Chapter 550 Looking for you? They're in this group! (1 more)
Looking at the posture of this group of gang members, the customers in the store did not need to be urged by anyone, they were very conscious, and they all hid in silence to all corners.
Kincaid looked at these people: "Looking for you? β
Luke: "Why didn't I look for you?" β
Kincaid shrugged: "I don't seem to mess with anyone here." β
Luke scoffed at this argument and raised his hand to draw two circles on his face: "Don't forget that one, your face has been trampled into a tomato pizza, not what you provoked?" β
Kincaid nodded helplessly: "Okay, but you pierced the legs of three unlucky guys, and then you and your girlfriend killed the six people they went to seek revenge, that's more than me, right?" β
Luke: "But that doesn't prove that these people are coming at me, right?" β
"That's him, the white boy! It was he who killed Ferrenor them. Someone in the group on the other side shouted.
The muzzles of a bunch of people were pointed at Luke.
Kincaid burst out laughing, his body already moving to the side: "It seems that it's your business." β
What could Luke say, he could only make an international gesture to Kincaid.
"That black bald head is also in the same group, and he just stomped on Samus's face." Or the one who called out again.
Immediately, half of the muzzle of the gun was split and aimed at Kincaid.
Luke: "It seems that it's your business, too. One and a half? β
Kincaid: "Okay, I'll get it done sooner, I'm going to talk to my wife." β
It's your "future" wife. Luke insisted on that.
While the two were taunting each other, a bunch of bandits at the door were already impatient: "Kill them." β
Bang bang!
In the moment before the bandits fired, Luke rolled over, hid behind the coffee table seat next to him, bent over and scurried to a corner, and gave the other side a thumbs up: "Come on, Kincaid, I'm optimistic about you." β
"Haha, it's beautiful! One person and a half! Kincaid moved almost at the same time as Luke, and one rolled over and hid behind the bar, pouting disdainfully.
Luke shrugged: "Okay, deal." β
The flying bullets smashed the wine cabinet and bar to shreds, and all kinds of liquor and items flew around.
At the same time, the corners of Luke's side were also beaten to the point of smoke and dust, and the wall skin was splashed everywhere.
As the two of them acted separately, the bandits also subconsciously approached.
The guns in their hands were still firing wildly, and for a while, the sound of gunfire in the entire space was deafening.
Luke had already tucked two headsets into his ears, the electronically picked up headsets blocking out the loud noise.
However, for a while, the bandits were shooting while frowning, and their ears hurt a little.
He looked at the bar and gave a sigh of praise.
Kincaid's old and cunning.
After jumping into the bar just now, I slipped through the small door behind the bar, and now I am watching a play in a corner away from the bar.
Luke raised a hand from behind the corner and gestured to him with two gestures, meaning "Three, two, one, shoot together." β
Kincaid made an OK gesture.
With Luke's countdown gesture, the gunfire of the bandits suddenly subsided.
These guys are super amateurish, and they can't even guarantee the continuity of firepower, and more than half of the dozen or so people have empty magazines with their front and rear feet, and are in the gap between changing magazines.
Luke's countdown gesture also happens to be done.
Luke and Kincaid poked out their guns almost simultaneously.
Bang bang bang!
Where Kincaid and Luke were standing, there was just a crossfire, and the bandits at the intersection instantly threw more than half of the streets.
Luke didn't even bother to aim.
He didn't have to show too much precision in front of Kincaid, because he didn't need to.
This group of idiot bandits thought that they were outnumbered, and from entering the door to firing at the door, to approaching with all the bullets, they did not disperse in formation.
In this small space, the dozen or so people were completely a huge and incomparably large living target.
Kincaid and Luke emptied the magazines of their pistols in an instant, and only three of the more than a dozen bandits were lucky not to be shot, and they hid to the side in fear.
Kincaid over there made a "you continue" gesture to Luke as he changed the magazine.
Luke shrugged, reloading the magazine for half a second faster than the black bald head, and ejected the muzzle again.
Bang bang bang!
The two bandits who had not dodged fell to the ground screaming, one shot in the sole of the foot and the other in the arm.
Syllable! Syllable!
With two shots in his hand, Luke changed the magazine again.
Kincaid clapped silently.
Luke raised his hand and made a "please" gesture.
Kincaid laughed, not bothering his head, just poking his twisted wrist out of the muzzle.
Bang Bang Bang!
The last bandit was shot twice in the upper body and fell to the ground.
Luke slapped his palms twice silently.
Kincaid's three shots were not fired randomly, but looked at a mirror reflection at the bar counter, which was targeted.
This is not something that the average shooter can do.
At this point, Luke changed his magazine again and stepped out.
Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!
The bandits who were still screaming on the ground were shot in the chest one by one.
Then, without looking back, he shot back twice.
Smack!
The last two bullets were not wasted, and the bartender next to the bar who was holding a rifle and wanted to sneak up on him was shot in the thigh first, and when he lowered his head and screamed, he was shot in the head again.
The bandits came prepared, and of course it was the bartender who reported the news.
Luke also knew that this bar was the territory of the gang, and the bartender, of course, was their man.
No, he won't come back.
Syllable!
Kincaid stepped out of the side and raised his hand to Luke...... Behind him was a shot.
A guy hiding in the crowd with a gun peeking at Luke's head blossoms.
Kincaid laughed, "You owe me my life." β
Luke pursed his lips and suddenly picked up the m1911 with no bullets in his hand and smashed it out.
The gun spun and slammed on the door of one of the gun-wielding bandits on the other side, who was aiming at Kincaid.
He shrugged: "Flattened." β
The latter two were also with the bandits, but they were just shadows sitting among the guests, and they didn't come out at the first time.
Now these two guys who want to secretly shoot black guns are rushing into the streets, and there is no one with a gun among the guests hiding in the corners of the place.
Luke walked over, picked up the pistol from the hand of one of the bandits with a tiptoe, and stepped back to the bar.
Kincaid was rummaging through the bar at the moment, and after a moment, he let out a whoosh and pulled out a bottle of red wine.
Luke looked at the logo, completely unimpressed: "This wine is good?" β
Kincaid pouted: "Average, but at least genuine." The tequila that the bartender gave me just now is definitely an impostor, and it's terrible to drink. Compensate me with this bottle now, and I'll give it to Sonia later. β
Luke picked up his own can of juice on the bar, it was not easy for so many guns to sweep through just now, this can of juice was actually safe and sound.
He took a leisurely sip before asking, "Sonia?" That future wife of yours? β
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