Selena suddenly reminded: "Three kilometers ahead, I found a convoy, a total of five pickup trucks, with more than thirty people. ”

Luke hummed and moved on.

Selena: "Dito and the team met. He didn't stop and continued to run away, when the convoy stopped Martin and them. Martin they were stopped and they exchanged fire. ”

Luke listened to the dense gunshots coming from the window and said casually, "Are Martin and Roger okay?" ”

Selena: "I guess it's a bit bad, they shoot too often. ”

Luke's mind turned, and he probably understood.

The two chased after each other too quickly, and did not replenish much weapons and ammunition, and the ammunition prepared by Martin before should have been almost consumed in the battle of the manor.

The squad of bodyguards who chased Dito did not use much ammunition.

But Dito's reinforcements reappeared, and the number was still too much for a headache, and Martin was a little on the wax.

Luke thought as he turned off the headlights: "Tune in a drone, detect the road ahead for me, and I'm going to get around from the side." ”

Selena quickly operated for a moment, and stretched the tablet in front of him: "The safe route is probably like this. ”

Luke's gaze shifted slightly, looking at the route marked by the red line on the tablet in front of him, and quickly calculated in his heart, and said, "I'll go around from Martin and them later, and you throw the bag of weapons and ammunition in the back seat to them." ”

Selena retracted the tablet and leaned into the back seat to pull the bag.

This is a batch of weapons that Luke has just captured casually, and he has brought it with him without using it.

He has storage space anyway, and he never has too much ammo.

Selena dragged her backpack over, lowered the back of her chair again, and half-reclined the backpack on her lap.

At this time, the passenger window is also fully open.

Luke's mouth has begun to count: "Three...... Two...... One! ”

Selena's movements followed his command exactly, holding up the bag at three o'clock, lifting it to the window at the other, and throwing it out at one o'clock.

Martin and Roger, on the other hand, were so frightened that their vests were sweating.

Martin was aware of it when Luke drove up, but the magazine in his hand had just been empty.

Roger was hiding behind a rock seven or eight meters away, he only had a few bullets left, and he didn't dare to shoot indiscriminately.

This is not a TV series, and hitting a speeding car with a pistol in the dark will have a terrible low hit rate.

The next moment, the Ford pickup truck with no lights on passed by five meters from Roger's side, and a black thing was thrown out of the co-pilot, which just fell two meters away from Roger's side.

The two of them stood on end for a moment, and they were suddenly stunned.

That's not right.

The thing thrown out is so big, it's outrageous if it's an X-bomb, and it's only a neuropathy that uses such a big X-bomb.

The Ford pickup truck didn't stop for the slightest, and after throwing the package, it pulled out an arc and inserted itself into the side of the defense line of Dito's bodyguard convoy not far away.

Martin and Roger immediately understood that the Ford pickup was not Dito's man, otherwise it would have been the best choice to park behind and flank them with the convoy in front of them.

Sure enough, the Ford pickup truck that got off the road swayed through the field, accelerated sharply and slammed into a small dirt slope before leaping.

Luke was holding a picked up Glock in his left hand as the pickup flew up, and the muzzle of the gun poked out of the window.

Bang bang!

A series of gunshots rang out, and five people in the bodyguard convoy suddenly fell to the ground screaming.

The pickup hits the ground, and Luke flicks his wrist to the back of the car, and the arc fire starts.

Syllable! Syllable!

Two more bodyguards fell.

Throwing away Glock in his hand, Luke withdrew his hand and returned to the window, galloping away.

Martin on the other side was dumbfounded: "Holyshxt! What kind of marksmanship is this? ”

The pickup truck took off to the ground in less than two seconds.

In this short moment, in the darkness of the night, the driver of the pickup truck fired eight shots in a row, hitting seven bodyguards scattered throughout the convoy.

Playing games has never cheated like this!

Without mentioning anything else, let's just say that Roger fired seventy or eighty rounds tonight, and hit less than five enemies.

As far as Roger's shooting rate is concerned, it is already a good level among the Los Angeles police.

What is the overall level of marksmanship in the American police? According to a certain information, in the shootout with the suspect, the first hit rate of the pistol within 10 meters of the American police was about 30%.

Therefore, there has always been a call in the police system to ask the police to practice more directional shooting at close range in the future, reduce aiming and shooting, anyway, aiming is only 30% of the hit rate, and there is not much difference from not aiming.

And just now, the driver on the pickup truck was on the flying car, and he fired seven shots in two seconds, and this marksmanship Martin saw it for the first time.

Roger over there was much more straightforward.

He was an older man and his eyesight was not as good.

After the bodyguard on the opposite side was shot dead by the driver of the speeding car, he dragged back the large package that had been thrown from the car.

When he touched his hand, he was overjoyed, and when he opened the zipper, he couldn't help but laugh.

Martin replied: "What are you doing?" As he spoke, he raised his hand and caught a flying AK, and with his other hand caught the two magazines that were thrown in turn.

Roger: "The bags they threw down were full of weapons and ammunition, a lot. With that, he picked up the AK in his hand, pulled the handle of the machine, and loaded it with a click.

"Sapraus! Maja Fak! He couldn't help but burst out of his mouth with a very racially talented foul mouth, and the AK in his hand slammed into a wild sweep.

Martin was dumbfounded, and a black line appeared on his forehead: "Roger, how long has it been since you used an AK?" ”

Roger crouched down in embarrassment, dodging a bullet flying from the opposite side: "Haha, that's it...... Well, I'm a police detective and never use AK. ”

When he said this, he was a little weak-hearted.

In fact, he hadn't even touched the M4A1 in the car for a long time.

As he said, he was a police detective, not a SWAT, and the low-charge rifle was not his main weapon.

If he uses the micro-charge rifle well, why would he need the SAT (SWAT)!

Martin rolled his eyes, and suddenly raised his gun.

Bang bang! Bang bang!

Two bodyguards who were firing at Roger screamed and fell.

Martin: "So, don't pull the trigger and not let go, okay?" Your level of pressure gun is not enough. ”

Roger's face darkened, speechless.

In front of the two, Luke's pickup truck had recoiled on the road and continued to sped forward.

Selena: "Two kilometers ahead, there are buildings and lights. There are also large areas of crops around, probably the one in Dito's plantation. ”

Luke squinted and looked ahead outside the windshield.

His keen eyesight could also faintly see a little light.

Selena kept talking: "They have a defensive line around the building, which is more formal. There are watchtowers and ...... Uh, machine gun turrets? ”

Luke laughed out loud: "So professional? ”

Selena carefully looked at the picture on the tablet, and nodded after a moment: "It's really a machine gun tower, and it's two, both on a small tower in the center of the building, which can cover the entire complex." ”