Luke frowned, but still took out his gun and lowered half of the car window.
This is New Jersey, and a lot of people died in the villa.
He would not shoot unless necessary to avoid being investigated repeatedly by the New Jersey police, but he also did not want to see a police officer being silenced while performing his duties.
In the drone footage, the man stood up with some difficulty, walked over and opened the door.
"Good evening, John." The patrolman took the initiative to greet.
"Good evening, Jimmy. Are there any neighbors complaining about the noise?" The man named John responded calmly.
In the drone footage, the pistol on his back did not move.
The patrolman nodded slowly: "Yes, there was some noise." Then he tilted his head slightly and looked through the gap beside the man named John, and saw a masked body in a black suit lying on the ground.
John also turned his head to look.
Luke raised the gun in his hand, but just put it against the half-open car window without aiming.
If John wanted to silence someone, this would be the time.
The patrolman sighed, took off his hat and scratched his head: "Are you working again?"
John said calmly, "No, I just sorted out some things."
Patrolman: "Wow, is that so? Okay, that's it, good night John." He put on his hat and turned away.
His speed has not changed much from before.
From the car, Luke could see that the patrolman didn't show any fear or nervousness, but instead had an expression that said, "As expected."
Obviously, the patrolman knew John's background and was not surprised to see a dead person in his house.
Luke watched the patrolman get in the car and leave, then he put away his pistol and rolled up the window.
John, who was standing at the door of the villa, looked towards the Ford car with a sense of awareness, but the windows had already been closed, so he couldn't see Luke inside the dark car.
He frowned and closed the door.
There might be a passerby in the car who heard the noise, but since this person couldn't see what was happening inside the villa, it didn't matter.
Luke quickly operated the drone for a moment and parked it in a corner of the basement, turning it into a fixed surveillance camera. He then lifted up the limp female painter in his arms and put her back in the co-pilot seat: "Okay, I can't wait to go back to your dormitory for coffee."
Elena spat at him lightly, but her expression did not show any objection, which perfectly interpreted the term "saying one thing and thinking another".
The Ford started, turned a corner, and drove another kilometer, not far from Palande College.
Bang bang bang bang!
Elena looked to the right in surprise, but could not see what was happening in the distance. She whispered, "Is this... a gunshot?"
Luke was a little annoyed: Wang Defa! Again? When did the law and order in New Jersey become so bad
He immediately said, "... Lie down, lean against me, and don't look up."
At the same time, he immediately turned off the car lights, slowed down and pulled over.
The gunshot was really too close.
And in the short few seconds from the time Luke heard the gunshots to the time the car stopped, gunshots had been heard hundreds of times.
Luke had already figured out that it was the sound of at least five rifles firing simultaneously. Was he crazy
Although this is considered a suburb of North Bergen, is it really okay to make such a big fuss
Just now, John was at home, one against twelve, and he didn't make such a big noise.
Could it be the military? Or... mercenaries? He wondered as he released the micro drone for the second time tonight.
The drone flew lightly over a small woods and saw ten people surrounded outside a two-story building. They had rifles in their hands and fired alternately as they advanced toward the building.
Luke looked at the posture of these people and let out a sigh in his heart.
These ten people also wore black hoods and black clothes, but they were all wearing professional combat uniforms, bulletproof vests, and even plug-ins.
At first glance, Luke discovered that the weapons in their hands included m4a1, ar-15 and the extremely expensive hk416, and all of them were special weapons that had been modified and fine-tuned by themselves.
Compared to the twelve hooded men in black suits who died in John's villa, the group of people in black combat uniforms here are real professionals, and it is obvious that they are in the military style.
No wonder the method is so simple and crude! Luke muttered in his heart, and controlled the drone to slip into the house where bullets were flying.
There were only three black fighters lying down at the kitchen door, obviously they were in the same group as the ones outside.
A head was inserted into the kitchen door and just hung there.
One head was hanging at a strange angle, and it was obvious that the cervical vertebra was broken.
The last one was stiff, with an empty syringe around his neck.
Luke smacked his lips. “This is interesting.”
When Elena heard this, she couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "You don't want to go over there? It's too dangerous."
Luke rubbed her earlobe with his hand: "Hey, I'm NYPD, not the New Jersey Police. I don't have the power to enforce the law here."
Elena breathed a sigh of relief: "Then what are you going to do?"
Luke: "Don't worry, I've already texted the police."
Elena groaned. She felt a little uncomfortable with this answer, which should have been a standard one, but she didn't say anything.
Luke was not in a hurry either.
Obviously, like John just now, the residents of this small building are not ordinary people.
There were already three people in black combat uniforms lying inside, which meant that this man was at least not unprepared.
Luke gently kneaded the earlobe of the future female painter with one hand, and with the other hand he quickly controlled the drone to fly around the house, just like he did not long ago.
Once again, the drone found an open basement entrance.
He smacked his lips: "No way! The basement again?"
The drone flew in without stopping.
After a moment, Luke looked strange.
In the picture, 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 a piece of smashed concrete floor, and... a small open box under the ground.
Except for the size of the box and the lack of remaining weapons and gold coins inside, everything else is almost a replica of the basement in John's villa.
"What a coincidence." Luke muttered, "Could it be that every former big boss has a secret compartment like this in their basement? And they always like to swing their sledgehammers to get weapons when the enemy comes?"
Next, everything that happened in the small building was similar to what happened in John's villa. The ten men in black combat uniforms who entered the small building were wiped out in less than five minutes.
The bald guy inside, wearing pajamas and barefoot, was extremely scary.
Although his strength and speed were not exaggerated, he relied on his almost foresight and silent movements to make ten men in black combat uniforms voluntarily deliver their heads to his gun.
One shot per person, the P226 killed ten people in black combat uniforms without even having to change the magazine.
Then, the bald man, who was about fifty years old, picked up his packed small backpack and went out.
After he left the house, the small building that was riddled with holes from rifle fire made a loud bang, and a large piece of the roof was stepped on and fell off.
The bald gangster got into the car and left without even turning his head, acting like a "real man never looks back at an explosion."