If the Camorra guards had advanced more steadily, there would have been a high chance of finding Luke, but unfortunately they were a bit impatient.
Luke waited quietly until the third person rushed through the fork in the road. When the fourth person moved to the middle of the fork in the road, he instantly moved his body sideways out, held the HK416 firmly with both hands, and gently pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang!
The fourth guard rushed forward and fell, and the fifth guard who appeared just happened to rush to the middle of the fork in the road and fell in a similar manner.
The sixth guard then revealed most of his body.
He reacted quickly, his face horrified, and tried hard to take back the step he had just taken.
But it's too late.
Bang!
Another two-shot burst rang out, and two balls of blood burst out from his chest and abdomen, and he became the third person to fall to the ground.
"enemy!"
"He's in the side road."
"This way, the assassin is in the southwest corridor number two."
After seven or eight seconds of chaos, seven guards rushed in, covering each other.
The hidden spot where Luke had been standing was now empty.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Luke's figure emerged silently from the passage behind them, with the muzzle of his gun pointed at the guard who was facing away from the intersection and moving towards the deep fork in the road. In an instant, he fired clean bursts of single shots in all directions.
The four guards who were lagging behind were shot in the back almost at the same time. They fell forward and could not get up.
The three people in front were startled and turned around subconsciously.
Bang bang bang!
Three more single bursts, and the remaining three guards fell on their backs.
Luke scratched his head and said, "This... seems a bit too much. Will it scare others away?"
The main reason was that his attack was too fast this time. In less than twenty seconds, ten Camorra guards were killed.
If this continues, all the sixty or so guards in the basement will be killed within five minutes at most.
Why would he run away then? Easily killing so many guards would be a huge deterrent.
Keep a low profile! You must keep a low profile! Now I am John Wick, not V. Acting skills are important, not strength! He reminded himself in his heart, took a deep breath, and resolutely went to meet the other team of guards who came.
Bang bang bang!
Ahhh!
A series of screams rang out, and the instantaneous outbreak of gunfire was extremely intense. The continuous and fierce gun flames even illuminated an underground passage.
Several guards called out nervously: "Southwest passage, come quickly!"
"This guy is too strong, come and help."
"Hold on, hold on, we hit him."
"He's injured."
"Let Kira and the others flank them from that side..."
Luke held HK416 in one hand and pressed his other hand on his abdomen. After he staggered into the corner, he immediately put down his hand that was covering his stomach.
Shaking his head helplessly, he raised his hand to look at the time on his watch.
The second firefight, which consisted of a pretend fight and running away, only took three minutes and fifteen seconds, and five more guards on this team died.
If he hadn't pretended to be injured, these guys would have definitely started to retreat.
Acting is so difficult!
Thinking of this, he retreated quietly.
Bang bang bang!
Ahhh!
While the remaining half of the guards were still trembling with fear, the reinforcements that arrived more than 30 meters away were ambushed by Luke again.
With his legs split, he sat on a beam in a passage in the dungeon, staring silently at the things below.
A team of guards had already walked through the passage below his legs. Four of them, the fifth guard suddenly wiped his face with his hand, looked at the blood on his fingertips, and suddenly screamed and looked up: "Up there..."
Bang!
The top of his head burst open and he could no longer utter the rest of the sentence.
Bang bang bang bang!
The four guards in front, who were like sitting ducks, fell to the ground before they even had time to straighten their backs.
Luke slung the HK416 over his shoulder, and using his hands and feet, he moved away on the arch like a gecko, disappearing into the bend of the passage about seven or eight meters away.
By the time the remaining half pair of guards rushed in with their guns raised, the vault was already empty.
…
In the bedroom of the main building, Jaina was still lying there, frowning and asking, "He hasn't left yet?"
Cassian looked at the text messages on his phone: "No, he's still entangled with Lucio and Fernan's men in the underground level."
Jaina was a little uneasy. "He should leave, otherwise he will be besieged. Cassian, did our guards chase him?"
"No. According to the plan, I let those dishonest guys go with their men." Cassian said helplessly.
The phone beeped, indicating a new text message.
He picked up the phone and took a look at it. The corners of his mouth twitched. After carefully checking the text message sent by his men, he said, "Miss, he has killed Frennan, along with 35 guards. It seems that he was only shot once."
Jaina was stunned and suddenly sat up: "He was shot?"
Cassian helplessly pressed his hands down: "Miss, don't move. My makeup skills are not as professional as his. If you don't do a good job of applying makeup on this "corpse", it will be easy for people to find the flaws later."
Jaina sighed, "Okay, I'll lie down. Remind me to adjust my makeup."
At this point, she couldn't help but mutter, "That's enough. Most of those disobedient old guys are dead. Why are you taking such a risk?"
Two blushes suddenly appeared on her face: "Are you afraid that I can't deal with these old guys, so you help me eliminate them? My little night demon, he loves me to death."
Cassian: My heart is so tired, I really want to retire!
…
The master and servant continued to be bored above, while Luke's performance here continued.
Cassian's intelligence was a little behind schedule.
In fact, Luke "should" have been shot for the second time, and it was in his left thigh that he was "hit".
So, now Luke was limping away, and by the way, he did not forget to throw the HK416 in his hand at the guard who popped up at the corner, smashing the guy's face.
Then, he unfastened his shoulder straps, swung the large backpack in front of him, and at the same time unfastened the Velcro and pulled out a Benelli M1014.
boom!
The second guard who had just rushed out with his body bent was thrown sideways with a big hole on his waist.
The third guard rushed out, his face full of fear.
He was following too fast and couldn't stop.
In a state of nervousness, he fired the gun randomly, hoping to scare Luke and affect his hit rate.
The M1014 held in Luke's right hand was extremely stable, and the black muzzle spewed out blazing flames.
boom!
This guy was also knocked flying, and hit the wall two meters away, then slowly slid down, painting a large area of blood red on the wall.
The hurried footsteps in the corridor paused and turned into the sound of small steps approaching.
Luke hooked his finger, closed the large backpack, and pressed the Velcro back together.
He kept limping and quickly turned into another fork in the road not far away, muttering in his heart: I am lame! Come on, come on, call the remaining two squads of guards to fight me.