Chapter 203 Robbery? Hand over the Money

The French like her posture very much, and even the Americans like it, but Irina thinks Luke may not be like this.

She is an art student who is good at observing and imitating the human body.

It was only after these two days of getting along that she noticed that Luke's body was quite fit, and it should be a figure that can be maintained by long-term exercise.

It's a pity it's still January, and if it's summer, she'll be able to feast on someone's body.

He must be strong! She thought so, blushing again.

Again, not because of shyness, but because of excitement.

Who made her an art student! There is always a preference for men with gorgeous muscular lines.

Luke is in a very relaxed mood now.

He did a big job last night, and he needs to adjust his mood.

When you're at home, you can get rid of your emotional discomfort by cooking or talking to Selena.

That feeling is not simply nausea, gloom, fear, or bloodthirsty, but there are more subtle emotions in it, in addition to the above, maybe add a little excitement, anticipation, joy, eagerness, and triumph.

The human mind has never been so simple.

The last time Grayson came, he didn't find any major abnormality in him. To a large extent, it was Luke's own psychological adjustment.

Tony Stark has appeared, and those bad guys were originally the experience monsters left to level heroes.

most of the time,

Luke also regarded those bad guys as experience NPCs in the game, and it didn't feel so strong to kill them.

The existence of the system also gave him confidence.

So far, he has not deducted points for killing the wrong person.

Judging from the fact that he deducted five points for taking five US knives, it was impossible for the system to let him kill people at will.

Conversely, reasoning, that is, he did not kill wrong.

Luke is now happily eating and chatting with Elena, and then the two of them go upstairs together.

Back upstairs, Elena pulled out her easel and started her studies on the rooftop.

Luke also followed Elena, moved a chair out of the room, and sat there looking at the notebook.

After getting on Elena's network there, Luke looked at the information of various tourist attractions on the Internet.

After a while he raised his head and saw that Yelena beside her was already engaged in painting.

Luke stood up lightly, without disturbing her, just glanced behind her, and suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry: What's the matter with you? When did I become a bird man?

On Elena's drawing board, there is a sketch from the beginning, and the person on it looks like Luke.

However, that Luke was naked and had a pair of big wings, sitting there with a smile on his face, holding a... um, the Bible?

This gesture is exactly what Luke sat there just now.

But...Isn't the notebook in my hand? And this painting seems to feel like it will be covered with white light. Is this a bit too beautified? He complained in his heart, but didn't bother Elena.

This kind of artistic creation is sometimes not related to the real reference object, but only related to the painter's own feelings and expressive intentions.

Luke just smiled and shook his head, put away the notebook and went back to the house.

After a while, Luke quietly went downstairs.

At this moment, he changed into a hooded sweater, wore a black backpack, and wore a large mask. He got off the subway and got on the bus.

This bus is very old, and there are not many people. There are three or five people with rotten temperament. Without exception, they don't look like good people.

Doing nothing, idling around, causing trouble, and doing bad things are basically the daily routines of these people.

Seeing Luke getting into the car, several people glanced at him and said nothing.

But after ten minutes, someone couldn't help it.

Although Luke covered his face, his clothes and sitting posture showed a different origin from these people.

The three frizzy black men came over, no nonsense, but with a flick of their hands, they took out butterfly knives, small daggers, knives, and the like, approaching them with a "don't move" demeanor.

Luke sat there and moved his hands unhurriedly a few times. When the three black men saw it, he seemed to have taken out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on his hands.

However, gloves are not a murder weapon, and the three black gangsters with insufficient brains did not care and continued to act.

One reached for Luke's backpack, and the other grabbed his chest.

Just when the hands of the two black people reached out to Luke, he stretched out his hands, held their hands, and then twisted and pressed them lightly.

With two clicks, the two black people screamed in agony.

Luke still sat there silently, put his hands around him, stretched out his feet at will, and stepped on the palms of the two kneeling black people under his feet.

Everyone else in the car was stunned. They were all waiting to see the show. Who knew this would be the result.

The hand that the two black people stepped on was the one that was twisted and dislocated by Luke. They didn't dare to exert any force at all. They could only scream while pulling the soles of his shoes with the other hand.

Luke responded indifferently, his eyes suddenly moved, and he picked up the knives dropped by the two men, raised his hand and threw it.

A scream sounded, the gun in the hand of a black man fell to the ground, and a knife was inserted into his wrist. The knife had completely penetrated his wrist, and he would be a disabled person for the rest of his life.

Luke slowly got up and kicked away the two people who were still kneeling and screaming in front of him.

He stepped forward slowly, a butterfly knife in his hand was still slowly turning.

No one said a word in the carriage, silently watched Luke pick up the m1911, unhurriedly pulled out the magazine to check it, pulled the sleeve, checked it, and then aimed it at the three black gangsters: " Hand over your money."

Everyone in the car: ... The co-author is also a professional.

After leaving the three unlucky black people with less than a hundred euros, let them get out of the car, and Luke returned to the back seat.

After that, no one bothered him again.

Shortly after entering the ninety-three provinces, Luke got off the bus and took a deep breath of the air here: Well, it's all about experience and points!

He deliberately walked to a slightly remote corner, and after a while, someone took the bait.

After looting three or five gangsters in a row, he finally met a group of guys with cars.

When a few people came around with knives, the dark muzzle made them very honest immediately.

There was a person in the other party's car who also had a gun, but unfortunately his speed was not as fast as Luke's.

Just drawing a gun, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Luke shot him in the shoulder with a shot. If he pulled out the gun, it would threaten his life. He was lucky if he didn't die.

He threw the man out of the car, got into the wreck and left.

Within half an hour of entering Ninety-Three Provinces, he became a man with two guns and a car.

After rummaging in the car, with his keen sense of smell, he found various things.

For example, some bullets, some scraps of cash, and a little weed are not very useful.

However, he was very satisfied with more than ten coins, which could be used to test the rules of the system and save points to the greatest extent.

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