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Looking at the posture of this group of gang members, the customers in the store felt very self-conscious without anyone urging them, and they all hid in every corner silently.
Kinkaid looked at these people: "Looking for you?"
Luke: "Why isn't he looking for you?"
Kincaid shrugged: "I don't seem to have offended anyone here."
Luke sneered at this argument and raised his hand to draw two circles on his face: "Don't forget that person. Your face was trampled into a tomato pizza. Doesn't it count as your fault?"
Kincaid nodded helplessly: "Okay, but you shot through the legs of three unlucky guys, and then you and your girlfriend killed the six people they went to seek revenge. Isn't this much more excessive than me?"
Luke: "But that doesn't prove that these people are here for me, right?"
"It's him, that white boy! It was he who killed Fereno and the others." Someone from the group of people opposite shouted.
A bunch of people pointed their guns at Luke.
Kinkaid burst out laughing and moved his body to the side: "It seems that it is your business."
What Luke could say was that he could only make an international gesture to Kincaid.
"That black bald man is also part of the group. He crushed Samus's face just now." The same one shouted out again.
Immediately, half of the guns were drawn out and pointed at Kincaid.
Luke smiled: "It seems that it is also your business. Half for each person?"
Kincaid: "Well, let's finish the work early. I also want to go talk to my wife."
"She is your "future" wife." Luke insisted on this.
As the two of them faced each other and taunted each other, a group of gangsters at the door were already impatient: "Kill them."
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The moment before the gangster opened fire, Luke jumped and rolled, hid behind the coffee table seat next to him, bent over and scurried to a corner, and gave a thumbs up to the other side: "Come on, Kincaid. I'm optimistic about you."
"Haha, what a beautiful idea! Half of it for one person!" Kincaid and Luke acted almost at the same time, turned over and hid behind the bar, curling his lips disdainfully.
Luke shrugged: "Okay, deal."
The flying bullets smashed the wine cabinet and bar counter into pieces, and all kinds of drinks and items flew everywhere.
At the same time, Luke¡¯s corner of the wall was also beaten to the point where smoke and dust rose and the wall was splashed everywhere.
As the two of them took their own actions, the gangsters also subconsciously approached.
The guns in their hands were still firing wildly, and the sound of gunfire was deafening in the entire space.
Luke had already inserted two earphones into his ears, and the electronically picked-up earphones blocked the excessive noise.
?????????????????????? For a while, the gangsters were firing and frowning, feeling a little ear-ache.
He looked over at the bar and secretly praised it in his heart.
"Kinkade is a cunning guy.
After jumping into the bar just now, I slipped through the small door behind the bar and now I am watching a show in a corner away from the bar.
Luke raised a hand behind the corner and gave him two gestures, which meant "three two one, shoot together."
Kincaid made an OK gesture.
Along with Luke¡¯s countdown gesture, the gunfire of the gangsters suddenly faded away.
"These guys are super amateurs, and they can't even guarantee the continuity of firepower. More than half of the more than ten people have emptied their magazines with their front and rear legs, and they are in the gap between changing magazines.
Luke¡¯s countdown gesture also happened to be completed.
Luke and Kincaid reached out their guns almost at the same time.
Where Kincaid and Luke were standing, there was just a crossfire, and most of the gangsters at the intersection were instantly wiped out.
Luke didn¡¯t even bother to aim.
There is no need for him to show too precise marksmanship in front of Kincaid, because there is no need for it.
This group of idiot gangsters thought they were outnumbered. From the time they entered the door to the time they opened fire, to the time they used up all their bullets and approached step by step, they didn't even break up their formation.
In such a small space, the dozen or so people were a huge living target.
Kincaid and Luke instantly emptied the magazines of their respective pistols. Only three of the dozen gangsters were lucky enough not to be shot, and they were so scared that they hid in the side.
Over there, Kincaid changed the magazine and made a "continue" gesture to Luke.
Luke shrugged, and the action of changing the magazine was faster than HeiThe gun shot faster for half a second, and the muzzle ejected again.
The last two bullets were not wasted. The bartender who was holding a rifle next to the bar and wanted to sneak attack him was shot first in the thigh. When he lowered his head and screamed, he was shot again in the head.
These gangsters came well prepared, and of course it was the bartender who tipped them off.
Luke also knows that this bar is the territory of this gang, and of course the bartender is one of their people.
¡°That¡¯s not the case, he¡¯s not back yet.
Snapped!
Kincaid walked out from the side, raised his hand and pointed it at Luke and there was a shot behind him.
A guy who was hiding in the crowd and peeking at Luke with a gun had his head blown.
Kincaid smiled and said, "You owe me your life."
Luke curled his lips, suddenly picked up the m1911 without bullets in his hand and smashed it out.
The gun body rotated and banged on the face of a gun-wielding gangster on the other side. The gangster was aiming at Kincaid.
He shrugged: "It's even."
The two people behind were also with the gangsters, but they were just hidden people sitting among the guests and did not show up at the first time.
Now these two guys who wanted to secretly shoot someone with a gun rushed to the street, and no one with a gun appeared among the customers hiding in the corners.
Luke walked over, tiptoed, picked up the pistol in a gangster's hand, held it, and walked back to the bar.
Kincaid was rummaging around at the bar at the moment. After a moment, he yelled and took out a bottle of red wine.
Luke looked at the trademark and was not impressed at all: "Is this wine good?"
Kincaid curled his lips: "It's average, but at least it's genuine. The tequila that the bartender gave me just now is definitely a fake, and it tastes terrible. Use this bottle of wine to compensate me now, and I'll use this to give to Sony later." Ya."
Luke picked up his can of juice on the bar. It was not easy for this can of juice to be safe despite so many gunshots just now.
He took a leisurely sip and then asked: "Sonia? Your future wife?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com