Luke frowned, but pulled out his gun and lowered half of the window.

This is New Jersey, and there are a lot of dead people in the villa.

He wouldn't shoot if he didn't have to, lest the New Jersey police investigate him over and over again, but he also didn't want to see police officers on duty killed.

On the drone footage, the man stood up with some difficulty, walked and opened the door.

"Good evening, John." The patrol officer took the initiative to say hello.

"Good evening, Jimmy. Have a neighbor complaining about noise? The man, John, replied calmly.

On the drone screen, the pistol behind his back did not move.

The patrolman nodded slowly: "Yes, it's a bit noisy." Then, tilting his head slightly, he looked through the gap on the side of the man named John, and saw the corpse of a masked black suit lying on the ground.

John also turned his head to look.

Luke's gun was raised, but it was only placed in the half-open window, and it was not aimed.

If this John wants to kill his mouth, this should be the time.

The patrolman sighed, took off his hat and scratched his head: "You started working again?" ”

John's face was pale: "No, just sorted out a little thing." ”

Patrolman: "Wow, that's right." Well, so be it, goodnight John. With that, he put on his hat and turned to leave.

His pace hasn't changed much from before.

From the side of the car, Luke could see that the patrolman was not afraid of nervousness, but had an expression of "sure enough".

Apparently, the patrolman knew about John's background and was not surprised by the presence of dead men in his house.

Luke watched the patrolman get into the car and leave, retracted his pistol, and raised the window.

John at the door of the villa looked at the Ford consciously, but the windows were already closed, and he couldn't see Luke in the dark car.

He frowned and closed the door.

There may be a passerby in the car who hears the movement, but this person can't see what's going on inside the villa, so it doesn't matter.

Luke quickly operated for a moment in his hand, parked the drone in a corner of the basement, and turned it into a fixed surveillance, before helping the female painter in his arms and putting it back in the co-pilot: "Okay, I can't wait to go back to your bedroom for coffee." ”

Yelena snorted at him, but the expression on her face did not mean any objection, and she vividly interpreted the word duplicity.

The Ford starts, turns a corner, and drives another kilometer, not far from Paland College.

Bang bang!

Elena looked ahead to the right in surprise, but she couldn't see the situation in the distance, but she had already exhaled softly: "This is...... Gunshot? ”

Luke is a little sore: Wang Defa! Again? When did New Jersey become so bad?

But he immediately said, "...... Get down, lean on my side, and don't look up. ”

At the same time, he immediately turned off the headlights and slowed down to pull over.

The gunfire was too close.

And from the time Luke heard the gunshots to the few seconds he stopped now, the gunshots have sounded hundreds of times.

Luke had already made out that it was at least five rifles firing at the same time, was that crazy?

Although this is a suburb of North Bergen, is it really okay to make such a big move?

That John was at home just now, one against twelve, and he didn't make such a big move.

Could it be the army? Or...... Mercenaries? He thought to himself, and released the micro-drone for the second time tonight.

The drone skimmed over a small forest and saw ten people surrounded by a small two-story building, holding rifles in their hands, firing alternately and pressing towards the small building.

Luke looked at the posture of these people and sighed in his heart.

These ten people also wore black hoods and black clothes, but they were all wearing professional combat uniforms, and they were also wearing body armor, and even the plug boards were installed.

The weapons in their hands, Luke found at first glance that there were M4A1, AR-15, and the expensive HK416, and they were all self-modified and fine-tuned special weapons.

Compared to the twelve masked black suits who died in John's villa, a group of black combat uniforms here are real professionals, and they are obviously the number of the military.

No wonder the means are so simple and crude! Luke muttered to himself as he slipped into the bullet-ridden house with the drone on the ground.

Only three black fighters fell at the kitchen door in the house, apparently with the outside.

A head was inserted into the kitchen door panel and hung on it like that.

One head hangs down at a weird angle, and the neck bone is obviously broken.

The last one was stiff, and the syringe on his neck was empty.

Luke smashed it and smashed his mouth: "This thing is interesting." ”

When Elena heard this, she couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "You won't want to go over, will you?" It's too dangerous. ”

Luke rubbed her earlobe with his hand: "Hey, I'm the NYPD, and I'm not a New Jersey police officer, so I don't have law enforcement here." ”

Yelena breathed a sigh of relief: "So what do you do?" ”

Luke: "Don't worry, I've already texted the police." ”

Elena snorted, she heard a little awkward about what should be a standard answer, but she didn't say anything either.

Luke wasn't in a hurry.

Obviously, like the same John just now, the residents of this small building are not ordinary people.

There were already three black combat suits lying inside, indicating that this man was at least not unprepared.

With one hand, Luke gently kneaded the earlobe of the future female painter, and with the other he quickly steered the drone around the house, just like he did not so long ago.

The drone again found an open basement entrance.

He smashed it and smashed his mouth: "No! Basement again? ”

But the drone has been flying in without stopping.

After a moment, Luke had a strange expression.

On the screen, this basement has nothing in common with the basement of John's Villa just now, but now there is an eight-pound sledgehammer thrown on the ground, and then a piece of concrete floor that has been smashed open, and ...... A small open box under the ground.

Aside from the difference in the size of the chest, and the absence of weapons or gold coins left in it, the rest is almost a replica of the basement of John's Villa.

"What a coincidence." Luke muttered, "Could it be that every former bigwig has this kind of dark grid in his basement? And they always like to pick up a sledgehammer to get a weapon when the enemy comes? ”

Next, everything that happened in the small building was similar to what happened in John's villa, and the ten black combat uniforms that entered the small building were wiped out in less than five minutes.

The bald guy in pajamas and bare feet inside was extremely terrifying.

Although his strength and speed were not exaggerated, relying on the prediction of an almost unpredictable prophet, he moved silently and let ten black combat suits take the initiative to send the heads to his gun.

One shot, that P226 didn't even need to change the magazine, and killed ten black combat uniforms.

Then, the bald man, who was about fifty years old, picked up the small backpack he had packed and got up to go out.

After he went out, the small building, which had been swept away by a rifle, roared and stepped on a large piece of the eaves.

The bald guy doesn't look back, he gets in the car and leaves, looking like a "real man never looks back at the explosion".