A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

Special operations team leader Hong Duo, Deacon, Chris, and the other team members all looked at Chen Huaxing, who landed on the opposite side seemingly unharmed, even straightening his clothes after getting up, waving back at them, and then calmly leaving. They couldn't help but exchange bewildered glances.

Team leader Hong Duo was the first to come to his senses. He used his walkie-talkie to notify the police officers downstairs, and then ran towards the fire escape he had climbed up.

"Chase!"

"do not go."

Lu Ke looked at the special operations team members who were preparing to go downstairs again and said to dissuade them, "Even if you go, it will be too late. Even if you do, he wants to leave. If you go, you will only be throwing your lives away."

One of the special operations team members turned around, listened to these words, and looked at Lu Ke with some displeasure.

"What did you say?"

"The truth is always hard to hear."

Lu Ke spoke expressionlessly, then stretched out his arms, which he had kept behind his back after blocking Chen Huaxing's punch, which represented thirty years of martial arts skill.

into the eye.

Both forearms were visibly swollen.

Bright red.

And it had a burning pain.

"Shet!"

Upon seeing this, Chris, the only female SWAT officer, exclaimed in surprise, ran to Luke, glanced at him, and then grabbed the walkie-talkie.

"Call an ambulance..."

"Need not!"

Luke quickly stopped Chris from calling an ambulance and from touching his arm, took a step back, and said seriously, "It hurts!"

Chris opened his mouth, looking at Luke, whose face showed no sign of pain.

"But...you don't seem to be in any pain at all!"

"I'm enduring it."

Should another ambulance be called?

On his first discharge, he was back in bed in less than an hour.

Now you want to do it a second time?

I just left the respawn point and I got killed and sent back one after another?

Don't even think about it.

Chris listened to Luke speaking earnestly about his restraint, and opened his mouth again, wanting to say something.

"But it looks quite serious."

"Nonsense, just beat him until he's swollen."

"Are you sure you don't need to call an ambulance?"

"No need, the bones aren't broken."

Lu Ke shook his head, determined not to return to the hospital this time, no matter what. He took a deep breath as he looked in the direction where Chen Huaxing had disappeared.

Thirty years of skill, terrifying indeed!

If this were in the Main God Space, he could be considered a god with at least three to five hundred years of cultivation.

He could smash Chen Huaxing's brains out with a single finger.

But what about this body right now?

He was no match for Chen Huaxing.

Especially since this guy also has that seemingly endless skill of throwing knives.

A long-range attack, the opponent has throwing knives.

In close combat, the opponent possesses thirty years of martial arts skill.

This time, the opponent...

That's a bit too advanced.

Such an opponent, at the very least, will only be someone I encounter after I unlock my genetic potential.

Lu Ke thought to himself silently.

at this time.

One of the special agents, who was deep in thought, frowned as he looked at Luke's swollen arm and said, "This guy, is he some kind of mutant?"

Upon hearing this, Chris looked at the team leader, Hondo: "Oh right, last month, didn't they say that several mutants dressed as refugees appeared in Santa Monica?"

Hong Duo frowned slightly.

Luke snapped out of his daze and looked at the group: "He's not a mutant."

Chris and the others looked at Luke.

Lu Ke clenched his fists and then relaxed them, using his own method to relieve the pain in his arms: "This guy practices ancient martial arts."

Chris listened to those words and mumbled the somewhat awkward phrases.

"Ancient martial arts".

"Yes, a kind of kung fu that only kills, without performing."

"effort?!"

Chris's eyes lit up.

She didn't know about ancient martial arts, but kung fu was something every person in the Federation should know.

Luke glanced at Chris: "Within seven steps, everyone becomes an enemy. That's the essence of ancient martial arts. Even if you have guns, if he gets close, there's absolutely no chance of survival. Besides, he probably won't give you any chance to get close."

As he spoke, he turned around, his gaze falling on the scattered throwing knives behind him.

Lu Ke walked over, bent down, picked up two throwing knives from the ground, and examined them.

The appearance, shape, size, and even weight of the throwing knife.

it's the same!

grass.

This guy definitely cheated.

Lu Ke's thoughts raced.

With a limited number of bullets, how could he possibly win against an endless barrage of throwing knives? There's no way he could win.

Is it...

This guy not only practices ancient martial arts, but he's also trying to cultivate immortality, isn't he?

Does a Marvel-based world have something called cultivation?

Lu Ke muttered to himself.

After half an hour.

With two throwing knives in his hand, Luke lowered his sleeves, maintaining the decorum of a high-ranking federal special agent, and stepped out of the building behind him.

Brian, who was outside the police line, saw it and immediately shouted, "Luke, Luke, this, this!"

Luke looked at Brian standing outside and walked over.

"You didn't come in?"

"We were stopped."

"Didn't I already say hello?"

"Don't mention it."

"What's up?"

"I ran into my former sheriff, no, he's a police officer now. When he saw me, he had someone kick me out."

"What?"

"He's the one who recommended me to go undercover. As a result, I was fired, and he seems to have been implicated as well, being demoted to a police officer."

"……All right."

Looking at Brian, who was shaking his head with a somewhat wistful expression as he said those words, Lu Ke put himself in Brian's shoes and said, "Not bad, on the bright side, at least he didn't shoot you dead."

Brian shrugged. "Actually, I have a feeling that if no one was around, he might have shot me."

Luke said he could understand: "If you implicate me and I lose my job as a federal agent, I'll probably chop you up if I see you. Try to avoid me in the future."

Brian sighed. "It seems like this is the only way."

Seeing this, Luke didn't say anything more. After meeting up with Brian, he followed Brian toward the Toyota parked not far away: "Let's go. Before we go back, let's go to the Chinese medicine shop in Chinatown to buy some Chinese medicine."

Brian frowned: "It's those same old medicine again. Didn't we say we didn't need it anymore? Mia still has a few doses."

Lu Ke shook his head: "No, that medicine is no longer effective, we need to switch to another one."

Brian: "..."

Chapter 60 Three Parties Protect Super God!

soon.

Luke got into the passenger seat.

Brian floored the gas pedal and sped straight toward Chinatown. Immediately afterward, the seatbelt warning light went off.

"Ok?"

Brian paused slightly, glanced at Luke sitting in the passenger seat, and tugged at his seatbelt: "Fasten your seatbelt."

Lu Ke didn't say anything, but instead rolled up the sleeves he had just lowered to maintain his image in public.

into the eye.