conducts limited command, and then the two sides are separated by a street, far from these people's action professionalism.

Before lawyer Ma could figure it out, he was out of luck.

His keen perception made him aware of the danger, and he rolled abruptly, the short stick in his hand slammed, and the stick head flew out.

Boom!

A killer who had just raised his rifle and aimed it at Matt's back was stabbed in the chest by the head of the club that was shot at a rapid rate, and he involuntarily took two steps back.

Matt's face changed.

The sound was wrong, the head of the stick didn't hit the muscle, but something hard.

Without waiting for the killer's reaction, Matt flicked his wrist, dragged the wire rope behind the stick, and went around the killer's upper body, tying it up.

He pulled back hard, and the killer stumbled to the ground.

Matt pounced on him, held him down, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?"

The killer didn't answer, his hand touched the saber between his legs.

Matt moved faster, and without hesitation, the other short stick stabbed under his arm.

Click.

The killer let out a pained cry, and the short stick stabbed at his rib without a flap, and the rib was broken in seconds.

The hero did not suffer the immediate loss, and the killer decisively stated his purpose of chasing John the Night Demon.

Being subdued, he was also extremely depressed: how did he know that such a thing would happen.

The guy in front of him was wearing a neurotic dark red coat, covering his face, and was not his target at all.

He just wanted to kill this person easily and occupy the observation position here as soon as possible.

He's always been so straightforward when it comes to completing tasks, and doesn't mind cleaning up civilians who delay work.

After explaining the purpose in a few words, before he could beg for mercy, a short stick fell heavily.

With a click, the killer's hands and legs were broken, and his ankles and fingers were smashed.

Matt doesn't kill people, but he has no intention of showing mercy to this kind of guy who kills and makes money.

If the ankle is broken like this, you can walk in the future, but forget about running and jumping fast.

With his fingers broken like this, he can eat and drink well, and it is no longer possible to kill people with a gun in a stable manner.

It can be said that this killer can retire tonight.

Using the killer's clothes to bind his hands and feet, he took out the killer's mobile phone to call the police, and after giving the address, Matt threw himself away.

According to the killer just now, there are many colleagues here tonight, specifically to hunt down a super killer named Night Demon.

These unscrupulous killers are on fire together, and I don't know how many innocent people will be affected. We must stop them no matter what.

...

Luke gently stretched out his hand and placed it in the corner.

A killer was bowing and walking quickly, the gun in his hand raised vigilantly.

He seemed to see the Night Demon running into the alley here just now. The suit and beard were too conspicuous, and he didn't seem to notice his appearance.

Two meters behind him, he followed his partner, guarding the rear from time to time.

The muzzle and head stuck out of the corner, but he didn't notice anything, so he turned the corner and continued on.

He didn't know, a big transparent hand was twenty centimeters above his head.

After he passed, the companion behind him put his neck on the big hand.

Click.

There was a slight noise from the neck bone of the companion, and the killer in front of him felt that something was wrong, so he wanted to turn his head.

Click.

The back of his head was hollowed out a little.

The two bodies fell down and were dragged back into the alley in an instant.

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