Chapter 1719 Your Sister... Too?

Marcos was dumbfounded, watching the whole process.

A series of silver table knives were shot in all directions, and the gun-wielding men fell down one after another. The sand sculpture idea of ​​"Carol is an ordinary sister" must no longer exist.

Even Lorna, a beautiful girl who occasionally uses her superpowers to play "floating acrobatics", has also turned into a life harvester.

Two small gray-black flying knives pierced the throats of one big man after another, making them unable to scream, and could only fall to the ground and struggle.

In just five seconds, more than twenty big men all rushed to the street without firing a total of twenty shots.

Only Torres, a short and fat man, was nailed to his thigh by Carol, and he was lying on the ground and crawling out in horror.

All the knives in front of Carol were also shot out.

She is not very talented in throwing knives. Even though she was training every day, she only killed ten people with more than 20 table knives, and Lorna killed the rest with small flying knives.

Seeing the blood everywhere in front of her eyes, the gang members who were dead and struggling to die, her face turned pale.

Now she fully understands the reason why in the safety regulations, it is stipulated that the two must fight regularly to see blood.

If you don't see blood for a long time, if you don't make it right, you will vomit directly, so you still have to fight.

But the previous actual combat training mostly hurt people, and it was the first time to kill so many people in one go, so her discomfort was still very strong.

Resisting the urge to vomit, she was about to say something when her ears moved slightly, she raised her hand to grab the two western-style kitchen knives on the bar, and jumped more than one meter high with a light leap.

Then, with her toes on the bar counter, she volleyed towards the side of the bar counter. Her small body flipped, and when she crossed the passageway, she waved her hands and landed in the corner on the other side.

Two big men who rushed out with guns pulled the trigger when they felt a black shadow drifting in front of them, their throats were cold, and their bodies couldn't help but collapse.

Carol flicked the kitchen knife lightly, and just as it scratched the knife at the throats of two big men, two smears of dark red blood were thrown on the ground.

Avoid blood flow to the knife handle, causing slippery hands.

The first two big men rolled over and fell down, and two more big men rushed out.

Carol moved sideways, swiped his two knives, and slashed across the backs of the necks of the two big men. Taking advantage of the momentum, he turned around and rushed into the passage.

Bang bang bang!

A series of gunshots rang out, followed by terrified screams: "Ah, monster."

"Why can't you kill me?"

"She's a monster, run away."

In the hall, Marcos' eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and he looked at Lorna unconsciously: "Your sister... is also a superpower?"

Lorna snorted coldly, didn't answer the question, and rushed into the passage, followed by two small gray and black flying knives.

The gunshots in the passage decreased rapidly, while the screams and exclamations increased rapidly.

In addition to the shouts of monsters, from time to time someone wailed: "My gun is jammed."

"mine too."

"Run."

The guns of these people were manipulated by Lorna with a magnetic field to distort the spring and firing pin. This is also the simplest and most efficient way to deal with firearms in the safety regulations.

If that doesn't work, you can twist the opponent's trigger, hammer, magazine port, etc. small parts.

Squashing the opponent's firearms and forcibly twisting the muzzle are extremely wasteful behaviors that do not meet the requirements of sustainable combat.

It is also easy for the opponent to detect the existence of superpowers.

But Lorna only needs to understand the commonality of firearms, and disassemble and assemble them many times to determine what is likely to cause them to malfunction.

Coupled with the amazingly lethal small flying knife, she can easily deal with dozens of gunmen by herself.

Super powers are unscientific, but enemies killed by super powers can use science, analysis and induction.

Not to mention that Lorna's current ability is still relatively weak, even if she can pull a bridge to take off in the future, sufficient knowledge will allow her to use the smallest force to achieve the greatest effect.

So no matter whether you have superpowers or not, you must learn more professional knowledge that suits you.

This is the power of knowledge.

Marcos was about to step forward to chase after him, when he suddenly heard Torres calling for help in a low voice behind him: "Help me, I can give you money, a lot of money."

He froze for a moment, turned his head to look, and saw a middle-aged man with gray beard walking in the door.

The middle-aged man just blocked Torres' way to climb out, and the terrified Torres subconsciously asked for help.

Carol's stab wounded a large blood vessel in his leg, and Torres felt he was about to lose consciousness.

If you don't ask for help, he's dead.

Therefore, he just subconsciously fought for the last bit of life, without even thinking about who the other party was.

The person who came was of course Luke with the old face of "Mr. Wilson".

He looked at Torres at his feet, thought for a while, then pulled a tablecloth and wrapped it into a long strip, and stabbed it hard on the opponent's thigh to stop the blood loss.

Torres screamed, rolled his eyes in pain, and passed out.

Luke didn't care.

Saving Torres now is to leave a mouth for questioning.

Carol probably thought the same way, so he didn't give him a stab in the face.

But this guy has to die after giving the information, and Luke can touch his head by the way and earn a few hundred points.

It's just a tablecloth, so easy points can be earned.

After finishing the job, Luke stepped into the bar, leisurely found some ready-made coffee powder from the cabinet, turned on the coffee machine, and prepared to make himself a cup of coffee.

Marcos felt a little nervous: This style...why does it look like the hidden boss in the movie! Otherwise why would he save Torres?

But Marcos knew Ferdinand, the boss of Torres.

Ferdinand is also a middle-aged man in his forties, but he is Hispanic.

The gang members are basically Hispanics, plus a small amount of blacks, and almost no whites.

Marcos has never heard of this kind of white man who looks like an oss level.

Thinking of this, he took advantage of Luke's head down to turn over the coffee machine, moved quietly, and slipped into the passage to report to Lorna.

Luke didn't bother to talk to this guy.

Even if he fell in love freely, even if Lorna was just one of his targets, even if he really didn't invest in anything, it was still very uncomfortable to be cut off by this kid so early.

What's even more speechless is that Marcos is actually a little red name.

In other words, he had no lives on his hands, no serious violent crimes or large-scale trafficking of illegal drugs.

Secondly, this guy still has a little responsibility.

Facing Torres, Marcos did not run away by himself, nor did he show timidity, and always wanted to protect Lorna.

So when Luke does things, he prefers to meet bad guys, and it will be easy to deal with the mess.

In his headset, Selena's voice came: "It's done, the seven guys who fled down the mountain are all killed, remember to take them away later."

Luke hummed.

Selena saw the situation in the lobby through the drone, and couldn't help but taunt: "Hey, your coffee skills seem to be average, right? Well, except that the latte art is more beautiful."

Luke rolled his eyes: "Acting, do you understand! Don't you have a barbecue over there, and you can't keep your mouth shut if you have something to eat?"

Selena suddenly said: "Yes, you must eat some snacks to watch the show."