A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

The smile on Baraka Dibour's face vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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A smile never fades.

It will simply be transferred.

Baraka Dibour's smile didn't actually disappear; it just shifted to Luke's face.

Luke, who happened to arrive just in time and witnessed this scene, stood on the cliff and looked down at Baraka Deeble and the Mandarin and a dozen others on the beach, waving with a bright smile.

"Mandarin!"

"..."

Seeing the speedboat explode, he remained completely calm, even when the Mandarin, who was standing with his hands behind his back, heard the noise, turned around, and looked up.

moment.

His gaze met that of Luke, who was standing on the cliff.

Eyes facing each other.

Lu Ke smiled broadly.

The Mandarin lowered his eyes slightly.

Luke spoke Dongguo dialect.

It's the really authentic kind.

Moreover, he wasn't worried at all that the fair-skinned Mandarin wouldn't understand.

because……

Just as Luke had guessed.

Although he didn't know how Wenwu had managed to create it, that was how Eric's memories had told him.

The Mandarin is both civil and military, but civil and military are not the Mandarin.

Lu Ke initially suspected that the Ten Commandments of Wenwu were at work.

However, after recalling the function of the Ten Commandments, he could not find a ring that matched the concept of "an external avatar".

After all, the ability to create an avatar is already very close to that of a fantasy novel.

Just like the unlimited throwing knife that originally belonged to Chen Huaxing, now in his hands.

Luke immediately thought of a suspect who best fit all of this.

Wenwu's wife.

To be precise, it was the family of Wenwu's wife.

The presence of Qilin, flying tigers, and giant dragons in the Tarot readings alone makes it very much in line with the style of fantasy novels.

If Wenwu learned some kind of special ability similar to "avatar" from his wife, then it would explain the relationship between Wenwu and the Mandarin.

Luke spoke first, addressing the Mandarin loudly, "Are you leaving so soon? Aren't you going to stay for a meal?"

Both Wen and Wu spoke.

He didn't use much force when he opened his mouth, but the sound was very clear, reaching Lu Ke's ears almost without any impurities.

"You're Lu Ke?"

"Correct!"

Lu Ke nodded, a bright smile on his face.

"Is the Mandarin surprised to see me here?"

"Where's Eric?"

"I'm still alive, don't you think?"

"good."

The Mandarin nodded, and even after confirming the death of his subordinate, he looked at Luke without any anger on his face: "At your age, there aren't many young people with such strength anymore."

The words fell.

The Mandarin shifted his gaze to the sea, where the coast guard, which had formed a circle in speedboats from afar, was now encircling Luke. He then turned his attention back to Luke: "What a pity."

Lu Ke raised an eyebrow.

"What's a pity?"

"Isn't it a pity that he died so young?"

The Mandarin maintained his expression, devoid of anger, and said in the most ordinary of voices, "You think you can keep me here?"

Luke shrugged: "Give it a try!"

Done.

Lu Ke revealed two rows of bright, white teeth that gleamed in the afternoon sunlight, then raised his right hand and brought it down steadily.

Baraka Debour, standing next to the Mandarin, was dumbfounded. After a moment of shock, he quickly spoke up.

"I vote..."

“Fire!!”

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Tu Tu Tu!"

Luke did not give Baraka Dibour a chance to speak.

Trash talk time is over.

Anyway, he has already formed a cooperation agreement with Hela, so it doesn't matter if Jack doesn't find CPH4 in the manor later.

Once Baraka Dibour's soul has gone to the underworld, he can ask Hela directly.

and so……

Next, let's let the guns do the talking.

As Luke's right hand fell, his command was transmitted through Debbie, who was sitting in her office, to the earpieces of every law enforcement officer involved in this operation.

All of a sudden!

Standing atop the cliff, the SWAT team members, looking down from above, instantly pulled the triggers of their assault rifles.

On the sea, members of the fully armed coastal training team also pulled the triggers of their weapons.

Flames were shooting from the muzzle of the gun.

moment.

Bullets from the cliff and from the sea formed an impenetrable net of fire, enough to shred even a mosquito, raining down on the Mandarin and Baraka Debour and a dozen other armed bandits who were trapped on the beach, unable to advance or retreat.

"Lord be careful!"

"Buzz!"

A man standing in front of the Mandarin's expression changed drastically. He took a step forward, spread his arms, and used his supernatural power to create a transparent protective shield that enveloped him and the Mandarin.

A dense barrage of bullets struck the transparent protective shield, creating ripples.

The white-faced man using his superpowers seemed to change color with each ripple, turning white then red, then red then white again.

But the bullets failed to penetrate their protective shield.

But others weren't so lucky.

Especially Baraka Dibour and his men.

"hide……"

"Puff puff!"

As the bullets hurtled towards him, one of the thugs turned pale with fright. He roared and tried to find cover, but the sound of bullets entering his body echoed from all over his body.

In an instant.

The ruthless bandit was riddled with bullets and didn't even have time to dodge before collapsing onto the beach with a thud.

The ruthless bandit crashed onto the beach. With his last glance, he saw his comrades lying dead on the beach beside him, one after another, their deaths gruesome.

A scream came.

A large-caliber bullet from the coastal patrol pierced Baraka Dibour's right ankle as he tried to run toward the Mandarin.

moment!

Baraka Dibour screamed, just like his right hand which had detached from his leg and flown to the side, he could no longer maintain his balance and fell heavily onto the Mandarin's transparent dome with a thud, just inches away from him.

Puff puff!

The bullets, positioned high above, seemed to target Baraka Dibour, entering his body without any regard for the angle of impact, striking his back.

Baraka Dibour's already bleeding lips bled even more profusely.

but……

Baraka Deeble, who did not want to die, struggled to lift his head and look at the Mandarin standing right in front of him, ignoring all the bullets, and raised his right hand with difficulty.

"My lord, save me..."

"boom!"

Large-caliber bullets struck again from the sea, hitting Baraka Dibourna's raised right arm directly.

There was a pop.

Along with the blood splattered onto the transparent protective shield, a severed forearm slammed directly onto the shield with a thud.

The Mandarin's eyes flickered slightly. He looked down at Baraka Dibour, who was lying at his feet with his eyes wide open in death, before raising his gaze back to Luke, who was standing on the cliff, a man who knew only how to make distant alliances but not how to fight.

Luke caught the Mandarin's look in time, and then chuckled.