The two elite assassins didn't exchange words even as they worked in tandem and opened fire once more to block his approach, two of the bullets even curving.

They knew very well that they weren't as strong as this Boogeyman, but they weren't fighting alone.

In two seconds, three to five elite assassins would arrive.

In five seconds, more than ten of them would be here.

No matter how powerful this Boogeyman was, he would be turned into Swiss cheese.

At that moment, Luke was only ten meters away.

He had to get close in order to kill the enemy instantly.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

He fired three times at each of the two gunmen.

Their expressions changed as they split up, trying to pull away so that they weren't in Luke's attack range at the same time.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Two men in a doorway also opened fire.

They would be able to kill the Boogeyman if they hit him, and if they didn't, they would still be able to disrupt his attack on their comrades and create a chance for a counterattack.

Suddenly, Luke spun like a top, his arms swinging out.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four bullets were fired at the two people on the left and right.

The expressions of all four elite assassins changed abruptly, and they almost cried out in unison, "No!"

"That's impossible!"

The first "no" was from the two men Luke was attacking, while the second exclamation was from the two men at the doorway.

The bullets flew at the two men at odd angles from both sides.

Pu! Pu!

Both men were shot in the head at the same time.

The two men at the doorway subconsciously shouted again, "How did you…"

But Luke didn't stop spinning.

Almost the moment the two assassins died, his hands swung around again.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

This time, the bullets flew at the two in the doorway.

The two of them were staring death in the face, and their half-spoken words turned into bellows of despair. "No."

At that moment, they each had to face a barrage of five bullets.

What was even more frightening was that not only did all the five bullets curve, they flew in different arcs.

To their sharp eyes, the bullets were like a swarm of mini missiles that couldn't be dodged.

Even though they knew Curve Shooting like the back of their hands and could use different curve bullets, everyone in the Fraternity could only fire once at a time.

In comparison, this Boogeyman had fired ten consecutive shots in different arcs and attacked two targets at the same time.

This completely overturned their worldview.

In their shock, they couldn't calculate the trajectory of the bullets at all, and could only subconsciously dodge in one direction.

Pu! Pu!

Pu!

Two people who had been rushing over suddenly collapsed and rolled seven to eight times over the ground before they stopped.

The weaker one was shot in the head and stomach, while the stronger one had just one hole in his head.

But none of them escaped death.

Luke didn't stop spinning, and his hands moved even faster.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

The remaining bullets in the guns scattered and flew in arcs at several dark doorways.

There were two groans, and the hurried footsteps around him slowed down.

Luke was amused. There were actually two weaklings? They couldn't even withstand two bullets from so far away. How terrible!

Thinking that, he stopped and stood in the center of the factory. He unhurriedly removed an empty clip from one gun. "Come in. I promise I won't shoot first."

Five figures appeared at three doorways.

Two of them had ugly expressions. One gripped his arm, and the other his stomach.

These two were the weaker ones among the elite assassins, and had been shot.

The other three were unharmed, but their expressions were still dark.

They had also broken out in a cold sweat at the sudden barrage of bullets.

Even if they were completely unharmed, that didn't mean that they weren't scared.

If they had been careless, they might have been killed by one of the bullets.

A battle between top killers was just this dangerous.

Only a few centimeters stood between them and death.

Seeing that Luke was reloading, one of them suddenly raised his gun.

Luke was still reloading.

But the moment the man moved, Luke's right hand swung out.

Pa!

A bullet flew at this elite assassin who had wanted to take advantage of the moment.

Pu!

The other four looked at their comrade in disbelief.

There was a hole in the man's temple. His grin didn't change, but he was as dead as could be.

Luke dropped the empty clip of the P226 and reloaded. "How did this person become an assassin? He didn't know I had one last bullet left in the barrel?"

The expressions of the four elite assassins grew even uglier, but there was fear in their eyes.

The person who died wasn't the strongest nor the weakest of them.

This sort of average person couldn't avoid a shot.

What was even more terrifying was that this Boogeyman was actually using Curve Shooting.

What a joke!

Physical Outburst and Curve Shooting were the two best skills for top assassins in the Fraternity.

It was with these two skills that they could stand out from countless ordinary assassins and become legendary killers with extraordinary abilities.

But now, an outsider had used their trump card to kill their comrade in front of them. This… there was no reconciling this matter.

But nobody moved, because Luke already had a reloaded P226.

This gun could hold twenty bullets; they didn't think they could withstand twenty shots.

The four elite assassins who had entered the factory first but were already dead were the most direct proof of this.

They waited.

It would take a few seconds at most for the others to arrive.

What they didn't know was that Luke had added a bit of telekinesis to the last bullet.

With a little more speed and a slight shift in direction, that bullet which could have been easily dodged hit its target.

Luke reloaded his other P226 unhurriedly and glanced at the four people.

They got goosebumps all over their bodies.

They weren't ordinary people, and could easily tell that Luke didn't look at them in fear or even excitement, like a kid counting biscuits.

Actually, Luke was indeed thinking: 1,000! 1,000! 1,000! 1,000!

The five elite assassins who had died just now were worth an average of around 1,000 experience and credit points each, which was slightly more than Luke had expected.

The four people in front of him were just numbers in his eyes.

After reloading, Luke's hands dropped naturally as he glanced around.