Several seconds later, people quietly appeared at the doorways and windows one by one as they surrounded Luke.

They remained silent and simply observed him.

Their hands twitched, but they managed to hold back.

The bodies of five elite assassins were intimidating enough; they at least had more impact than the bodies of more than a hundred regular assassins.

For a moment, the air in the factory almost froze.

Standing in the center, Luke didn't do anything. Like a tiger, he observed the wolves that were slowly taking advantage of his position.

"Boogeyman, what are you waiting for?" The voice of an old man rang out, and Sloan walked out of a dark passage as he frowned at Luke.

Luke said, "You."

Sloan asked, "Are you going to beg for mercy?"

Luke shook his head. "No, I'm just afraid that you'll run."

A fierce light flashed in Sloan's eyes. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Luke turned to look at him and suddenly smiled. "No, don't misunderstand. I'm not targeting you. I just want to say that all of you here… are garbage."

When he said the last half of his sentence, the thirteen elite assassins left, including Sloan, didn't understand what he meant.

But Sloan, the old fox, was the first to react. Wasn't this person just taunting them?

Humiliated, Sloan's face turned dark as he yelled, "You're counting death."

The other people reacted quickly as well. It was probably less than 0.1 seconds before they reacted, and their faces looked like they had just eaten sh*t.

But Luke closed his eyes, spread his arms, and sighed. "This world is so beautiful…"

"Kill him!" Without any hesitation, Sloan gave the order.

All the assassins raised their guns.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

"I shouldn't be so violent…" Luke's voice echoed in the factory, and could still be heard clearly even over the sound of gunshots.

Pa!

An elite assassin who was darting between looms was shot in the head, and a figure in a black suit flashed behind the threads. A string of bullets hit nothing.

"This isn't good…" The calm voice continued.

Pa!

A second assassin came up against the muzzle of a gun. He was shot in the forehead at a distance of one meter, and he couldn't dodge in time.

"Not good…"

Pa!

The words were followed by a swift second shot, which hit a third assassin who was lunging at Luke, and pierced his eye.

"Only love…"

Pa!

The barely visible black figure instantly covered more than ten meters and flashed past two looms.

"And justice…"

Pa!

Past the two looms, the fourth and fifth assassins collapsed after they were shot in the head.

"Will last forever…"

Pa!

A terrified sixth assassin tried to turn around and see the black figure that was charging at him from behind, but blood exploded at the back of his head and his body smashed into a loom. Large amounts of blood dyed the cloth red, creating a strange pattern over it.

"Bring to the world…"

Pa!

A seventh assassin ran to the side and tried to escape the factory.

The black figure that he couldn't see clearly flashed past him and fired a bullet into his brain.

"New life…"

Pa!

An eighth assassin had just jumped out a window, when he was hit in the temple by a curve bullet from the side. The joy of escape was still on his face, but he was no longer breathing.

"So, I'm looking forward to it…"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

"World peace!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

With the last two sentences, bullets flew out like a storm. Like brave soldiers surrounding the enemy, they flew at the remaining four elite assassins.

"No!" The two weaklings who had been shot by Luke at the beginning yelled again.

It was only at that moment they realized that the two bullets which Luke had fired were moving in the shape of an S.

Curve Shooting didn't include a move like that. That's cheating! The thought flashed through their minds just before their heads exploded.

The other two assassins had already been taken care of by four S-curve bullets. They collapsed before they could even scream.

The factory was quiet once more.

Luke raised his head and closed his eyes. He spread his arms and raised his guns, like a star who had just finished his final performance.

Ten meters away, Sloan's face was black.

Just like that, twelve famous hitmen with extraordinary abilities had died.

They were stronger and faster, and died very quickly.

Facing Luke, who was determined to eliminate them, they were no more able to withstand the onslaught than the regular assassins from a few days ago.

For top students who could get 100, those who scored 60 and 80 were all trash students.

The reason top students got full marks was because to them, there were only 100 marks on the exam paper.

Either way, trash students would be crushed.

In front of Luke, both ordinary and elite assassins were far from being his match.

So, they died, and in less than five seconds.

Sloan's eyes flickered, and he finally said, "You're not the Boogeyman."

Luke slowly opened his eyes and looked into the old man's eyes. His faint smile was still there. "Congratulations, you got it."

Sloan stared at him for a moment, then said again, "Killing someone, reciting poetry, and still so strong…"

Pausing for a moment, he suddenly said, "You're that V! V without a smiling mask!"

Luke smiled again. "That's right, you got it again. Now, I've decided to choose you as the only lucky audience member to die on the spot."

Bang! Bang!

He raised his guns and fired.

Sloan dodged the two bullets and took out an antique pistol.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four bullets were actually deflected.

Luke was slightly surprised, but he dodged the attack and smiled. "It seems you're also not the Sloan I know."

As he spoke, he fired again without hesitation.

Sloan dodged again and his face finally darkened. "Young man, you know nothing about strength!"

As he spoke, he raised his gun, and his arm turned into an afterimage as the Mauser fired nonstop right at Luke, as if Sloan was pressing in for a close-range gunfight.

Narrowing his eyes, Luke met the man head-on without any hesitation, and fired back with double the firepower.

He activated the complete version of Gunfighting. With his explosive strength and extraordinary physique, he dodged left and right, and completely avoided the bullets.

On the other hand, Sloan didn't dodge at all, and simply lunged forward.

Amidst the light and sparks, Luke realized that the bullets that hit Sloan just left bullet holes in him.