One Hundred and Twenty-Five Chapters, Such a Fast Knife, Cut Fat Beef Slices

At this moment, there were only a few ordinary killers who hid and shivered in hiding in the textile factory.

But under Luke's perception, they were all easily found and shot one by one.

Fuck off, you bastards! As a bad person, you have the awareness to turn into experience points at any time. He murmured in his heart and walked into a place like a freezer.

On the rows of hooks, there are fans of pork, and several human bodies are mixed in them.

Some of the human bodies are dummies, and some are real corpses.

Luke frowned.

It's not that cleanliness is a crime, and he doesn't care about cleanliness when he brushes experience points.

But those corpses were old and young, their bodies and limbs did not look like professionals, but there were many bullet holes on their bodies.

From his professional perspective, the knife edge was obviously made before death, but the bullet hole was punched out after death.

These people tortured people to death with knives, and then used corpses as targets.

The frenzied behavior of the mutual aid association is quite disgusting, and it does not even have the most basic respect for people.

Stepping in, his head slowly turned, as if he was looking for something.

Suddenly, a steel rod pierced out of the two pieces of pork and went straight to Luke's back waist, followed by a loud roar.

Luke's back seemed to have eyes, and he turned around just right to dodge this sneak attack, but a cold light hit him.

His hands rubbed his waist, and the two sabers were unsheathed again.

In the harsh sound of snorting, a burly bearded fat man wearing a vest and bib collided with Luke with a butcher knife in one hand and a steel drill in the other.

Three knives and a steel rod were entangled, and the steel blade was sawing fiercely.

The movements of the two are smooth and fast. Although they are not the same style, they both show extremely proficient close-up cold weapon fighting skills.

The difference is that the fat man who cooperated with the knife and drill was always accompanied by a loud shout when he swung the knife, and his momentum was brutal and savage, like a monster.

Luke just waved his knife indifferently and remained silent from beginning to end.

And when the two fought,

The fat man's body slammed into the pork fan without any scruples, but Luke never touched the pork even once.

Just when the fat man shouted and became more and more excited, Luke suddenly said: "That's all you have, let's go!"

Fatty didn't understand what those words meant when he felt a terrifying power erupt from the pair of sabers.

Even if his physical strength exploded, he was the one with the highest strength increase in the mutual aid club, and there was no room for him to contend.

A knife and a drill were stirred into the saber flower, and the matte-finished sabre was like two poisonous snakes, lightly passing his wrists.

As soon as the fat man loosened his hands, the two weapons flew out a few meters and inserted two pieces of pork.

He looked at this weak opponent in shock, and opened his mouth to say something.

Luke didn't give him this chance. The two sabers turned into an afterimage and waved up: "Too slow, you are too slow! Slow will make you hesitate, hesitation will make you lose! Hurry up, hide as fast as you can! Point. You don't even know how to hide a knife, what kind of shitty swordsmanship are you practicing! Waste, go to hell."

The series of shouts were as violent as two sabers, hitting Fatty both physically and psychologically.

Fatty was like an electric shock, swaying left and right in the black arcs of countless cuts, but he never fell down.

Only the blood that the black saber took away from him turned into a string of blood beads, throwing out countless blood lines throughout the slaughterhouse.

Until the scolding disappeared, the fat man stared blankly at Luke in front of him, his lips squirming: "Okay, so fast, fast knife..."

thump! boom!

His heavy body slumped to his knees, and then he threw himself on the ground. A large piece of dark red blood poured out from under him, polluting a large area of ​​the ground.

Luke hehe, the saber in his hand picked up on the pork beside him, and the steel drill rose with his hand, and lowered his head under the saber's provocation.

With a wave of the saber, the side fan is on the steel handle.

clang! puff!

The steel drill flew out, and there was a flagpole on the head of the fat man lying on the ground.

Perfect!

This fat man is called Butcher, and he is also one of the famous killers.

If he has anything in common with Luke's ghost butcher vest, it's that he kills countless people.

Luke is simply cleaning up bad guys to earn points. This guy kills not only to make money, but also likes to kill innocent people with knives.

The butcher is a psychopath and likes to stay in this slaughter room, so he did not participate in the battle just now.

But this guy has been on Luke's little black book for a long time, and he must not be allowed to live.

One thousand and eight experience points hold the name of the killer first, proving that this guy is full of blood, and he is dead.

After getting rid of this change, Luke wandered around the entire textile factory again, throwing all the things he saw, such as cash, weapons, mainland gold coins, materials, and raw materials for medicinal baths, into the storage space.

Only then did he return to where he was, and put Sloan, who was only half-dead but still alive, into the slaughter room.

After finding a hook and hanging the old guy on it, he said, "Speak up, explain the father of the gold master behind you."

Sloan's eyes flickered: "I don't know... ah"

Before he finished speaking, he let out a scream with a twist.

Luke's saber fluttered past him, and a piece of black meat fell: "It's okay, there are still many places on your body that you can cut, and your undead body is very powerful, I don't have to worry about you dying. "

He was sure that this old guy still wanted to live, and he was reluctant to die when he found an opportunity to escape.

Otherwise, as long as this abnormal undead state is lifted, Sloan is guaranteed to die quickly.

Immediately, he shook his head in his heart: maybe it wasn't that fast, some people who were cut in half could live for a long time, and they had to be in traditional Chinese to write a miserable character on someone else's leg.

But Sloan's mouth was hard, and his odd black body barely felt pain, didn't even need to breathe, and inducers were basically ineffective.

Only the primary annihilation can bring this guy a severe pain.

Luke still cut a large pile of stuff like beef slices, and then took out a lot of information from his mouth.

Even so, the old guy was very dishonest.

When asked about the raw materials of the medicinal bath, he lied again and again, but unfortunately he did not know that Luke had investigated the information in advance.

Except for the most important, the detailed location of the raw material that is the main body of the medicated bath, other Lukes know it.

Even if Sloan had a strong temperament and killed himself directly, it didn't have much effect on Luke.

Luke, who had no scruples, naturally gave him another cut to ensure that the finished beef slices were as thin as cicada wings, almost transparent, and finally got the news of this main raw material.

It is an extract of a strange flower deep in the Amazon jungle, which is called blood orchid by some primitive tribes there.

There, Sloan set up a hidden plantation base, which belonged to him only, and no one in the mutual aid group knew about it.

After hearing what he said about the appearance of the blood orchid extract, Luke moved in his heart, raised his hand and took out a small injection bottle in his pocket: "Is it this?"