Chapter 1619: Pros and Cons of Luck, the Story of the Vending Machine

The latest website: The red-haired girl in front of her, Xue Ou, is temporarily in the process of transitioning from the "fantasy period" to the "practice period".

If she had a chance to talk to Luke, then she really succeeded.

But now, she... doesn't seem to be a failure? Luke took a sip of tea, and really became interested in the Shi Zhitian family.

Not to mention the rest, just with Xue Xu and the bunch of famous bodyguards, the foundation of the Shi Zhitian family will not be clean.

That Shi Zhitian Xinxuan, if it doesn't work out, is a gift bag of experience.

He thought about it in his head and asked, "Does Shi Zhitian Xinxuan like to kill people? Well, for example, did you and those bodyguards kill the people he ordered?"

Xue Xu was not too surprised that he knew about the murder.

It is very unreliable to conceal the murder in front of a murderer.

She neatly spit out her murderous experience and Shi Zhitian Xinxuan's foundation.

Luke's pheromone manipulation, her desire for freedom, and her hatred of Shizhitian Xinxuan made her make a choice.

After Luke listened, he pondered for a moment and said, "Leave your contact information and I will find you."

Xue Xu immediately asked the waiter to bring a pen and paper, wrote down a string of mobile phone numbers, and put it respectfully on the table in front of him.

Luke nodded and took out a neon coin: "Look at your luck in the end, positive or negative?"

Xue Xu's vest felt a little chilly: Could it be a game that spared my life from the front and ascended to the sky on the spot on the back?

"Reverse." She hesitated for a moment, then chose the opposite.

Because "positive" doesn't seem to fit her feeling of surviving from the dead.

Ten seconds later, the coin stopped on the table -- heads up.

Xue Xu wanted to tremble all over again, but his death perception didn't respond.

Luke nodded and pointed to the coin: "It is the greatest luck in your life. Take it and you can go."

Although Xue Xu was full of question marks,

He immediately took the coin in his hand, squeezed it tightly in his hand, stood up and bowed ninety degrees: "Thank you for your magnanimity, then I will leave."

Luke waved his hand, picked up the phone again, and began to sketch.

Xue Xu hunched back several meters before slowly turning around and leaving in small steps.

Luke really didn't lie to her.

If it wasn't for her losing the coin guess, he could only knock her out to gain power, so she was really lucky.

At this moment, the system panel shows: Death Perception (special spiritual system, can be partially learned): precondition spiritual 40, points 100000.

Luke learned it casually.

He doesn't care much about the side effects. Nowadays, the mission of the vigilante is mainly done by clones, and it is difficult to die and not afraid of death.

Moreover, he didn't think that many people could scare himself through death perception.

If this ability is too sensitive, Xue Xu will be scared to pee when she sees a murderer, then she will be in a mental hospital long ago.

After Xue Xu left, Luke put down his phone and realized the death perception.

This ability is far more wonderful than Xue Xu's language description, and perhaps it is more accurate to use the premonition of death.

Xue Xu can see the death of people, but she must be present.

Just like last night when Luke murdered those two wicked bodyguards, she felt that they were going to die.

The stronger the hunch, the easier it would be for the two to die.

This kind of premonition was described by her as the breath of death. In fact, it should be Luke's killing intent pointing to the two bodyguards?

Whether this "killing intent" is mental fluctuations or something else, it's not clear yet.

After all, Xue Xu, like most superpowers, lacks systematic and in-depth research on his superpowers, and only uses it by instinct + experience.

After Luke obtained the ability, he only analyzed the original owner's experience as experimental data, and did not really regard it as the truth.

The key to using each ability is to suit you, rather than simply copying.

After some analysis, he paused his research.

No one has released "killing intent" to him now, and there is no intuitive feeling about the effect of this ability.

But it's not difficult, you can find those dealer gangs to test it later.

Thinking of this, he put away his phone, got up and walked out of the cafe.

...

The night passed, and Tokyo's extremely busy morning kicked off again.

A large number of social animals poured into Tokyo from Chiba Prefecture, Kanagawa Prefecture, and Saitama Prefecture, and began to accept the company's new day of oppression and exploitation.

There was a crowd like sardines on the tram, exactly like some of the action movies Luke had seen.

The difference is that there are not many beautiful women in it.

Luke stood in front of a vending machine on the street and looked at the various drinks inside.

At Neon, you'll never know what the drinks in these machines taste like.

Luke had already tried many kinds of soda last night, such as cucumber soda, coffee soda, blueberry soda, etc. In the end, he even bought a bottle of soy soda.

He only tasted a small sip of each, and used the storage space to express the rest to New York, leaving it to the deity to fool a certain dog.

As long as it is a neon secret eighteen-flavored soda, the dog head will definitely be very interested.

Its taste is quite different from that of humans. Maybe you can find something you like, so you can buy an extra batch and leave it as a prize.

Now, Luke is buying mustard soda, curry soda, green tea soda, and takoyaki soda.

It’s good to buy a little more of this kind of surprise at one time, it’s a bit of a waste of time to buy one by one.

At this time, he heard people shopping at the vending machine over there, and the voices should be two young women.

Because there is a 90-degree corner, everyone can't see each other.

But Luke could hear them chatting about last night's TV series while looking for drinks.

He didn't care, he plugged money into the vending machine on his own, and then watched the bottles of drinks fall down.

As soon as he picked up the drink, there was a woman's painful groan, followed by another woman's surprised inquiry, mixed with the sound of footsteps moving away quickly.

Luke rolled his eyes and couldn't help the corners of his mouth twitching: Just kidding! Is there really such a thing in Tokyo?

He grabbed the curry soda from the vending machine and threw it around the corner.

Primary precision start!

Whoosh! Bang!

The plastic bottle of curry soda slammed into the wall of five or six meters, then spun, turned and flew towards a thin man who was running wildly on the side of the street.

Boom!

The skinny man's head collided with the curry soda, making a dull and somewhat empty sound, a dog fell to the ground after eating feces, and a few white teeth flew out vaguely.

But he was stunned by the curry soda, and he no longer knew all this.

Luke shot with a bottle, and also enhanced the listening range of primary sound waves.

Soon he found that more than ten meters away from the side, there was a man wearing a hat and a mask, holding a camera to film everything here.

Grabbing another bottle of mustard soda, he took a step sideways, and an anti-aircraft shot threw it across the corner.

Duang! Boom!

The back of the man holding the digital video camera felt a pain in the back of his head, his eyes darkened, and he passed out.

The high-projection mustard soda hit the street light pole behind him, refracted on the back of his head, and rolled to the ground.

Luke grabbed the remaining few bottles of drinks, stuffed them into the eco-friendly bag he was carrying, and walked out.