The blow was swung very quickly and not very accurately, but it hit the opponent's shoulder, causing him to slow down his action of drawing his gun.
In the gap between the two, Lu Ke curled up and pounced on him, kicking him in the crotch.
The man's face immediately turned pale, then red, but he couldn't even scream.
The pain in his crotch seemed to stretch from bottom to top, tightening his vocal cords and leaving him gasping helplessly.
Lu Ke did not stop. He held the back of the man's head with both hands, pressed down hard, and pushed up with his knee again.
There was a dull thud and he felt some pain in his knee.
The face of the person in his hand was sunken from the nose, and his breathing was barely audible.
As usual, Lu Ke took the two men into a nearby utility room, twisted and pressed their necks hard, and threw them into a corner.
He continued to collect the pistols from the two men. They were all old-model M1911s, the same model as the first man he killed.
He quickly checked them, choosing only the one in the best condition and taking away all the magazines.
At this moment, almost ten minutes have passed, and it depends on when the guards of the Carlos family will discover that something is wrong here.
Lu Ke pushed the door open and walked out, moving forward in slightly quick steps.
He kept observing the surrounding situation with his ears and eyes, and soon found a place where noisy voices came from. He looked at the door, but there was no sign.
Leaning sideways to the door, he looked inside through the slightly opened gap and discovered that there was a large space inside, where a group of people were playing around.
He adjusted his breathing and pushed the door slightly to open a little wider.
At this time, his vision broadened.
After shaking left and right a few times outside the door, I could roughly see the situation in the room.
This is a place similar to a security room. The people inside all look like thugs in terms of their appearance, temperament and figure. Some of them are shirtless and have guns stuck in their waists.
Generally speaking, professionals won't do this unless it's necessary, as it's a pain in the ass.
With just a few glances, he roughly calculated the number of people inside.
Seventeen people.
Two of them were naked women.
Most of the people were sitting around a table, playing poker and gambling, with only two men and two women fooling around in the corner.
However, those who were supposed to gamble in the room were just gambling, and no one paid much attention to the two pairs of men and women fooling around, as if they were used to it.
Lu Ke took another deep breath, moved, pushed open the door and walked in.
After entering the door, he gently stepped back and closed the door gently, then approached the table with quick but not impatient steps.
When he was almost in the crowd, a guy turned his head to look at him with a puzzled look in his eyes, as if asking "Who is this guy?"
Lu Ke's face was calm. He raised his hands behind his back in front of him at the same time, and the two M1911s swept outwards from the center line between his eyes.
Bang bang bang bang!
A violent storm of gunfire rang out, and more than half of the thirteen people gathered in front of the table fell down before they could even react.
Two m1911s, twenty-one rounds of bullets, knocked down eight people.
With his extraordinary agility, Lu Ke emptied their magazines within two seconds without any intention of aiming. He just pointed the muzzle of the gun at the figures and fired one or two shots at them one by one.
At such a close distance and with so many densely packed targets, it is harder to miss than to hit.
He loosened his left hand and let go of the gun with a capacity of fourteen rounds, letting it fall to the ground.
The grip of this gun is a bit big and not convenient to use.
At the same time, he threw himself onto the sofa beside him, and quickly replaced the magazine for the ordinary M1911 in his hands.
Relying on the impression he had made and the noise he heard, he stretched out his gun-holding hand from the side of the sofa and fired wildly again at the chaotic and screaming crowd.
He emptied the magazine again in an instant and replaced it with another one.
At this time, someone finally took out a gun and fired at him.
However, Lu Ke had already rushed out from the other side of the sofa. The moment his eyes swept over, he fired four consecutive shots, bang, bang, bang. Two thugs who were half lying and half sitting on the ground to fight back were hit in the chest and fell to the ground in seconds.
Lu Ke quickly glanced around the room. There was only wailing and gasping, and no one could stand up.
Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger again.
This time the gunshots were very rhythmic, one shot per second, calling out the names of the thugs lying beside the card table one by one.
Any thugs who appear to be able to move will be given priority and killed with a headshot.
After emptying three magazines again and reloading all the thugs lying beside the card table, Lu Ke replaced the last magazine and then looked towards the bed in the corner.
The two naked women were pushed in front, and the two guys behind had nowhere to escape.
The bed was in the corner.
But the two men threw their guns along with their clothes on the ground in front of the bed, which was only three meters away from the card table. The intensive gunfire and the falling of their companions just now made them dare not go over at all.
But now, they found out in despair that they had no chance at all.
Lu Ke cautiously leaned his head out from behind the sofa to take a look, and finally confirmed that the four men and women opposite had no weapons at all, but there were two guns on the piles of clothes beside the bed.
Facing the two thugs who were holding the woman in front of them, he said nothing, walked out silently, turned slightly sideways, bent his right elbow and raised it horizontally, supported his right hand with his left hand, the gun was right in front of him, the muzzle was slightly downward, aimed at the four people on the bed.
One of the thugs couldn't stand the quiet atmosphere and slightly stuck half of his head out.
Bang!
A piece of his skull flew off and he fell backwards.
The woman he held in front of her felt as if a gust of wind was blowing across her face, and then some warm water drops seemed to splash on her back. The hand that had been pressing hard against her back suddenly dropped down.
Considering the previous shooting, she understood what had happened and immediately screamed, rolling and crawling to the side to hide.
A big hairy leg suddenly appeared in Lu Ke's sight.
Bang!
"Ah!" A shrill scream was heard, and another thug bent down in agony, hugging his thigh, on which a bloody hole appeared.
Bang!
With a shot in the head, Lu Ke didn't give him a chance to struggle.
The two women screamed in unison.
Lu Ke raised the gun and pointed it at them, then put his finger on his mouth and made a zipper gesture.
The two fruit girls shut up decisively.
Lu Ke walked forward and made a circle gesture with his hand. The two fruit girls turned their heads tremblingly.
They don't think that the target wants to take-her-from-behind, and the target might shoot them as soon as they turn around.
But they had no ability to resist and could only do as they were told.
After the two girls turned their backs to him, Lu Ke quickly slashed at their necks with his left hand, causing the two women to fall flat on the ground and faint.
Looking at the large white, round body exposed in front of him, he shook his head helplessly.