With the weapon in hand, Luke was relieved before continuing his movements and began to take off the man's tactical vest and holster.

These little things are inconspicuous, but when it comes to real sports warfare, the difference between convenience with them and without them is obvious.

His movements are gentle, but fast.

Then the people in front of him and the body of the car were covered, and no one looked up at the body of the farthest car, even the driver in the driver's seat was craned his neck to look ahead.

In a minute, Luke was completely plundered by the equipment, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: Now, it is difficult to say who is the hunter and who is the prey!

Stay out of the car and walk over to look at the driver in front of you.

The man subconsciously turned his head and said, "George, you ......"

Luke rounded his arm like a big ear scraper, punched him in the face, and knocked him back into the driver's seat.

Without the slightest pause, he moved sideways and walked to the second car.

The driver was more engaged than the previous one, and had already opened the door and stood on the pedal to look into the circle.

The next moment, his neck was choked by one hand, and the whole person was lifted, followed by a heavy blow to the back of the head, and he was also stuffed into the driver's seat.

In front of them were two other cars and seven people gathered there.

Luke leaned over unhurriedly, the Beretta 92FS in his hand had already been raised, and if any of these people turned their heads and found him, then he would have to bloodied these people.

But he can't kill all the people in one go this time, he wants to leave some people as witnesses.

The more witnesses there are, the more impossible it is to cover up the case.

Of course, he'll only keep the minions who are in charge of the work, like the innkeeper Gas.

The real high status is the group of people waiting for the prey to be delivered in this playground, and they will not catch people in the inn.

These people should be richer, have the same higher status in society, and have more connections, and he won't let any of these guys survive.

The relationship that the dead can mobilize is completely different from that of the living.

As for the revenge of the relatives of these guys? If he lets these people go, they won't take revenge on him?

Approaching the back of the crowd, Luke inserted the gun back into his armpit holster and grabbed their heads with both hands.

With a muffled thud, the two men fell limply, leaving only the last five.

Luke's movements suddenly accelerated, and he exploded with all his might, his feet moving in small but fast speed, and two fists stabbed out like lightning.

Although the effect of the anesthetic still lingered in his body, making his strength response only half the usual level, it was still easy to sneak up on these barely standing and defenseless people.

Bang bang!

All five of them were knocked to the ground in an instant.

Luke's gaze quickly scanned over these people, and he quickly determined the status of these people.

Dressed in firearms and equipment, he was obviously superior to others, and he directly made up a heavy punch to the back of the head, causing these people to bleed and die on the spot.

The reason why he didn't use a gun to kill this group of people was so as not to alarm the gamers on the other side of the lake.

And not twist the necks of these people, so that when the case is investigated, he will not be questioned for abusing and killing incapable criminals.

After investigating it in this way, he said that he was afraid that the other party would fight back, and his fists were a little heavier, and no one could find fault with him.

No one can still hold back their fists in the face of more than a dozen gun-wielding kidnappers.

He collected the weapons from these people, left a generic M1911, and by the way, brought the quick-draw holster on the leg of the owner of the gun to wear it himself, and put all the universal magazines of the two pistols into the tactical vest.

On the other leg was a scabbard with a nice dogleg knife stuck inside.

Look at the guy whose hands were pierced through the dock with iron nails, and look at him with horrified eyes.

A cold smile appeared on Luke's face: "As a bait, you are qualified." So, you can go and die.

As he spoke, he went up with a big foot and kicked the guy in the head two hundred and seventy degrees.

After doing all this, Luke checked the four cars and found no cell phones except for walkie-talkies.

These people are all connected by walkie-talkies, which is troublesome.

Running away by car?

He was completely unfamiliar with the terrain here, and the car was destroyed by some traps made by the other party on the road, and it was even more troublesome to sweep it around.

Now the battle is so easy because he is alone, he can fight, run, jump into the lake, and advance and retreat freely.

When you drive away, you have to take Selena, who is still weakened by anesthetics, and she is a live target.

A cold light flashed in his eyes: Then kill all these guys!

He's wasted three hundred points tonight, and he's almost dead, and he can't swallow this breath.

Well, well, in fact, it's not a waste of points to buy abilities, but he thinks that these guys are wasting their points.

With a night vision device around his neck, he got into one of the thickest off-road pickups, started the car, and drove around the lakeshore to the opposite side.

There was a faint gunshot or two over there, and it was clear that Bob's family was not doing well.

Luke was driving the car, and a car came across from him.

Seeing Luke's car coming, the car slowed down, and the man on the body waved, "Hey, what's going on over there?" ”

Luke held the steering wheel with his left hand and pulled the M1911 out of his quick-draw holster with his right hand.

Loosen the accelerator and apply the brakes while the steering wheel is handed over to the right hand, the gun is handed to the left hand, and the left hand is lifted from the open window.

Syllable!

He was almost face-to-side with the driver of the opposite vehicle, without even having to double-click.

After a shot exploded the driver's head, the two cars just moved a little further towards each other, and the muzzle of the gun in Luke's hand was only slightly raised in the surprised eyes of the man on the road.

Syllable!

Another headshot.

He let go of the lightly applied brakes, re-stepped on the accelerator, and picked up the speed.

Behind him, there was only one off-road vehicle that had stopped in place and was silent.

Putting the gun back in its holster, Luke's mind was at peace.

In my last life, there was a saying in China that he was very much in favor of every time he killed someone, there must be calm.

Killing people is a work that requires concentration and cannot be done half-heartedly.

Well, the original version of that sentence is that there is calm in every big event.

But for Luke now, killing the group of players on the opposite side is a big deal.

Driving closer to the lake, Luke meets the first group of people who are addicted to the game.

Two cars, four gamers in front of him is the teenager Bobby.

At this moment, Bobby had several arrows pierced into his body, but none of them were in the vital parts.

He screamed and struggled to escape.

This group of gamers is vicious, and they shoot in areas that don't kill quickly, such as the arms and abdomen.