"John Wick." An old voice sounded, and Sloan's figure appeared at the high platform window behind the city wall.
Looking down at the visitor, Sloane also looked indifferent: "What do you want to say?"
Luke laughed in his heart and raised his head slightly: "Just came to tell you something."
In the mutual aid group, no one supports the comedy.
Luke felt a little regretful: these supporting actors were so unprofessional that no one came to ask “what”.
He added drama to himself, but he still maintained John's classic calm face.jpg: "Whoever comes to kill me, I will kill his entire family."
Sloan: …
Name Killers:…
Guards: …
Many people had a thought in their minds: Were we threatened in person? Or were we threatened by someone at our doorstep
This is really... Sapris, Malafako!
Sloan's eyes flickered, but there was no expression on his face. He simply ordered, "Kill him."
As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots suddenly rang out.
The guards in various parts of the castle opened fire almost at the same time, and bullets swept towards the open space in front of the gate like a torrential rain.
Sloan still stood quietly at the platform window, and the famous killers just drew their guns, but no one opened fire.
They are not like those people, they have enough pride in their hearts.
There is only one person on the other side.
Even though he was the recently famous Night Devil John, he was not qualified to make them take action together.
Dozens of guards began to attack, not wanting to lose face by taking part in such a siege.
The next moment, their expressions changed.
There was no one in front of the gate where bullets were flying, and the Night Demon disappeared in full view of everyone.
This disappearance was extremely strange, as if the person disappeared in the blink of an eye.
But who are they
They are the famous killers of the mutual aid association, and naturally their reaction and dynamic vision are far superior to ordinary people.
All along, they were the only ones who relied on their superior strength to suddenly disappear in front of their opponents.
Now, someone has played this trick in front of them.
At this moment, even the high-ranking Sloan's expression changed.
He thought of the Night Wolf and White Dove who had just died, two against one, and they died so quietly.
The messages were all sent back by Night Devil John.
"Everyone, don't hold back, just kill him." Sloan's voice became louder and louder, and even the dense gunfire could not cover it up.
When the order was given, everyone, including the famous killer, knew that it meant that the other party must be killed.
Soon, lights everywhere in the castle came on, and large dark areas became as bright as day.
In the textile factory, the workers who received the notice took out their guns and turned into killers.
Bang bang bang!
Gunshots exploded and rang out in the factory instantly.
The ordinary killers who were queuing in the gun room to get guns were shot with blood and screams were heard everywhere. People fell down in succession, like rows of skewered blood gourds.
The figure in the black suit had appeared in the factory at some point, holding an MP7 in each hand.
Facing these ordinary killers gathered like chickens, Luke used the MP7 for the first time.
Its 40-round capacity brought powerful and sustained lethality. The killers who took the gun were like being shot in a line, with their heads blown off one by one.
This time, Luke did not use the Mozambique shooting method.
Two bullets to kill an enemy is too slow.
Hitting the chest is also too slow.
All the killers were shot in the head, without exception.
At a distance of ten meters, it made no difference whether Luke used an MP7 or a Glock, his control was so much greater, and his killing speed was only limited by how fast he could switch targets.
The famous killers who were still outside the castle and had not returned immediately all changed their expressions. The four people closest to the factory simultaneously activated their physical energy bursts and rushed in within two seconds.
In their sight, they just saw Luke loosen his hands and let the two MP7s fall. His hands passed by his waist like phantoms, and the two Glocks appeared again.
The four famous killers who had just rushed in suddenly had their pupils shrink when they saw the two Glocks.
The excessively long magazine under the handle is obviously a specially made extended magazine, most likely one of those crazy things with a capacity of 33 rounds.
Coupled with the Glock's rate of fire, it is enough to be used as a submachine gun at close range.
Bang bang bang!
As they watched, the muzzles of the two Glock guns emitted flames far exceeding those of ordinary pistols, instantly erupting with deadly firepower.
The ordinary killers in this factory were wiped out by MP7, and another group of ordinary killers poured out from several passages.
They were from the factory next door and rushed over immediately after hearing the gunshots.
The entrance where they appeared was usually used for transporting goods and was wide enough to easily accommodate a large truck.
The width of five or six meters allowed these killers to pour in extremely quickly, like a destroyed ant nest, and a large group of them came in.
Then they ran into the ferocious firepower of two extended-magazine Glocks.
These were considered elite killers among ordinary people, but they fell to the ground in an instant before they could even see Luke's shadow.
None of the killers could get within five meters of the entrance, and they were all killed there, piled up in layers, as fragile as straw under an old farmer's sickle.
Only a few killers who arrived a little later avoided this wave of killings in seconds, and hid at the side of the passage in cold sweat, no longer having the courage to show up.
Bang bang bang bang!
The four famous killers finally launched the first round of attack before Glock completed the final sweep, firing one shot each.
These famous killers with strong abilities and sophisticated methods are far more powerful than the ordinary veterans who were killed in the past two days.
When they rushed in, they automatically dispersed and entered from four directions at the same time, trying to overwhelm the opponent.
Luke's reaction was beyond their expectations.
When four bullets were fired at him, the Glock in his hands still did not change direction, and he stubbornly shot the last seven or eight ordinary killers in the head.
When the bullet flew over, his figure blurred for a moment in the eyes of the four people, and then appeared two meters away.
The four men's precise shooting skills encountered new problems.
Because they were so accurate, there was no way that these four bullets could miss more than two meters, so Luke was naturally unharmed.
At this time, the two Glocks in his hands finally became empty chambered and idle.
Luke loosened his hands again and the Glock began to fall.
As soon as the two guns fell to his waist, he crossed his hands again and put them under his armpits.
By the time the two guns fell to his thighs, he had two more guns in his hands.
This time, it was finally not a Glock with an extended magazine, but two modified P226s.
In fact, in the short time it took him to throw the gun and then pull it out, he had successfully dodged the bullets fired at him from all directions, and left a vague afterimage in the air, rapidly approaching the two people who were closer to the inside of the factory.
Bang bang bang!
Faced with the incredible speed that Luke suddenly displayed, the two men were shocked, but they did not panic immediately. They fired several bullets in succession at his approaching path.