Luke listened to the song quietly.

Surprisingly, the old guy sang well.

He sang it with a smile, but how much blood and tears there was in it can only be experienced personally.

It's a pity to be a killer this old guy! I should be a stand-up comedian, or a singer or something! Luke said in his heart.

The vehicle drove west in the darkness of night to the seaside ferry.

There was silence on the country road at night, and Kincaid, tired of singing, fell asleep.

No matter how strong this old guy is, he can't withstand the exhaustion caused by blood loss.

Luke sat quietly in the back seat, suddenly moved, moved his body slightly, and looked at the back of the car from the rearview mirror.

"We're in company." He said.

Michael looked down the side mirror: "How do you know?" ”

Luke: "Don't accelerate suddenly, slow down a little bit, it's not a car chase movie." ”

Michael: "Are you sure?" ”

Luke pulled out the gun under his armpit: "It's just an SUV, up to five people, there's no police here." ”

Michael only hesitated slightly, but did as he was told.

Luke doesn't see much of his shot, but it's clean and no worse than him.

It is naturally best to solve your worries and move on.

Michael paid attention to the car chasing behind him, and asked in a low voice, "Not called Kincaid?" ”

Kincaid would have been able to deal with his opponent, but he was afraid that the black bald head with his head back and sleeping would be killed in the firefight.

Luke: "It's okay, aren't you happy when he's dead?" lest he always teach you the thirty-six strategies of love. ”

Michael: "......"

He felt that it was still acceptable to endure the heart-piercing words of a certain black bald head compared to taking back the 3A-level evaluation.

Luke quietly lowered the window and lowered his body slightly, just looking at the car behind him in his rearview mirror.

Under his reminder, Michael's slow reduction in speed did not arouse the other party's alarm.

The bandits weren't stupid either, they were just moving faster than Michael's, behaving like a normal nighttime car.

Luke could only laugh and say nothing.

He had seen the car during the evacuation of the safe house, and the person on it had the obvious mercenary temperament, and it happened to have chosen the same route in the middle of the night.

Luke opened his mouth and reminded softly: "You come to count down, and when the countdown is completed, you will brake suddenly." ”

Michael understood in seconds, and his mouth had already begun to count: "Fifteen, fourteen......"

Luke:...... Peat, won't you start counting down from five? Even if it's ten.

Of course, he understood that Michael's countdown was actually the time when the two vehicles were close together.

"Eight, Seven......"

Luke had reconfirmed the license plate of the car, which was the one outside the safe house.

"Three, two......"

Luke's feet pressed against the driver's backrest, and his body rose a little.

"One!"

Crunch!

With a sharp brake sound, the Mercedes-Benz slowed down sharply, but it remained stable, without skidding or rollover.

Michael's driving skills are also not low, and he knows how to create the best shooting conditions for Luke, and the brakes are sharp but not abrupt.

Luke got up by inertia, and without moving his gun, Glock pulled the trigger on the black SUV that swiped out the window.

In the co-pilot and rear seat of the SUV on the right, the three big men with guns didn't have time to react, and a series of bullets hit from front to back, and everyone was shot more than twice in the head and half of their bodies.

Luke snorted, "There's something wrong with that driver." ”

In the shot just now, he didn't let go of the driver's target, but the driver's body instantly slipped and missed a shot.

Michael brought the car to a smooth stop: "How did they track us?" I deliberately chose the road to the west, just because I didn't want to be blocked by them in the tunnel to the east. ”

Kincaid's lazy non-chieftain voice sounded: "Surveillance, there was surveillance when you stole the car." ”

Michael shook his head: "No way, I drove and walked a little further east, and then went back to the west." ”

Luke: "You two, it's time to witness a miracle, can you respect this Mr. Driver a little bit?" ”

The two chatterers in front also noticed that not far from the side of the road, the driver of the black SUV got out and was staggering over.

Kincaid: "I don't have a gun, please." ”

Michael: "I'm a security officer, not a killer. ”

Luke pouted: "This Mr. Driver is not a human either!" ”

As he spoke, the Glock in his hand snapped and fired continuously.

The driver on the opposite side suddenly accelerated, and he could barely see his movements in the darkness.

“WTH！？” The two chatters cried out almost in unison.

The driver's movement is about to pull out the afterimage, which is definitely not the speed that a normal person can have.

Luke, however, unhurriedly replaced Glock with a new magazine.

The approaching driver, who was flashing left and right, suddenly stopped, and while touching his body with both hands, he jumped again and again, and screamed miserably: "Ahhhhh Why do you hit me every time? ”

The chatter duo also noticed that there were seven or eight bullet holes in the upper body of the guy, and he was bleeding non-stop.

The strange thing is that after so many bullets in the chest and abdomen, and the wound is still gurgling and bleeding, this driver can still be full of breath, jumping and screaming in pain.

Thinking of what Luke said, Michael raised his gun.

Bang Bang Bang!

He emptied the magazine, not in a hurry to see his results, but turned his head to look at his head: "WTF?!" ”

Kincaid was holding a gun in his hand, leaning against his head.

But Michael got in the way of his shot.

Kincaid slapped him in the face: "Don't get in my way!" You didn't even hit him with your bad marksmanship! ”

Bang Bang Bang!

Kincaid's magazine was quickly emptied.

Michael sat up, already sarcastic: "Wow, it looks like your marksmanship sucks." ”

Kincaid: "...... I hit him three times, you only hit him twice. I hit him in the chest and abdomen three times, and you hit him in the arm the other time. I said you have a problem with bad marksmanship? ”

Luke was speechless, too lazy to take care of the two guys, pushed the door and got out of the car.

At this moment, the unlucky driver with more than ten bullet holes on his body was full of disbelief: "Impossible, why can you all hit me?" ”

Luke didn't answer, but he smiled in his heart.

Even if they don't count themselves, Kincaid and Michael are also the most effective guys among ordinary humans, and their firearms use level is far beyond ordinary people.

This driver relied on his speed to dodge all the bullets, which was too underestimated.

His speed is not yet to the point where he can dodge bullets, and he lacks the skill of gun fighting, so it is normal to be shot.

With a flick of his right hand, a telescopic flick was shaken off and he walked towards the bullet-riddled driver.

The driver bared his teeth, hissed, and pounced.

The chattering duo also pushed the door and got out of the car, and Michael hurriedly spoke: "Wow, wow, I think, why don't you sit down and talk first?" ”