The gunmen nodded in unison.
This boss is well-known for his brutality, and they can't afford to offend him.
One of the men came over and said, "Sir, the people on the roof are ready."
"Now, go up and kill the baby, and kill Mr. Smith at the same time. Oh, and kill the nanny as well." The bearded man stood up, took out his gun and waved it.
The gunmen immediately filed forward.
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
boom!
Crash, crash!
Ahhh!
A moment later, the gunman in front had rushed to the fifth floor and started a fierce gunfight with someone.
The last gunman had just reached the second floor of the spiral staircase when the bearded man followed with his gun.
When he stepped onto the third floor, Luke, dressed in gray and black, just stepped into the open door of the apartment building.
Looking sideways at the gunmen who were swarming over, he shook his head in his heart: They are indeed gang members. They didn't even leave anyone to guard the gate.
I think they thought that if more than 50 people rushed forward, they would be able to defeat Mr. Smith.
Luke thought so in his mind, and took out a P226 from his armpit, then slowly took out the long silencer and installed it.
He is here to shoot secretly today, so he wants to make as little noise as possible.
After a piece of broken glass fell, a gunman in black hit the ground on the first floor with a thud.
Luke glanced down and chuckled inwardly.
This guy broke through the skylight glass to get down, but ended up with a hole in his chest. His rappelling turned into jumping off a building, and he died a clear death.
He chose the corner of the second floor and aimed the muzzle of the gun in his hand diagonally upwards at the gunmen at the stairs on the fifth floor.
Ta-ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta!
The four gunmen who had just reached the fifth floor fell to the ground.
Three of them were silent, and only one guy was screaming.
The silencer still had a slight effect on his hit rate. Luke evaluated it in his mind and it was not surprising.
A silencer is not a complete sound-mute.
The situation in the movies where the sound of a gun going "bang bang bang" turns into "chi chi chi" when a silencer is installed, like a silent pistol, is basically impossible.
After his P226 hit the silencer, it only changed the sound of the gun, turning it into a jet sound similar to that of a nail gun, and concealed the muzzle flame.
In an apartment building filled with all sorts of noise at the moment, this had the same effect as a silent pistol.
Luke did not take credit for himself. After knocking down four people, he paused for a moment.
He paid close attention to the reactions of the gunmen, especially the bearded one.
Although this guy has an ugly, pale, swollen face, his professional level is really good.
I'll go ask Old G sometime if he knows the name of this forensic behavioral consultant.
But obviously, the bearded guy didn't think that a sneak attacker would appear. His attention was completely attracted by the fierce gunfight upstairs.
Luke decisively continued his attack.
Ta-ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta!
Once again, four gunmen fell, and this time none of them could move.
But Luke quickly retracted his body.
The bearded man glanced down as if aware of something, obviously sensing that something was wrong.
Luke raised the corner of his mouth: He is indeed an expert.
His figure quickly left here, passed through a house nearby, shot out a grappling hook, and went straight to the roof.
Just when he was launching the attack, four gunmen came down from the roof via ropes.
Luke didn't think these guys would leave anyone on the roof.
After reaching the edge of the roof, he took a deep breath, turned over, looked at a broken skylight, and then moved to another skylight seven or eight meters away.
This is near where Smith is.
He lowered his head and raised his gun, with the muzzle pointing diagonally downward.
Click! Click!
The backs of the heads of the two guys who were sweeping with Uzi exploded.
Luke quickly moved to another skylight.
Click! Click! Click!
Three lined up in a row, the gunmen with great momentum fell one by one.
This is just like hitting a balloon, a game played by children! Luke laughed in his heart.
Just when he was enjoying the shooting from behind, Mr. Smith below showed his power.
He stepped onto a table, jumped up, and spun around, firing wildly with both guns in his hands.
The four gunmen who surrounded him on both sides had blood spurts from their bodies and fell to the ground screaming.
He landed and rolled, lying on his back on a flatbed cart. The huge impact caused the flatbed cart to slide out quickly.
Bang bang bang!
The two gunmen who had just rushed up from the fifth floor rolled down.
The flatbed truck also hit a gunman who had just rushed out from behind. Mr. Smith moved the muzzle of his gun upwards and aimed it at the gunman's head, who was bent over by the collision.
Bang!
Rolling to a pile of miscellaneous shelves nearby, Mr. Smith threw away the HK-P7 and P226 in his hands and picked up the HK416 placed there from the shelf.
Bang bang bang bang!
Two gunmen who appeared from the other side of the shelf were knocked back.
He grabbed a long skateboard from the shelf, put it on the ground, lay on it, and kicked his legs hard on the shelf.
The skateboard took him through the racks.
Bang bang bang bang!
After sliding past the surrounding gunmen, Mr. Smith fired the HK416 left and right, making several gunmen scream in pain.
Taking advantage of the last bit of opportunity, he replaced the magazine and the skateboard just rushed out of the area where the shelf was.
Seven or eight gunmen were roughly marching in a circle, but their guns were pointed at the area where the shelves were.
Mr. Smith, however, leaned on his skateboard and rushed into the circle.
Bang bang bang bang!
The legs kept pushing on the ground, and the skateboard drew a large arc on the ground.
Mr. Smith didn't even need to move the muzzle of the gun too much, allowing it to be driven by his body to draw a circle, firing a series of bullets at every gunman it passed by.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Seven or eight gunmen fell to the ground one by one.
Luke was watching through the skylight in amazement, this guy Smith was truly extremely powerful!
Glancing at the staircase again, he almost laughed out loud.
The bearded man had already started running away, and his four trusted men followed closely behind him, running away decisively.
Only the last batch of unlucky gunmen who rushed to the fifth floor were chased by Smith who had entered a violent state and were named one by one with hk416.
Smith was screaming in his heart: Damn! You guys have weapons! I have some now!
He has been living in poverty lately and has to save even his bullets. He fought with dozens of gunmen last night and was in a very bad state. He was also very frustrated.
Now that he had obtained a batch of sophisticated firearms and plenty of bullets, he finally got rid of his frustration.
With Mr. Smith showing his might and fighting against a group of people alone, Luke stopped attacking and casually put the P226 back into his armpit.
On the fifth floor, the sound of gunfire stopped after a while.
Luke admired in his heart.
Smith's shooting skills are absolutely top-notch. Although he doesn't hit the target with every shot, every time HK416 fires a short burst, one of the gunmen will fall down.
In just over ten seconds, the remaining gunmen were all knocked down.