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Luke listened to the song quietly.
Unexpectedly, the old guy sang well.
He sang it with a smile, but how much blood and tears it contains can only be experienced personally.
It¡¯s a shame for this old guy to be a killer! You should become a talk show actor or a singer or something! Luke commented in his heart.
The vehicle drove westward in the dark night, heading for the seaside ferry.
There was silence on the country road at night, and Kincaid, who was tired from singing, also fell asleep.
No matter how tough this old guy is, he can't withstand the fatigue caused by blood loss.
Luke was sitting quietly in the back seat. Suddenly his expression changed. He moved his body position slightly and looked at the rear of the car through the rearview mirror.
"We have company," he said.
Michael looked at the side rearview mirror: "How do you know?"
Luke: "Don't accelerate suddenly. Slowly reduce the speed. This is not a car chase movie."
Michael: "Are you sure?"
Luke pulled out the gun under his arm: "It's just an SUV, five people at most, and there are no police here."
Michael only hesitated slightly, but still did as he was told.
He didn¡¯t see much of Luke¡¯s shots, but they were clean and neat, no worse than him.
It is naturally best to resolve your worries and move on.
Michael paid attention to the car chasing behind him, and still asked in a low voice: "Isn't your name Kincaid?"
He can defeat his opponent without Kincaid, but he is afraid that the black bald head who is sleeping soundly with his head raised will be killed in the crossfire.
Luke: "It's okay. Wouldn't you be relieved if he died? Otherwise he would always teach you the Thirty-Six Strategies for Love."
Michael: ""
He felt that, rather than getting back a 3A rating, it was more acceptable to endure the heart-wrenching words of a certain black bald man.
Luke quietly lowered the window and lowered his body slightly, just using the rearview mirror to observe the car behind him.
After his reminder, Michael¡¯s slowly decreasing speed did not arouse the other party¡¯s alertness.
The gangsters were not stupid either. They were just moving faster than Michael's car and behaved like normal cars driving at night.
Luke could only smile and say nothing.
He had seen this car when he was evacuating the safe house. The people on it had an obvious mercenary temperament, and it happened to choose the same route late at night.
Luke reminded softly: "You count down, and when the countdown is completed, you will brake suddenly."
Michael understood instantly and started counting: "Fifteen, fourteen"
Luke: Peat, won¡¯t you start counting down from five? Even ten is fine.
Of course he understood that Michael¡¯s countdown was actually the time when the two vehicles were close to each other.
"Eight, seven"
Luke has reconfirmed the license plate of this car, which is the one outside the safe house.
"three two¡¡"
Luke¡¯s feet pressed against the backrest of the driver¡¯s seat, and his body rose a little.
"one!"
Crunch!
With a sharp braking sound, the speed of the Mercedes-Benz dropped sharply, but it still remained stable, without slipping or overturning.
Michael¡¯s driving skills are also not low. He knows how to create the best shooting conditions for Luke. Although the brakes are sharp, they are not abrupt.
Luke followed the inertia and stood up. Glock barely moved the muzzle and pulled the trigger towards the black SUV passing by the window.
"In the passenger seat and back seat of the SUV on the right, the three big men with guns didn't have time to react. A series of bullets hit them from front to back. Everyone was hit by more than two bullets in the head and half of the body.
Luke sighed softly: "There's something wrong with that driver."
In the shooting just now, he didn't miss the target of the driver, but the driver's body fell instantly and he missed the shot.
Michael stopped the car smoothly: "How did they track us? I deliberately chose the westward road, just because I didn't want to be blocked by them in the east tunnel."
Kincaid¡¯s lazy non-Emirati accent sounded: ¡°Surveillance, there was surveillance when you stole the car.¡±
But Michael shook his head: "Impossible. After driving, I walked eastward for a while and then circled back to the west."
Luke: "You two, now is the time to witness a miracle. Can you show some respect to this driver?"
The two chatty people in front are alsoNot far from the roadside, I noticed that the driver of the black SUV got out and was staggering over.
Kincaid: "I don't have a gun, please do as you please."
Michael: "I'm a security guard, not a killer."
Luke curled his lips: "This Mr. Driver is not a human being either!"
As he spoke, the Glock in his hand fired continuously.
The driver who was walking staggeringly from the opposite side suddenly accelerated, and it was almost impossible to see his trajectory in the dark.
¡°Wth!?¡± The two chatterboxes shouted almost in unison.
The driver¡¯s movement was almost like an afterimage. It was definitely not a speed that normal people could achieve.
Luke took his time to put a new magazine on Glock.
The approaching driver flashed left and right and suddenly stopped. While touching his body with both hands, he jumped repeatedly and screamed: "Ahhhh! Why does it hit me every time?"
The chatty duo also noticed that there were seven or eight bullet holes in this guy¡¯s upper body and he was bleeding continuously.
"The strange thing is that despite being hit by so many bullets in the chest and abdomen, and the wound was still bleeding, the driver was still full of energy, jumping around and screaming in pain.
Thinking of what Luke said, Michael raised his gun.
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He emptied the magazine and was not in a hurry to see his results, but turned to look next to his head: "wtf?!"
Kincaid was holding a gun in his hand, leaning against his head.
But Michael blocked his shot.
Kincaid slapped him in the face: "Don't block me! You didn't even hit him with your bad shooting skills!"
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Kinkaid¡¯s magazine was also quickly emptied.
Michael sat up and began to taunt: "Wow, it seems like your marksmanship is also pretty bad."
Kincaid: "I hit him three times, and you only hit him twice. I hit him all three times in the chest and abdomen, and you hit him once in the arm. I said there's something wrong with your poor shooting skills. ?¡±
Luke was speechless, too lazy to pay attention to these two guys, opened the door and got out of the car.
At this moment, the unlucky driver, who had more than a dozen bullet holes in his body, looked in disbelief: "Impossible, why can you all hit me?"
Luke didn¡¯t answer, but smiled secretly in his heart.
¡°Even if they don¡¯t count themselves, Kincaid and Michael are both ordinary humans with good combat capabilities, and their skill in using firearms is far beyond ordinary people.
This driver relied on his speed to dodge all the bullets, and he was too underestimated.
His speed is not fast enough to dodge bullets, and he lacks the skill of gun fighting, so it is normal for him to be shot.
Luke flicked his right hand, and a telescopic swinging stick was shaken away, and he walked towards the driver who was covered in bullet holes.
The driver bared his teeth, howled, and pounced forward.
The chatty duo over there also opened the door and got out of the car. Michael quickly said: "Wow, wow, wow, I think it's better for everyone to sit down and talk first?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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