Frank watched Grote's back disappear into the darkness and couldn't help but ask, "Are you really going to let him go?"
He didn't want to let this kind of scum go at all. Not to mention that Groot had heard a lot of their conversations, which could easily be leaked.
Luke glanced at him and said, "I'm not interested in arguing with Xiaohong about who's right or wrong. Just let him go. I keep my word."
Frank frowned: "Are you serious?"
Luke shrugged: "I don't want to turn Xiaohong into someone like us, so why did I kill him just now?"
Frank: ...People like us? What do you mean
As for Grote, Frank didn't really care about him. He would just kill him next time he saw him.
Luke didn't want to say more about this little thing, so he took out polarized glasses and a wireless headset from his backpack and gave them to him. He briefly explained how to use them and signaled for the action to begin.
"Don't worry about irrelevant people, leave it to me." Luke gave his final instruction.
"Got it." Frank said simply, and the two of them moved quickly in small steps and rushed into the door of the Firebird Bar.
In this raid, he was responsible for leading the main attack, with Luke providing support.
The micro-drone that sneaked in one step ahead marked all the targets on the lens. On the simple line topographic map, the red dots are enemies, the yellow dots are irrelevant people, and the green dots are teammates.
Everything is similar to that of a cheating player who uses a perspective hack.
Frank had never used such high-tech equipment, but he had used similar equipment with worse functions many times, so he was able to use Luke's equipment with ease.
Click! Click!
Frank rushed into the gate without saying a word, raised his hand and shot two guards who were smoking lazily inside the gate to death with two shots.
With the help of the map, his two shots were well-aimed, fast and accurate.
Luke walked slowly behind him and collected the two bodies casually.
These two bodies are too easy to be discovered if they are thrown near the door, so it is better to take them away first.
After entering the gate, he locked it with an iron chain so that no one could run out from this end in a short period of time, making it easier for them to take action.
He moved quickly and entered the hall right after Frank, and saw many people looking at him.
When they saw the gun in Frank's hand, several people's faces changed drastically and they opened their mouths to shout.
Frank had already raised the gun in his hand.
Ta-ta-ta-ta!
A few guys who stood up and tried to hide were the first to fall to the ground.
Frank took care of them first.
Luke now had two guns in his hands, casting blurry shadows in front of him.
They were moving at high speed, and the sounds like nail guns rang out in succession.
Ta-ta-ta-ta!
The second group of people who wanted to stand up were shot in the chest and fell down.
The last few people were all shot by Frank, but Luke shot them down one by one in the order from far to near.
The reaction speed of these people could not match the firing speed of his two guns.
Frank emptied the magazine without hesitation, hid in the corner, and changed the magazine while muttering in his heart: This kid seems to be much stronger than the weakling Gray Rabbit.
The thought flashed through his mind, he reloaded the gun in his hand and reached out.
Ta-ta-ta-ta!
The three gangsters who reacted the slowest just stood up and turned around, then fell down. No one moved in the hall anymore.
In Luke's hands, one was a silenced pistol and the other was a special tranquilizer gun. All the people he knocked down with the latter were irrelevant people, that is, people who were not members of the Hellhounds.
Most people probably lost consciousness before they even saw what they looked like.
Luke signaled to Frank and told him to go directly to the back and clean up the last group of gangsters.
After Frank disappeared, Luke took out the fake mobile phone and looked at the test results. He walked directly to the bar, found a surveillance camera, removed it together with the storage device, and threw it into the storage space.
Then he started to clear the area.
All the seriously injured and dying bandits were shot again and their bodies were taken away.
The anesthetic bullets were taken away from the irrelevant people, and they were left lying there to sleep.
Of course, there weren’t many irrelevant people, only about seven or eight.
All the blood stains inside the door were directly absorbed by a special cleaning fluid, and then the white powder formed by the mixture of cleaning fluid and blood was taken away.
It all happened quickly, and in less than five minutes, the entire bar returned to normal.
Except for the absence of more than twenty Hellhound gangsters, the bar seemed as if nothing had happened.
Frank's movements were just as fast.
With the help of Luke, a powerful assistant and very useful equipment, he easily cleared out the seven or eight gang members scattered behind him one by one.
Luke cleaned up the bodies of these unfortunate guys and the scene before walking into a large room.
Frank inside was back to his old ways of beating up the bad guys and forcing them to confess information.
The dull sound of flesh hitting flesh, coupled with his occasional low and cold questioning, filled the large room with a repressive and violent atmosphere.
The leader was dying and could only barely shout: "I don't know. I told you that it was the Irish gang that came to us. They didn't tell us the identity of the seller."
"Name!" Frank punched again: "He should at least have a name."
"No, the Irish gang said they knew about it when the deal was made." The leader said weakly, "But something went wrong before the deal officially started. Someone from the three parties took action, and we didn't know the seller's situation at all."
"Who started the fight first in the park that night?" Luke interrupted.
Leader: "I don't know. We checked after we came back and it wasn't our people who did it. But some people said that they saw people from the Mexican cartel who opened fire first."
After exchanging a glance with Frank, Luke raised his hand and gestured "go ahead".
Frank grabbed the other man's head, pressed it on the coffee table, and stepped on it.
Snap!
The leader's cervical vertebrae made a slight sound and then he became stiff and motionless.
Frank: Let’s go.
Luke: "Wait."
As he spoke, he walked to a small freezer and pushed it casually. The freezer moved sideways, revealing a safe.
Frank frowned: "Don't waste time, we don't have the key or the password."
"Give me twenty seconds." Luke had already taken out a bunch of tools, and moved them to the keyhole. He fiddled with it a few times quickly to secure it, and then began to twist the combination dial.
In less than ten seconds, the safe door opened with a click.
Frank: "... Gray Rabbit taught you?"
Luke was surprised: "He also knows this?"
Frank couldn't help but twitch his mouth: "Yes."
In fact, someone has decent skills in opening a safe, but very bad luck.
The first time they opened the safe, there was only a little money inside, and the other documents and information were irrelevant to their mission.
The second time he tried to steal something, he almost detonated the bomb in the safe. After that, no one dared to let him open the safe again.
Most of the targets they deal with are not ordinary gang members, and placing bombs in safes is a routine operation.
No one dared to let Gray Rabbit show off his lock-picking skills with his two knives, for fear that he would send everyone to heaven to see God.
Because of this, a certain gray rabbit was also very depressed, saying that God did not give him the opportunity to make a fortune.