The robbers were caught off guard by the sudden attack from both sides.

Of the two below, the man at the head was in a erratic position, with accurate and coquettish marksmanship, and almost one or two shots would bring down a bandit.

The policewoman's marksmanship is not so exaggerated, but she is still competent as a cover for the fire of the first person.

And a certain black gun professional who hides on the roof of the building and condescendingly steals people's heads is too much.

He emptied Glock's first magazine in three seconds, and seventeen bullets blew up the heads of seven bandits, as well as the chests and abdomen of eight of them.

Then, after the last round of the first magazine was fired, he pressed the release button, and the magazine that had been prepared in his left hand was inserted instantly, and the reset button was pressed, and the sleeve was reset.

A barrage of gunfire rang out again.

The bandits downstairs are not rookies, but experienced mercenaries.

After a number of their companions fell in succession, they also noticed that a gunshot was fired in the wrong place, and several people raised their guns and swept upstairs.

Luke was calm.

The approximate location of these bandits was locked by him in advance, and now half of them are dead, and the rest of the people who are more threatening are given priority.

It's a game that is a little bit faster than anyone.

As long as Luke moves a little faster than each of the bandits' muzzles to his own position, he can take the lead in every shot.

And once he takes the lead, this kind of shooting within 20 meters, it is difficult for him to lose.

As the six bandits swept upwards with their guns raised, Luke delivered two bullets each at the speed of each person's muzzle movement.

As soon as the six bandits fell, the gunfire on the street immediately became quieter, and the two people who broke through the prisoner car below also rushed into the side alley.

However, perhaps because the man at the head was overstepping, one of the bandits that Luke knocked down did not release the trigger when he fell to the ground, and somehow created a stray bullet.

Half of this man went into the alley, but he was shot in the last half of his calf, let out a miserable scream, scolded "Ma Ya Fake", and rolled into the alley.

Luke looked speechless from the top of the building: What bad luck is this! Can you get a shot in half a leg? It's good not the knees.

But this person is not an ordinary person, he dragged his injured leg to stand up, swept his backhand to the outside, knocked over the two approaching bandits, and his limping posture was still extremely angry, and he slipped away decisively.

The policewoman also retreated into the alley and ran after him.

Luke did not stop in his hand, emptied the magazine in one go, knocked over the four bandits who wanted to lean towards the entrance of the alley, and followed the man as soon as the pistol was collected.

He likes to leave no name for doing good deeds, and let the British police uncles take the credit for themselves.

After going around the alley several times and walking for almost a kilometer, he stood under a hollow apartment building, easily jumped up on the wall, grabbed the fire staircase on the second floor, and climbed to the fifth floor.

Stepping over two window edges less than ten centimeters, Luke grabbed the edge of the third window and poked his head out.

Someone inside was saying impatiently: "Don't care about the damn phone, Duchovic knows our line, it can only be that you Interpol have a mole." Now I need someone to heal my injuries and you need help. Remember, you have to be an outsider. ”

Luke listened outside the window for a moment, laughing and knocking on the window.

The guns of the two men in the room were immediately pointed at them.

Seeing a big smiling face and a waving hand outside the window, both of them were full of surprise.

The policewoman was a little at a loss.

Shooting was easy to attract the police, and the other party did not attack first, she subconsciously glanced at the person next to her.

The other man held his gun, his brow furrowed, and stared at the face for a moment before he spoke: "Honduras? ”

Luke's smiling face outside the window was even brighter: "Is your future wife okay?" ”

As soon as this question came out, the corners of the man's mouth twitched, but he lowered the muzzle of the gun: "Let him in, he is not Duchovic's man." ”

The policewoman was surprised: "Are you serious?" Do you know how many killers and mercenaries Dukhovich has found to kill you? ”

And this guy hanging around the thief outside the window looks like a killer! She muttered in her heart, but under the gaze of the two inside and outside the window, she still struggled to open the window.

As soon as she opened the window buckle, she immediately retreated, away from the window, and although the gun in her hand was not raised, she maintained a posture ready to attack at any time.

Luke pulled open the window himself anyway and got in.

He first nodded to the vigilant policewoman: "Hello, beautiful lady, what do you call it?" ”

Policewoman: "Shouldn't you have said it first?" ”

Luke shrugged, "Just call me Coolbirds." ”

Policewoman: "Russell! ”

Then his gaze turned to the man sitting on the couch, "Long time no see, you're not having a good day, Kincaid." ”

At this moment, the person on the sofa had taken off his black hat, revealing a large black bald head, and the tattoo of a dead tree crow on it was still there.

Hearing Luke's name, he pursed his lips and reaffirmed that he had not been mistaken.

The Scoot was the name of the bar he had had known when he met his wife, Sonia, and it was in Honduras.

On the day he met his wife, Sonya, there was a young man sitting next to him, and the two teamed up to beat up the gang in the bar.

Although he didn't know the details of this young man, and now this young man's face was not right, Kincaid knew his state.

Now that he is working with this young man, there must be losses and losses.

Luke tugged at a chair and a stool next to him, and gestured.

Kincaid consciously put his right leg on which he had been shot.

Luke took something from the backpack behind his back and sighed: "Walking is too angry, and it really doesn't end well." If you're willing to pout your ass and crawl a few steps on the ground, you won't get shot, right? ”

Kincaid's mind was racing, and he suddenly understood: "Just now...... It's you? ”

As soon as he said this, Russell, a policewoman a few meters away, was so frightened that she immediately pointed the gun in her hand at Luke.

Hearing this, she thought that Luke was the one who gave Kincaid a shot.

Luke didn't even look at her, unhurriedly put on rubber gloves, and smiled and cut one of Kincaid's trouser legs with scissors: "A word of caution, don't talk nonsense if you don't have evidence." ”

Kincaid understood.

No wonder when he rushed out of the prisoner van before, someone attacked the bandits at the same time, and the marksmanship was extremely sharp.

He was in a hurry to break through and run, and he didn't have time to stand in the middle of the road and look up to observe.

But the experienced man was still amazed by the marksmanship of the man on the roof.

There is no such thing as a false gun, which is really not as simple as in the movie.

In actual combat, the shooter's own state needs to be controlled, and the opponent is not a fixed target, and the hit rate can be 20-30%.

Now that Luke appeared, and thought of the scene just now where the bandits fell like wheat, there was something Kincaid didn't understand.