He is brutal and bloodthirsty, he is vindictive, and he will attack anyone if he disagrees with them, provided that he can fight with them.
But more than half of his men were killed before they even saw the super killer, so what was Sergei doing
He is hot-tempered and others are cold-blooded.
He is bloodthirsty, and others are bloodthirsty.
There are more of them and they are better at shooting.
"Let's retreat and not get entangled with that killer." Sergei's heart was bleeding when he said this.
Damn it, not only did he miss the chance to get the stolen money of 10 million US dollars, he also lost a large number of his men, and might even be wanted by the New York Police Department afterwards.
This time, I really lost a lot!
Luke hid in the traffic jam, watching Sergei's actions, and thought to himself: Want to run? If you run, then my work will be in vain.
He remained squatting, holding the pistol steadily in front of his eyes, and followed quickly with his legs in a strange bow-legged posture. From a distance of seven or eight meters, he watched Sergei and his group get into two off-road vehicles parked not far from the roadside.
Luke chuckled, took out two special mines originally prepared for the long-legged people from his backpack, exerted force with his hands, and threw them under the two cars.
Then, he took out the counterfeit phone, operated it twice, watched the countdown start, and then put the counterfeit phone in his pocket.
He counted inaudibly: "Nineteen eighty-seven..."
At this time, the car filled with thugs had already started and drove out.
"Five, four, three, two..." He had already found the right position, unloaded the magazine, looked at the almost empty bullets and shook his head: "One!"
Bang! Bang!
After two low noises, the front of the first off-road vehicle, which had already picked up speed, tilted and suddenly rolled over.
The second SUV that Sergei was riding in was in better condition, but not too fast. The driver quickly slowed down, and the car drove crookedly for more than ten meters before stopping.
Luke, on his part, slowly replaced the magazine, raised his gun steadily, and aimed at the second SUV.
The car door opened and several gunmen jumped out first. They looked around with panic on their faces and aimed their guns randomly.
Luke did not move. He waited until all four gunmen got out of the car before he decisively pulled the trigger.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!
He named the four gunmen who were protecting Sergei and trying to run to the road one by one and cleared the area in an instant.
Sergei was left standing there stiffly, looking around: "Who are you? I can give you anything you want..."
Luke didn't bother to pay attention to him. As long as this guy fell into his hands alive, that would be enough.
As for what Sergei wanted to say or do, it was of no value to him.
His value to Luke is simply that he is Katie's murderer, not the boss of a black gang.
The SUV in front overturned, and several gunmen climbed out of the car with bruises all over their heads.
Luke had quietly changed his position and moved to the back of a pickup truck more than ten meters away, shooting each of the four people who crawled out.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!
There was just one bullet left, and Luke ejected the magazine.
When he went out on duty, he always carried more magazines.
Even so, the five magazines he brought were basically empty.
Luke didn't rush out. He gathered the remaining bullets and pressed them into a magazine.
Even so, there were only twelve rounds.
The good news was that the M1911 he had stolen from the truck driver still had seven rounds of bullets, and the only person in Sergei's gang who was still able to move was Sergei himself.
Luke's brief adjustment period gave Sergei a sense of luck. He suddenly jumped onto the grass by the roadside, then crawled on the ground and got into the traffic jam.
Luke had just loaded the magazine at this moment. Seeing Sergei, who was 1.9 meters tall and as tall as a bear, doing this, he laughed and a baseball appeared in his hand again.
The ball missed Sergei's gun and bounced into the traffic jam. He spotted the savior, picked it up and put it in his pocket.
Looking at Sergei's back as he tentatively raised his head to look around, then bent his body to run away, Luke laughed, assumed a standard pitching posture again, and threw the baseball out.
The next moment, Sergei felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and he passed out.
Luke walked over, took out a plastic strap and tied the guy's hands behind his back.
Well, there were no handcuffs, and he was not qualified to put handcuffs on anyone here.
Elsa called: "Luke, the long legs are going to run away, and now they are moving the truck. If you don't come, I will have to go alone."
Sweat broke out on Luke's forehead. "Calm down! I'm done here. I'll be right over."
Why did she suddenly want to fight four people alone? Could it be that Elsa's system had suddenly awakened
While speaking, he carried the unconscious Sergei on his back as a shield and ran towards the truck blocking the road.
Besides, for him, Sergei is the most important, the long legs... Well, that's the NYPD's business.
To Luke, it made no difference whether he caught the person red-handed or only kept the stolen money.
He is not the kind of guy in movies and TV shows who regards police honor as his life, so he will not swear to catch all criminals.
However, we can't just let the girl with the electric eyes and long legs go like this. Luke is not a fool and he will not help her for no reason.
With a strength five times greater than that of an ordinary person, Luke could run very fast even with Sergei, and they soon reached the location where the truck was blocked.
Over there, a figure with long legs jumped down from the truck that was blocking the road, and was about to return to the A8 sedan.
A moment before getting off the truck, she saw from her vantage point from the driver's seat of the truck that Luke was running towards her carrying a person.
After taking a quick look, the tall man opened his mouth and asked, "What the hell?"
She recognized the man on Luke's shoulder. Who else could it be but Sergei who almost caught them!
But why was Sergei being carried here for no apparent reason? There wouldn't be an idiot subordinate who would charge the enemy with his unconscious boss.
Thinking about the fierce firing just now, Sergei's men seemed to have all disappeared, and the tall man felt a chill in his heart: Who is this person in front of him
Luke ran more than 20 meters behind the car, threw Sergei to the ground, and reached for his gun with both hands.
With a Glock 23 in one hand and an M1911 in the other, he quickly moved to the rear of the Audi's driver's seat: "Wow! Ladies, I finally caught up with you."
Through the open driver's window, it was indeed that hot girl with the electric eyes.
She looked at Luke in surprise: "Who... are you?" She felt that this person was familiar.
Luke chuckled: "That's not important. What's important is that you can't leave now, right?"
The hot girl with electric eyes gave him a half-smile look, but Luke smiled and said, "Don't put your companions in danger. Your shooting skills are not as good as Sergei's men. If I can kill them all, I can kill you all too."
The hot girl with electric eyes was stunned: "You killed all of Sergei's men?"