Chapter Six Hundred and Ninety-Five Sunwalker? Blade? Who Is Calling Me?

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Luke's keen eyesight could notice that everyone's attention was on the four tall figures in the center of the dance floor. ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

Even when talking to each other, their eyes never took their eyes off them.

It wasn't until Luke's appearance that he attracted the attention of some people.

Luke didn't care about these people, and walked steadily forward to a table next to the dance floor: "Alexander, it's time for us to settle the bill."

Alexander, who was sitting on the edge of the semi-circular sofa, had a strange expression on his face: "You... Who are you?"

Luke laughed, this time his accent was an African-American accent with a British accent: "You guy, how dare you not sell me suits! Do you really care about your clothes made by a broken tailor? Go Die, asshole!"

As he said that, he pulled his left hand between his legs, and when he lifted it up, it was a shot.

Snapped!

Alexander didn't respond, a bullet hole appeared in the middle of his forehead, and he fell back on the sofa.

And almost at the same time Luke drew his gun, a figure threw out from Alexander.

Bang!

In the dull sound, the figure was kicked upside down by Luke and flew back to the sofa, covering his suddenly flat face, and screaming in pain.

It was suddenly quiet around.

Except for the still deafening dance music, all other sounds paused for a moment.

Then, several people shouted.

"He killed Alexander!"

"Alexander is dead!"

"Kill him!"

This is the cry of the onlookers.

"Ah~~~" This was the scream of the model.

Vanessa's three best friends remained silent, but slowly stepped back and stayed away from here.

The British African accent sounded again: "I'm only looking for trouble with Alexander.

Don't mess with me, because I have a bad temper and will kill when I get angry. "

In the surrounding audience, a voice suddenly said in surprise: "You are... Sunwalker?!"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding crowd suddenly retreated in unison.

Many people looked shocked and angry, but there was more fear in them, as if they had met a natural enemy.

Luke looked around, stunned in his heart: What, what Sunwalker? I'll just flick a few words, but you guys hurry up, what are you hiding!

Fortunately, these people did not mean to let him go.

After retreating some distance, the surrounding people gradually surrounded him, and slowly walked around him, like a pack of wolves looking for an opportunity to attack.

Luke breathed a sigh of relief: I finally didn't put myself up! It seems that it is better to do things better.

When his mind moved, he pulled out his right hand with a backhand, and the long knife behind him was unsheathed, and the bright silver blade flickered under the lights on the dance floor, scaring the people around him into another commotion.

Looking at these people surrounding him, Luke became more and more strange: Why did they seem to be scared away? This is not the case!

But the long knife in his hand did not hesitate, and with a flash of silver light, it slashed at a man a few meters away.

At the same time as the long knife slashed out, his figure rushed forward and came to the man in an instant.

puff!

The man just raised his hand with a terrified face, silver light flashed diagonally from his neck, a head flew up, and a column of blood spurted out of his neck.

Luke's figure had long since moved away, and the long knife he slashed back took advantage of the situation.

puff!

A woman who leaned forward slightly, opened her claws, and made an offensive gesture paused, and then her head fell.

Several people around the dance floor shouted.

"It's him! It's him!"

"He's a Sunwalker!"

"He's the blade!"

At this moment, the door of the bar slammed loudly, and two doors were kicked and flew in.

A dark figure walked in, glanced around the field, and grinned to reveal the only white part: "Who is calling me?"

A bunch of people on the dance floor were stunned.

Even Luke, who had just killed the two of them, stopped and looked at the person coming at the door with interest.

There was a moment of silence in the air again.

The heads of a bunch of people are almost the same - first look at the person coming at the door, and then look at Luke on the dance floor.

A few diligent people even read it back and forth two or three times in a second.

Luke and the visitor also looked at each other.

On the dance floor, the bodies and heads of the two men and women who had just beheaded him exploded with sparks and disappeared.

Luke tilted his head and looked at the person: "Sunwalker? Or Blade?"

Caller: "All. Who are you?"

Luke pondered for a moment and said, "A zealous crowd who opposes racial discrimination?"

Visitor:  …

Four models:  …

People in the bar:  …

"Kill them, they are a gang." Finally someone in the bar said something.

Luke looked sideways: Don't you seem like a sprinkle!

Although he and the Sunwalker who just arrived both have guns and a long knife, and the clothes are black and gray, but they are obviously two styles!

At least he's not an African!

But the people in the bar didn't think so much. Someone gave an order, and everyone moved.

Many people pointed their guns at the two of them.

Luke and the visitor raised their guns almost at the same time.

Clap clap clap!

Several gangsters who raised their guns were killed immediately.

These are normal human beings, but it is not a good person who escorts the vampires here.

Almost all of Luke's targets were headshots, and most of the targets of those who came were swept to death by random guns.

After getting rid of the gunmen, the two seemed to have a heart-to-heart. Taking the center line of the dance floor as the boundary, they killed each other from left to right.

The movements of the two are also very similar.

In the strong music on the dance floor, the two stepped on the rhythm, and the long swords in their hands flew, slashing at a person who was rushing towards them.

Most of the people who rushed forward were killed and dissipated as sparks and ashes, and a small number of bodies were left behind.

In less than a minute, the two stood opposite each other again.

This time, they were separated from each other on the dance floor, and there were only more than 20 corpses of human gangsters left on the dance floor.

The visitor held a person's neck in his hand and looked at the long knife in Luke's hand: "Your weapon is not good."

As he said that, he stabbed a knife into the back of the person he was pinching, and the long knife passed through his body.

The man screamed and turned into a burst of sparks.

"You need to use silver weapons, or concentrated garlic essence and ultraviolet rays to effectively kill them." The visitor retracted his empty left hand, and the long knife in his right hand danced a knife flower, and inserted the knife back into the scabbard behind him.

Luke raised his eyebrows: "Thank you for the reminder, I will pay attention next time."

The visitor grinned: "Next time?"

Luke also danced a knife flower in his hand, and the long knife was returned to its sheath, and the movements were almost the same as those of the people who came: "They annoyed me."

The visitor was silent for a moment: "Don't be bitten by them, or I will kill you together."

With that said, he waved his hand and turned to leave.

The black trench coat fluttered with his movements, revealing the dark red lining inside, like blood.

Luke watched helplessly as he left: Hey, you are too pretentious! Why do I have to wash the floor every time?