Of the more than sixty Camorra guards who had rushed into the basement, only about twenty were left.
Not enough! My injuries are not serious enough! Luke muttered in his heart.
If he didn't pretend to be more miserable, these twenty-odd guards would definitely run away.
In less than ten minutes, forty of their companions died. Anyone who is not afraid is crazy.
Fortunately, the half of the guards who were let go just now have made a contribution.
They began to use the intercom to tell the only two intact teams that the assassin was injured in the lower abdomen and left leg and was fleeing towards the underground exit in the southwest, and that they must block him.
While listening to the conversation between the two parties with a wireless headset, Luke used his keen sense of smell and primary sound waves to run towards the last two teams of guards.
The two sides approached from two passages at a 90-degree angle.
Luke finally quickened his pace, and ran through the intersection seven or eight meters ahead of the other person.
Of course, he was limping again at this time.
Not only do they have to be sent, but they have to be limped so that they can die clearly.
The highly nervous guards opened fire without hesitation.
Bang bang bang bang!
Luke's back trembled and he fell to the ground. Then he struggled to crawl two steps and rolled into the corner.
The guards were cheered up: "He is here in the southwest corridor No. 4. We hit him again. He is seriously injured."
The other team of guards, which was still dozens of meters away, were also surprised and quickened their speed to surround them.
This guy has killed so many people. Whoever kills this terrifying killer will definitely receive a generous reward. Hundreds of thousands of US dollars are considered a small reward.
Getting a promotion and a raise, becoming a mid-level boss, and finding a bunch of white and beautiful women, that's a sure thing.
With this in mind, the guard leader gave a loud order: "Formation, adjust the formation, and prepare to pursue."
Luke shrank into the corner and threw the M1014 and the large gun backpack in his hand to the ground.
He was seriously injured and out of ammunition and food. This had to be shown, otherwise it would be too unfair to the more than 40 Camorra guards who died!
He took advantage of the situation and smeared some of John's blood on the ground and wall, leaving eye-catching bloodstains with his hands. He nodded with satisfaction, took out the Glock from under his armpits and held it in his hands.
For twenty-five people, two magazines probably wouldn't be enough.
After all, he had to use John's most commonly used Mozambique shooting method, and it would be best if everyone had two bullets.
However, he couldn't really kill all these people.
After the killing, there was no eyewitness to prove that Night Devil was seriously injured and only then was he able to complete the task with difficulty!
If he hadn't been seriously injured, would Santino really dare to chase him again
Let's see who has the worst luck and will be the one to face my gun! Luke muttered to himself, ready to retreat.
Now, he was in the southwest of a cross passage.
The guard who had shot and "hit" him before was in the southeast passage, and the guard who came over took a detour and went from the northwest to the west, and was now outflanking him from behind.
In the headset, he heard the two teams of guards communicating and coordinating with each other. They were preparing to launch an attack at the same time, attacking him from both sides, making sure that he would lose sight of one while being distracted.
As they began to count down quietly, Luke followed suit.
When the team of guards behind him rushed out, he leaped forward, rushed through the entrance, and then limped towards the northeast passage.
Hua Q! The commanders of the two teams of guards cursed in their hearts at almost the same time.
This guy is so slippery!
Before, the assassin had been trying to get close to the underground exit in the southwest, making them think that the other party would choose to break through the guards in the southwest head-on again.
As a result, this guy suddenly made a comeback.
But the two teams of guards had already started to act, and they noticed that the guy in the suit had moved much slower, and there were large pools of blood in the corner and on the ground where he had just been.
"He's lost a lot of blood, he can't run far." A small leader shouted quickly: "Follow him and kill him."
More than 20 people ran towards the passage where Luke disappeared without hesitation.
After rushing out more than twenty meters, they came to a hall.
This was a spacious place where the ancient castle owner would have meals and banquets when hiding from the enemy.
More than 20 people entered to cover each other and guarded the southwest entrance. The command "safe" sounded one after another, and the whole team began to enter the center of the hall.
Just then, gunshots rang out.
Bang bang bang!
The four wall lamps at the four corners of the hall were turned off. Except for a little dim light coming from several passageways, most of the hall was dark.
"Be careful!" a shrill roar sounded.
This is the little leader among the guards reminding everyone.
He already knew who he and his men were facing.
Night Devil John is a legendary killer and a monster with a terrifying record of killing over a hundred people at once.
The Night Demon is best known for his ability to suddenly attack and kill brutally in the dark.
The other party had never done this before, and the nervous guard leader did not expect this.
Now, the little leader suddenly recalled those people who were hunted by the night demon in the dark.
But this reminder was too late.
Almost as soon as he roared, Luke's figure became invisible again.
Close combat with guns, start!
In the darkness, he didn't need to pretend to be injured. He rushed to the side of the small leader in the center of the hall almost instantly, stretched out two Glocks, pointed them directly at the armpits of the small leader and another guard, and pulled the trigger.
Snap! Snap!
The bullets penetrated the chests of the two men, and they stiffened and fell down at the same time.
Luke gently moved his hands and the two bodies covered him. As their bodies spun, the muzzles of the two Glock guns continued to spew flames.
Bang bang bang bang!
A storm of gunfire echoed in the hall, and a series of screams rang out.
The guards who were reminded by the small leader were nervous. When they heard the gunshots, they retreated in fear and tried to lean against the wall to avoid being hit by stray bullets in the hall.
But Glock's bullets followed closely, killing several guards near the entrance first, and then the guards who were retreating in all directions.
Although this hall is not small, it is after all just a temporary shelter like in ancient times, with a total area of only more than 30 square meters.
This also means that any guard is no more than ten meters away from Luke.
Within ten meters, Luke's pistol hit rate was close to 100%.
The guards fell down like wheat being cut, but their guns continued to fire.
Countless bullets whizzed past, and the dark hall was illuminated by the continuous flashes of gunfire, and then quickly fell into darkness.
Several guards were knocked down by stray bullets before Luke could attack, and they fell to the ground screaming.
Luke, who had put on his polarizing goggles again, looked at the figures falling one after another in the infrared mode. He did not kill them all, but counted down silently: ten, nine, eight, seven, ok! Job done.
The gunshots suddenly stopped! The hall became dark again.
In just ten seconds, only seven people survived in the hall, including the injured guards.
This is the witness Luke left for Santino.