The most common home for wandering gypsies is a vehicle.

Those who have money use RVs, and those who don't have money pull their own cars, which is diverse enough to make people amazing.

Jordani rushes into a mass of vehicles, targeting a large, heavy-looking modified van.

Inside the car is the bedroom, there is nothing to obstruct, and a young couple is in the business of reproducing.

Seeing Jordani rushing in, the little couple suddenly let out a scream.

Jordani quickly rushed to the driver's seat, aimed a gun, and said with an apology, "It's a bit abrupt, but I think you two will give me the key, right?" ”

The little couple was pointed at the muzzle of the gun, and immediately stopped screaming, and did not dare to speak, and pointed sharply in the direction of the visor.

Jordani casually opened the visor, and a bunch of keys fell off.

It was only at this time that Jordani glanced at the figure rushing in the distance, and then turned his head and said, "I can give you about fourteen seconds, whether to get dressed or take valuables, you can choose for yourself!" ”

The little couple had probably never seen such a polite robber, the man hesitated for a moment, and said, "Can you choose both?" ”

Jordani was speechless and said, "There are ten seconds left." ”

After finishing speaking, Jordani started the car directly, and casually shot a series of points at the figure rushing in front of him, and three or four people fell on the road on the spot.

The little couple was a shameless person who asked for money, one took the cash, the other took the jewelry box, and jumped out of the car.

Jordani didn't have time to comment on the choice of the little couple, looked at the figures approaching from all directions, and stepped on the accelerator directly.

Modified vans, heavy enough, strong enough

With a roar like the roar of a beast, Jordani drove through a passageway, firing with a gun in one hand and steering wheel in the other, and rampage through the Roma camp.

A large number of bullets slid like a torrential rain, and the top of the frantic carriage was instantly smashed into a sieve.

Bang!

A bullet splattered, almost grazing Jordan's head, and landed on the saddle.

Without thinking about it, Jordan's arc ballistics activated, and a bullet swirled and killed a young killer who was hiding behind cover and secretly aiming.

It's easy to pull the trigger, but it's hard for an ordinary person with no rigorous training to hit an object moving at high speed.

Even in the army, out of a hundred people, it may not be able to train a sharpshooter.

The conditions in the Roma battalion were difficult before, and only those who were elite enough in the course of death training had the opportunity to conduct a lot of shooting training.

The rest, even if it is not a faith shot, does not have much need for deliberate precautions at all.

In the process of rampage, Jordani only needs to guard against and kill those elite killers hiding in the crowd, which is enough to ensure a considerable degree of safety.

The whole Roma camp quickly became chaotic.

Jordani's combat skills are full marks, but his driving skills are more touching, and it's okay to drive around the streets in normal times, but he can do fierce firefights and dodges, and he can't do anything.

Fortunately, the modified box truck was extremely sturdy, and one after another gathering points were knocked apart, and the car under Jordani's seat still did not stop.

No matter what Nasever's intentions were, Jordan had no intention of going back empty-handed since he had already entered the Roma camp.

With a single shot, he killed a killer who was pickpocketing the car halfway, and looked at the death training camp that was already close at hand.

Jordani barely hesitated, stepped on the accelerator directly to the bottom, and slammed into it like a terrified buffalo on the prairie.

The gate guarded by many people was slammed open, and the vehicle came to a halt on a large stone pillar.

Soon, more than seven or eight people gathered around, all of them holding typical AK47s, and in a close-range manner, they kept shooting in the direction of the driver's seat of the vehicle.

The strafing lasted for tens of seconds, and the driver's seat of the vehicle was almost smashed into a hornet's nest.

Just as the gunfire died down, Jordani slid out from under the car, got up and got up with a spin kick, shooting, triple shot, stepping shot, instant kick, and moving shot.

Jordani's goal is to catch people, not to fight the killers that death camp is getting bigger and bigger.

The Glock 17 pistol has a ferocious rate of fire, almost comparable to Wei Chong, and Jordani's shooting skills are even more amazing.

A large number of bullets were slanting out, and the magazine on Jordani's waist was frantically emptied by Jordani in less than ten minutes.

By this time, Jordani had come to the outskirts of a gathering place that looked extremely exquisite.

This is where the most elite killers and the Supreme Council are located in the entire Roma battalion.

Throwing out the two Glock Type 17 pistols in his hand, he smashed the two figures who had come out of the shadows, and Jordani pulled out two Tokarev from his back with his backhand, and the violent gunfire directly shattered the heads of the two.

The Caucus was much more lax than Jordani had imagined.

Listening carefully, Jordani found that on the opposite side of the gathering place, there were continuous gunshots, like pouring rain, and it seemed that there was a group of people who were also attacking the Roma camp, and the battle there was much more ferocious than Jordan's here.

Just as Jordani was running around in doubt, a group of people suddenly came in a panic in the direction of Jordan around a corner in the distance.

It's different from the enemies that rushed to kill before.

This group of people, more like a group of professional bodyguards, or outlaws, escorted a bearded white man in the middle, as if they wanted to retreat somewhere.

Ulysses Crowe!

After seeing the figure fleeing in a panic, Jordani was a little confused.

What's going on, I'm afraid I won't find it, so I came over to give it away!

In fact, Jordani didn't have to think too much, after that group of people ran over, they saw Jordani and didn't think about it, so they shot a wave of gunfire at Jordani.

Jordani rolled over and hid behind a car, not rushing to fight back, but quietly analyzing the gunshots.

Seven seconds later, there was a moment of pause in the gunfire on the other side, and Jordani dodged out, firing fourteen rounds in no more than two moments.

The outlaws who were guarding Ulysses Crowe fell to the ground in an instant.

Jordan casually threw away the two Tokarev that had run out of bullets, took off the M1911 on his chest, and beckoned to Ulysses Crowe from a distance of more than ten meters.

Bang!

In response to Jordan, it was a sudden shot from Ulysses in the face full of hideousness, and then, Ulysses didn't care whether he hit it or not, and ran away.

Bang bang!

A shot shot down the incoming bullet, and a shot hit the ground in front of Ulysses, picking up a trail of dirt.

Bang!

Another shot knocked out the gun in Ulysses' hand.

Bang!

Another shot broke the index finger that Ulysses used to pull the trigger.

“F.. k, this is one of my last five fingers, Fark mom messed with ......"

In a series of roars, Ulysses clenched his fists and cursed at Jordan with all his might.

Jordani didn't care about the other party's scolding, but just waved at the other party again.

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