The appearance of this bounty was purely an accident.

In one go, more than 100 special forces-level fighters were dispatched to encircle and suppress Luke, and there was almost no other possibility except on the battlefield.

He will not enter the battlefield either.

He doesn't have any penchant for killing, it's all just because of experience points.

Even if some people definitely have experience points to take, he didn't kill them all, not a single thought.

In the 1,200 cases he has handled in the past year or so, most of them have only been sent to prison by him, and most of the deaths are concentrated in certain gang members who have done a lot of evil.

Other petty theft, bank robberies, and gun threats can be solved by shooting, but he is only subduing the other party.

This time the bounty from the Continental Hotel gave him a chance.

Actual combat is the only criterion for testing the truth.

Today's actual battle tested his speculation.

Ordinary human armies, without a coordinated attack of a large amount of heavy firepower, could no longer pose a threat to him.

This may not sound like a big deal, the army who does not have heavy firepower.

But almost all of Luke and his vests are in big cities.

In such an environment, the army is unlikely to use heavy firepower, and the consequences are too serious.

In the city, he is invincible against ordinary people.

When he came to this conclusion, he was not surprised in his heart, but a little empty.

The phrase "lonely as snow" is indeed a true portrayal of the mood at this moment.

From this moment on, the battle with ordinary people will become a simple and suspenseless mechanical brushing behavior, even if the opponent is an elite killer or special soldier, even if the opponent is dozens or hundreds.

Unless the opponent is a superpower, or has an equipment weapon that is beyond the norm, as a certain young man does, he is just a moving target under his gun.

With this in mind, he quickly cleaned up all the "garbage" and the scene with his hands and feet, and threw it into a large truck that had been parked in the park parking lot beforehand.

This is also the prop he reserved here in advance, which exists specifically for washing the floor.

Turning his head to look at the dead silence of the park, where only snowflakes were falling, he pondered for a moment and chuckled: "Let's leave you a souvenir!" ”

As he spoke, he took advantage of the cover of the large truck compartment to transport a life-size sculpture from the storage space and placed it on the small peninsula by the lake.

Most of the killers tonight have left their lives here, and it is a good place to leave souvenirs.

After placing the sculpture, Luke's matte knife waved it, and a line of standard English characters appeared on the base of the sculpture.

Looking at the sentence that seemed to be carved out by a machine, he nodded in satisfaction, turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly stopped, and the matte knife swung out again, and engraved a number under the message - 126.

"Now, your memories should be clearer and a little more distant now." Luke chuckled, got into the truck, and quickly disappeared into the park.

The quagmire fell silent again, except for the snowflakes that fell in layers and piled up on the unconscious killer and the black statue.

The snow is getting heavier.

……

At the Continental Hotel in New York, Winston is on the couch by the fireplace, with a book in his hand, leisurely watching.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

He frowned, "Come in." Just by hearing the knock on the door, he knew it was Caron, the duty manager in the hall.

A black man with a thin face entered the door and walked not far from Winston.

He wears a neat black suit, his back is straight, his movements are fast but not impatient, and he even looks quite sven, which is completely different from the unrestrained and natural style of most African Americans.

This is Cuarón, and Winston's most trusted subordinate.

"Sir, something is wrong." Caron lowered his body slightly and whispered.

Winston was not impatient, but he did not delay, casually bookmarked the bookfolder in his hand, closed it and put it on the small coffee table next to him: "What's the matter?" ”

Caron: "There's a problem with the Smiley Man's order. News has just arrived. Of the one hundred and twenty-seven killers who went to the quagmire park, only one survived. ”

Winston's breathing paused slightly, and he raised his hand to take off his gold-rimmed glasses, "What's going on?" ”

As he spoke, several thoughts had already crossed his mind.

Peer ambush? Official shot? Or...... That guy is out of the mountain?

Thinking of the last thought, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly: impossible, that person worked so hard to get out of this circle, just for a precious love, how could he come back.

"The one who survived was deliberately put back by the smiling person to deliver the message, and it was the first time she called the hotel after she woke up, and I only learned the news." Cuarón said.

Winston's expression was calm, he slowly stood up, took two steps, stood in front of the fireplace, and added two sticks of firewood to the fireplace: "What did he say?" ”

Caron's racial talent limited the further deepening of his face, but his expression became more stiff: "Sir, are you saying that?" ”

Winston watched as the wood that had just been thrown into the fireplace gradually changed color, and then the flames floated: "Say." ”

Cuarón: "His exact words were - go back and tell the Continental Hotel, this is just a small greeting. Since I'm in New York, I'll stand, and you'll have to kneel. When I sit, you have to lie on your stomach, just like you are now. ”

He confirmed this repeatedly.

He knew his boss would ask.

Winston's eyes saw the fireplace flickering, and the addition of wood made it live.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke: "The one who is alive, take good care of her, and make sure that she recalls all the useful information." ”

Cuarón: "Yes, sir. ”

After waiting for a while, he didn't hear the next sentence, and after a little hesitation, he spoke: "Sir, the smiling man ......"

Winston turned his back to him and waved, "Leave him alone for now, it's business as usual." ”

Caron opened his mouth, and finally said respectfully, "Yes, sir." He exited the room.

One order kills one hundred and twenty-six killers, which is also an extremely rare situation for the Continental Hotel.

Cuarón wanted to ask what to do, but he couldn't guess many of Winston's ideas, but he believed that the boss had his own plans and didn't need to be reminded repeatedly.

Winston stood in front of the fireplace for a while, until he felt a little hot, then walked back to the living room and took out his mobile phone broadcast number: "Thoroughly check the order, number 041125, contract code name smiley man." This includes the payer and the reason for the contract. Remember, I don't want N hand goods from the street, I want accurate first-hand information. ”

Hearing the answer, he hung up the phone.

Walking to the window and looking at the first winter snow that was getting bigger and bigger, a faint bad premonition flashed in his heart.

This hunch has helped him avoid many crises, and he would rather believe it and spend time and energy to verify that it is true than to classify it as an elderly paranophoria.

This world is too dangerous.

The Continental Hotel is not invincible either.

……