The French liked her form, even the Americans, but Elena didn't think that was necessarily the case for Luke.

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

Just after getting along in the past two days, she noticed that Luke's body was quite fit, and he should be in a figure that can only be maintained by long-term fitness.

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

He's definitely strong! She thought about it, and her face turned red again.

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

Who made her an art student! Men with gorgeous muscles always have a preference for them.

Luke is in a relaxed mood right now.

He had a big ticket last night, and he needed to adjust his mood.

When you're at home, you can eliminate your discomfort by cooking or talking to Selena.

The feeling is not simply disgusting, gloomy, fearful, or bloodthirsty, but there are more subtle emotions in it, and perhaps a little excitement, anticipation, joy, impatience, triumphantness.

The human psyche is never so simple.

The last time Grayson came, he didn't find any major abnormalities in him, and it was largely due to Luke's self-regulation.

Tony Stark has appeared, and those bad guys were originally reserved for superheroes to level up experience monsters.

A lot of the time, Luke treats those bad guys as experience NPCs in the game, and he doesn't feel so strong to kill.

The existence of the system also gave him confidence.

So far, he hasn't deducted points for killing the wrong person.

Judging from the fact that five points have been deducted for taking five beautiful knives, it is impossible for the system to let him kill people at will.

To reason about it the other way, it is that he did not kill wrong.

Luke was now in a good mood and chatting with Yelena over a meal, and then the two of them went upstairs together.

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

Luke also followed Yelena's example, and moved a chair out of the house and sat there reading his notebook.

There, he swiped Yelena's network, and Luke looked at the information on the Internet about various tourist attractions.

After a while, he looked up and saw that Elena was already engaged in painting.

Luke got up lightly, didn't bother her, just glanced behind her, and immediately laughed and cried: What the hell are you doing? When did I become a birdman?

On Yelena's drawing board was a sketch from the beginning, and the person on it looked like Luke.

But the Luke was glowing all over, and with a pair of large wings, sitting there with a smile on his face, and a ...... in his hand Well, the Bible?

This posture is simply the way Luke was sitting there just now.

Can...... Isn't it a notebook in my hand? And this painting seems to feel like it's going to glow white, isn't this overly beautifying? He complained in his heart, but he didn't bother Elena.

Artistic creation sometimes has nothing to do with realistic references, but only with the painter's own feelings and intentions.

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

After a few moments, Luke quietly descended the stairs.

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

This bus is very dilapidated, there are not many people, scattered and scattered three or five people with erosive temperament, without exception, they don't look like good people.

Idleness, idleness, troublemaking, and doing evil are basically the daily processes of these people.

Seeing Luke get into the car, several people looked at it a few times and didn't say anything.

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

Luke covered his face, but his clothes and sitting showed a different way from these people.

The three frizzy black men forced over, and there was no nonsense, but with a flick of their hands, butterfly knives, small daggers, and knives were taken out, and with a "don't move" demeanor, they approached and stepped forward.

Luke sat there, his hands moving unhurriedly a few times, and the three negroes saw that he seemed to have taken a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on his hands.

However, the gloves were not murder weapons, and the three black gangsters who didn't have enough brains didn't care and continued to act.

One reached for Luke's backpack, while the other grabbed him on the chest and the hem of his shirt.

Just as the hands of the two black men reached out to Luke, he reached out with both hands, took their hands, and then twisted and pressed them slightly.

There were two clicks, and the two black men immediately screamed.

Luke sat there silently, clasped his hands around him, and reached out at random, stomping the palms of the two kneeling black men under his feet.

The other people in the trunk were stunned, they were all waiting to see the show, who knew that this would be the result.

The hands of the two black men who were trampled on were the one that was twisted and dislocated by Luke, and they didn't dare to use their strength at all, so they could only scream and pull the soles of his shoes with their other hands.

Luke was indifferent, his eyes suddenly moved, and he casually picked up the knife dropped by the two people, and threw it away.

A scream rang out, and a black man fell to the ground with a knife stuck in his wrist, which had completely penetrated his wrist, and he would be disabled for the rest of his life.

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

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

No one in the carriage said a word, silently watching Luke pick up the M1911, unhurriedly exiting the magazine to check it, pulling the sleeve, checking it, and then pointing it at the three black thugs: "Hand over the money you have." ”

Everyone on the bus: ...... The co-author is a professional.

Leaving the three black hapless men with less than a hundred euros in their sum up, and letting them get out of the car, Luke returned to the back seat.

Next, no one came to mess with him again.

Shortly after entering the Ninety-Three Provinces, Luke got off the bus and took a deep breath of the air: Well, it's all the taste of experience and points!

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

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

When a few people came around with knives, the muzzle of the black hole made them immediately become very honest.

There was a man in the other car, who also had a gun, but unfortunately he was not as fast as Luke.

Just before he was pulling out his gun, Luke shot him in the shoulder, and pulling out the gun was a threat to his life, and he was lucky not to die.

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

Less than half an hour after entering the Ninety-Three Provinces, he turned into a man with two guns and a car.

Rummaging around the car, he found all sorts of things with his keen sense of smell.

For example, some bullets, some scraps of cash, a little weed, not too useful.

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