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Chapter 1318: Rider Charging In

Plop!

No. 2 instantly collapsed.

His race had a special constitution. He wouldn’t die immediately when the bullet entered his brain, but he couldn’t control his body or continue fighting.

Luke brandished the shield in his right hand, and Bullseye’s bullets were blocked and ricocheted.

At the same time, Luke stuck out the Glock in his left hand and fired three shots at the other party. He lifted No. 2’s hand with the tip of his right foot, then pushed on the claws.

Just like that, the three longest steel claws were pressed into No. 2’s neck.

The steel claws, which were more than ten centimeters long, easily cut through the muscles and bones in No. 2’s neck like butter.

No. 2, whose eyes had exploded, screamed in fear, disbelief and despair.

“Despicable human! How dare you kill our kind!” No. 1 suddenly roared and charged at Luke.

His mouth was also covered in blood. Bloody foam splattered as he roared, his injuries already healed.

No. 2’s scream was cut off as he was decapitated, and sparks burst from his body and head at the same time, like the last embers of a fire. Then, he swiftly turned into black ash which scattered over the floor.

The thin layer of gray ash quickly turned white and transparent before it disappeared without a trace.

“Is it hard to kill vampires?” Luke asked lightly. He fired two bullets from his Glock at Bullseye, and the shield in his right hand slashed at No. 1’s neck.

The shield and claws clashed, and No. 1 was sent flying.

Luke didn’t chase after him. Instead, he turned around and fired two shots at the incoming third person.

The third vampire, who was the strongest, also had a bloody mouth and had recovered from his injuries.

Although his eyes were red and filled with bloodlust and killing intent, he wasn’t as hot-tempered and brainless as the first vampire. He simply snuck over soundlessly and attacked directly.

Also, this guy was very vigilant, and his head was constantly moving.

Ordinary bullets hitting his torso were meaningless, so Luke decisively chose to hit his legs.

Slowing the enemy down would make killing him easier.

Actually, Luke didn’t want to simply kill the enemy.

For someone like him who knew all there was to know about vampires, they were nothing.

If he really wanted to kill them, he would take out a Colt Python from his inventory and load it with silver bullets. He would be able to kill No. 1 and No. 3 with two shots.

It was just that he was enjoying a “double blessing” tonight. Plus, he didn’t want to expose his inventory space to the other party while he was under surveillance.

The smallest accident could lead to trouble.

Unless necessary, he wouldn’t reveal his trump card in front of any enemy.

Also, if he insta-killed the three vampires with silver bullets this time, would they send more vampires to deal with him next time?

Vampires like these three might still be able to avoid a few shots from him.

Using silver bullets on ordinary vampires would kill them quicker than if they were ordinary humans.

At the very least, ordinary humans could still be saved if they were hit in the torso. A vampire hit in the chest or abdomen by a silver bullet, however, would turn to ash in a few seconds.

No. 2, who had just died, was worth a total of 10,000 experience and credit points. If Luke scared off such plump elite minor bosses, where would he find another one in the future?

While Luke was calculating, Bullseye suddenly opened fire with his rifle.

Bullets fired at Luke from all directions.

He wanted to keep the third vampire alive. As long as this strongest helper was alive, he could cause Luke some trouble.

In a battle between experts, sometimes, victory was decided by a small opportunity.

Suddenly, there was the rumble of an engine approaching the building. Then, a dark shadow crashed through the door.

Boom!

With a loud bang, a pre-set bomb at the door exploded.

The black rider who had just rushed in on a black motorcycle was sent flying with his bike.

The black rider, however, didn’t panic. Instead, he stood up on the motorcycle and jumped. At the same time, he protected his body with his big black coat.

Luke and Bullseye were also interrupted by the sudden explosion.

Because of the explosion, countless junk fragments flew toward the two people not far away from the door.

If it was anywhere else, the two of them might not care.

But this was a cold weapons museum. Various cold weapons, along with broken glass, were sent flying by the blast from the explosion.

Smaller daggers and the like flew haphazardly through the air; one wrong move and you could be stabbed in the face.

After a burst of clanging, the first floor of the museum was filled with smoke and dust.

The display cabinets, which had only been in a mess before, were now completely ruined.

This isn’t my fault! Luke mumbled inwardly as he looked at the guy who had charged in.

There was rustling, and a gray figure stood up behind a counter.

This was the rider in the black coat. Of course, he was now gray. He raised his hand and patted his chest, raising a cloud of dust.

Luke was unperturbed. He had noticed the rider not long after the latter entered the drone’s patrol range.

At that time, the man had been a hundred meters away and moving in another direction.

Ten seconds later, he suddenly turned around and charged over here.

Luke hadn’t expected the guy to be so reckless as to charge in on his motorcycle.

As the rider patted the dust off his head, he took a deep breath and scanned the room.

Knowing what the man was looking for, Luke immediately warned him, “Nine o’clock, vampire accomplice.”

The man looked over and saw someone dressed in a combat uniform who was also covered in gray. He then looked at Luke and frowned. “Who are you?”

Luke said, “Someone the vampires want to kill.”

Staring at him, the rider suddenly drew out the silver dart that was stuck in his chest and threw it.

Seeing that, Luke raised his hand and fired.

Pa! Clang!

The bullet hit the spinning dart accurately.

It looked slightly different from Batman’s dart, but Luke was very familiar with how it moved.

Sensing its target, he stopped it without hesitation.

The rider’s eyes widened. He reached for his holster and growled, “You’re their servant!”

Luke didn’t answer at all. He quickly jumped into a corner and fired the Glock in his left hand.

The rider raised his gun and was about to counterattack, when he realized that Luke wasn’t aiming at him at all, but at the guy who had suddenly appeared on his left.

The man in the combat uniform ignored the rider on the side and simply fired at Luke.

The rider frowned and raised his gun, but didn’t point it at anyone.

The situation was unexpectedly chaotic.

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