A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

Clarice shook her head.

Seeing Luke arrive, Lorna felt completely relieved and hugged him tightly, as if she had found her anchor. She pointed directly at the sentry who was being looked after by the federal agent: "Luke, it's him, it's him, I remember it very clearly."

Luke nodded.

Just remember the person.

Raise your wrist!

shot!

"boom!"

"Boom!"

When the sentry saw Luke's gaze, his expression changed instantly. Just as he was about to speak, he couldn't help but violently shake his head backward.

Under the watchful eyes of many students in the gymnasium, who felt a sharp pain between their brows, the sentry identified by Lorna, the moment he was shot in the forehead, threw his head back and then slammed it heavily onto the floor behind him.

After the sound of the back of his head hitting the floor.

The sentry was lying on the floor, eyes wide open, dead as could be.

The students present remained calm.

Because they had long since gone from being flustered at the beginning to realizing that Luke was Lorna's brother and one of their own, they no longer showed any signs of panic.

Even now, when their gaze fell upon the fallen sentry and they saw the sentry's unseeing eyes, they felt a strange sensation.

Well done!

Deserve it.

Serves you right for being so aggressive just now, and even hitting us.

This is retribution.

at this time.

A roar came from behind the sentry just as he was about to make intimate contact with the floor.

"Lu Ke!"

"do not move!"

Jack stared at Roland Fury, whose face was a deep, dark red, and pointed the gun at his forehead, yelling, "Behave yourself, you old black slave!"

Upon hearing the title, Roland Fury's anger was instantly reignited, and he glared at Luke.

In a word.

The upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked.

Clearly, in his view, Jack dared to use such discriminatory language towards him because he must have been bewitched and coerced by this yellow-skinned dog.

and so……

It's all Luke's fault!

Luke looked in Roland Frey's direction.

Roland Fury stared at him with an angry look that seemed to say, "I know who you are, but you also know who I am. I bet you won't dare do anything to me."

Is this guy complaining that I didn't come to find him as soon as I entered the house?

Luke raised an eyebrow and said to Lorna in his arms, "Wait for me."

Lorna nodded obediently, left Luke's embrace, and ran to Clarice: "Are you alright?"

Clarice smiled slightly and shook her head.

She's really alright this time.

After Lorna left, Luke straightened his coat, which had been a bit sore from being hugged by Lorna, and walked up to Roland Fury while tugging at the cuffs.

Roland Fury continued to glare at Luke, who was approaching, with an expression that said, "I'm not afraid of you."

“This is my case.”

"Put the gun down."

"Yes."

Upon hearing Luke's order, Jack did not hesitate and moved the gun away from Roland Fury's forehead.

This action made Roland Fury even more certain that Luke really wouldn't dare to harm him.

the reason is simple.

His current boss is Daniel Whitehead.

Daniel Whitehorn had tried to poach him more than once before, but he hadn't agreed because of Alexander Pierce's goodwill towards him.

But ten days ago, that feeling was gone.

Alexander Pierce has stated that even the yellow-skinned dog who opposed him was one of their own.

He even forbade himself from offending him again.

A leader like that is better off not having.

In a fit of anger, Roland Fury switched sides to Daniel Whitehead.

He realized he had done the right thing.

So many days have passed, and Alexander Pierce is furious, but because his new boss is Daniel Whitehorn, he doesn't dare to utter a sound.

and so……

Even Alexander couldn't do anything about him, and was wary of his new boss, Daniel Whitehorse, so he dared not lay a hand on him, let alone a yellow-skinned dog who served Alexander.

Would he dare to lay a hand on himself?

No.

He dare not.

He even knelt in front of me, begging me not to cause him any trouble.

With this thought in mind, Roland Fury, now imbued with the belief that "when a black man thinks, God laughs," looked at Luke with a hint of mockery on his face.

Anna Okoyette, dressed in a tight-fitting bodysuit with a curvaceous figure and wearing yellow goggles, stared at Luke expressionlessly.

Luke's gaze swept across Anna Ocoyette's face, and then, looking at Roland Fury who was giving him a mocking smile, he himself broke into a bright smile. Noticing the wrinkles at the latter's collar, he even reached out and kindly straightened Roland Fury's collar.

As Nick Fury's younger brother, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he is entitled to the same treatment as a major figure in terms of how he should die.

But this action only intensified the mocking expression on Roland Fury's face.

"Lu Ke, get out of here right now..."

"Have I ever told you that your good luck won't last three times in a row?"

Luke interrupted, looking at Roland Fury with a bright smile: "Didn't I tell you that you wouldn't be so lucky on the third meeting?"

Roland Fury's gaze fell on Luke's radiant smile, then on the icy coldness in his deep eyes, and the mockery on his face froze instantly.

All of a sudden.

An unprecedented chill, even emanating from his soul, rose from the soles of his feet and with a whoosh, froze his previously burning-hot brain CPU.

Roland Frey opened his mouth instinctively.

"what?"

This is the third time.

Lu Ke spoke softly, his smile radiant.

next second.

Raise your wrist.

The Glock 19 landed instantly on his right hand and was aimed directly at Roland Fury's forehead.

Roland Frey stared wide-eyed at the finger that was about to pull the trigger.

"Do not……"

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Flames were shooting from the muzzle of the gun.

The bullet was fired and instantly pierced Roland Fury's forehead, who was standing inches away.

After being shot in the forehead, Roland Fury was caught off guard and dragged backward by the bullet's powerful kinetic energy until the back of his head slammed heavily against the wall a meter away. With a sound like a watermelon cracking, his head split open, leaving him as a limp corpse with only half a split head remaining, collapsing to the floor.

Luke stood there expressionless, gun in hand, watching Roland Fury, who had fallen to the ground, his head hanging halfway up, trying to take one last look with his only remaining large black eye, but ultimately failing and dying completely.

Fury!

die! ! !

……

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Luke's gaze lingered on Roland Fury's corpse for a second before he looked away, confirming that his soul had already flown to the underworld of Hale.

He said that.

Roland Frey might be lucky once, or even twice, but he would never be lucky three times in a row.

This time, he wasn't afraid to overturn the table, and there was nothing more important to him than killing him.

and so……

Roland Fury's good luck has come to an end!

Luke felt that Roland Fury had actually made a huge profit.

After all, not everyone can survive for such a long time after making Luke feel unhappy.

Roland Fury has been around for so long, living so much longer than expected, Luke thinks he should actually be content.