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The police did not give up and chased after the mercenary's car.
For a time, gunshots and sirens rang out in the romantic city streets, and car accidents continued.
Luke is not in a hurry.
It¡¯s not easy for that old guy Kinkaid to die, so safety comes first.
With a backward mercenary's SUV attached from the back, he pulled his hand on the storage rack behind the motorcycle and held up a large murder weapon hidden in a leather holster.
boom! boom!
When he accelerated past the car, the big killer weapon in his hand sprayed the opponent's front windshield in the face.
A large piece of the SUV's front windshield was shattered, a shower of blood spurted out from the driver's seat, and the front of the car broke through the guardrail and fell into the river.
Luke let out a wow: "It's so exciting!"
The big weapon in his hand was swung in the air. With a clicking sound, the empty cartridge case was ejected. The motorcycle just happened to grab the second SUV diagonally in front of it.
boom! boom!
The mercenary driving the second SUV also followed suit. There were bullet holes in the front windshield and his face was pockmarked.
A bearded mercenary in the passenger seat reacted quickly and pulled the steering wheel to prevent the SUV from losing control.
The big killer weapon in Luke's hand turned once more, and the muzzle was raised.
The bearded mercenary¡¯s expression changed drastically. As soon as he loosened his grip, he shrank under the center console.
boom! boom!
The windshield of the co-pilot was also shattered, and the SUV swerved and rolled to the ground with a roar.
Luke glanced at the guy in the co-pilot, curled his lips and walked away.
His big killer is a small toy that is purely a personal hobby. It can only hold seven rounds of bullets. It would be a waste to hit people. It is best to take a taxi.
If there are four mercenaries in an SUV, then one seven equals seven, two seven hundred and eighteen ah!
Luke reluctantly regained his composure.
Although these mercenaries are not bad, they are not very powerful individually, and they are not as rigorous as the regular troops who move up the ladder and attack in turns, so it is difficult for him to take them seriously.
The car turned and the Harley-Davidson cut across an alley. When it came out, it just swerved and got close to the passenger side of the third SUV.
The big killer weapon in Luke's hand just made one more turn and was raised flat.
The mercenary in the co-pilot had a look of horror on his face and suddenly shrank his head.
boom!
The mercenary felt a little pain in his scalp, but when he saw his companion in the driver's seat whose whole chest was bleeding, he couldn't help but feel lucky.
As a result, a hand reached out from the broken car window, grabbed the gun belt, dragged him out of the car, dragged him to the ground and rushed forward.
The mercenary shouted and waved his hands wildly, trying to throw off his gun belt.
But Luke strangled his neck with the gun belt and twisted it around, and he couldn't pull away at all.
The mercenary's butt rubbed wildly against the uneven brick street, and his eyes almost turned white. Luke swung his gun belt and smashed his head against the railing on the roadside. This guy was half hanging on from his gun belt.
Throwing away the excess garbage, Luke continued to catch up.
As a result, there was a burst of gunfire, causing things around him to explode, but it was the police officers in two police cars who opened fire on him.
Luke Jue said: These police officers are really good. They beat anyone they see!
He decisively swerved the front of the car, and the Harley fat boy ran across a small bridge and followed the mercenary SUV on the opposite side.
After catching up with the SUV at a corner, he shot the car window and forced it into the river. The Harley fat boy suddenly accelerated, lifted the front of the car, rushed to the front hood of a car, and used the force to lift himself from the roof of the car. He jumped up and rushed towards the middle of a small bridge.
There, a mercenary was taking out an RPG and aiming at the oncoming speedboat.
The eyes of the bald black man on the speedboat widened, his nostrils flared, and his breathing paused for a moment.
In this narrow river, hiding from this thing is purely a gamble. He has no certainty, so he can only pray for God's blessing.
At this moment, amidst the sudden high-pitched roar of the motorcycle, a Harley Fat Boy flew diagonally towards the small bridge before Kincaid.
Kincaid could even see a modified Winchester m1887 spinning leisurely in the hands of the knight in black leather under the sun.
With a clear click, the empty cartridge case flew out, and the next bullet was loaded.
boom!
This shot caused the mercenary holding the rocket launcher to spin half a circle, and the rocket warhead shot into the SUV next to him with a bang.
The accomplice¡¯s liver and gallbladder were shattered. Before he could react, he saw a rocket burst through the window.??
But because the distance was too close, the safety of this rocket was not opened, and it did not explode. Instead, it fired again, piercing his shoulder and nailing him to the seat.
The Harley fat boy flew over the head of the rocket mercenary who was rushing towards the street, grazing diagonally on the ground.
Luke put his favorite toy back into the leather holster beside the rear wheel in mid-air, and pressed his hands firmly on the front of the car that was about to shake.
The Harley fat boy hit the ground on the bridge, his butt shook reluctantly from side to side twice, and finally calmed down. He dodged left and right on the sidewalk on the street and caught up with the gangster car and the police car in front.
This time, the people in the police car finally didn¡¯t shoot him. The policeman in the co-pilot looked surprised and shouted: ¡°Which department are you from?¡±
He just saw Luke kill the rocket mercenary, and the people who used rockets in the city were definitely not from the police side.
From this point of view, Luke is considered a friendly force?
Luke said nothing. He turned the accelerator and passed the police car. He pumped his left hand behind again and turned.
Click! boom!
The last gangster¡¯s SUV twisted its body, but it couldn¡¯t avoid Luke¡¯s close shot, and the front windshield was immediately destroyed.
But the driver was very persistent and tried to keep the SUV moving forward while reducing the speed.
Luke raised the corners of his mouth and turned the Winchester in his hand again.
Click!
The gangster finally raised his head and wanted to take a look at the road ahead.
As a result, a black gun muzzle was pointed at the driver's window.
His eyes widened and he exclaimed: "No"
boom!
There was blood on the driver's seat.
Isn¡¯t it good to be alive? Why are you so dedicated! He sighed secretly and put the gun back into his holster.
Watching Kincaid disappear in the bend of the river in his speedboat, the Harley fat boy under Luke accelerated again and drove away.
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However, Kincaid successfully escaped, but a certain security guard encountered a little trouble.
Michael may have been infected with bad luck by the African chiefs. Before, he drove a motorcycle and helped Kincaid deal with many mercenaries. In the end, he was knocked off the motorcycle by a group of mercenaries and was taken away after being knocked unconscious.
Luke tracked the bug on Michael, turned the car around, and followed him.
More than twenty minutes later, outside an old small building on the outskirts of the city, Luke stood behind a big tree and looked at the mercenary den in front of him.
He looked at the phone screen again, and there was a green dot on it approaching here quickly.
The green dot is Kincaid!
This old guy is not simple either. After escaping the pursuit, he quickly joined the mercenaries who came back.
Michael in the den is about to receive electric shock treatment, and Kincaid, the black bald man, is also going to rush to grab points.
He can't wait any longer.
In the headset, Michael is chattering: "You know what? You have to make me trust you and establish contact, so that I can tell you the informationah~" (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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