Selina suddenly reminded: "Three kilometers ahead, we found a convoy of five pickup trucks with more than thirty people."
Luke hummed and continued on his way.
Selina: "Dito met the convoy. He didn't stop and continued to flee. The convoy stopped Martin and his men. Martin and his men were stopped and they exchanged fire."
Luke listened to the dense gunfire coming from outside the window and asked casually, "Are Martin and Roger okay?"
Selina: "It's probably not good. They shoot too infrequently."
Luke thought for a moment and roughly understood.
The two men were chasing in too haste and did not replenish their weapons and ammunition. The ammunition that Martin had prepared before should have been almost used up in the battle at the manor.
The small team of bodyguards chasing Dito did not have much ammunition.
But Dito's reinforcements appeared again, and their number was too large to be a headache, and Martin was in trouble.
Luke turned off the lights while thinking: "Send a drone to monitor the road conditions ahead. I want to go around it."
Selina quickly operated it for a moment and held the tablet in front of him: "The safe route is probably like this."
Luke's eyes moved slightly, looking at the route marked with a red line on the tablet in front of him. He quickly calculated in his mind and said, "I will go around Martin and the others later. You throw the bag of weapons and ammunition in the back seat to them."
Selina put away the tablet, leaned over to the back seat and pulled out the big bag.
These were a batch of weapons that Luke had just seized and brought here without ever having to use them.
Anyway, he had storage space and never had too much ammunition.
Selina dragged the backpack over, lowered the chair back again, and half-lay down with the backpack on her thighs.
At this time, the passenger window was also completely open.
Luke started counting down: "Three... Two... One!"
Selena's movements followed his commands exactly, three times she held up the bag, two times she lifted it to the window, and one time she threw it out.
Martin and Roger, on the other hand, were so frightened that sweat broke out on their vests.
Martin had already noticed when Luke drove up, but the magazine in his hand had just been emptied.
Roger was hiding behind a rock about seven or eight meters away. He only had a few bullets left and didn't dare to fire randomly.
This is not a TV drama. If you shoot at a speeding car with a pistol in the dark, your hit rate will be terribly low.
The next moment, the Ford pickup truck, with its lights off, passed by Roger five meters away, and a black object was thrown out from the passenger seat, landing just two meters away from Roger.
The two men's hair stood on end for a moment, and suddenly they were stunned.
Something is wrong.
The thing thrown out was so big, it would be outrageous if it was an x-bomb. Only a lunatic would use such a big x-bomb.
The Ford pickup truck did not stop at all. After throwing the package, it drew an arc and rushed to the side of the defense line of Dito's bodyguard convoy not far away.
Martin and Roger immediately understood that the Ford pickup truck did not belong to Dito, otherwise it would be the best option for it to park at the back and attack them from the front with the convoy in front.
Sure enough, the Ford pickup truck got off the road and drove in a winding way in the wilderness. It suddenly accelerated, rushed up a small dirt slope, and then jumped up.
As the pickup truck flew up, Luke held a Glock gun he had picked up in his left hand, with the muzzle of the gun sticking out of the window.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
A series of dense gunshots rang out, and five people in the bodyguard convoy suddenly screamed and fell to the ground.
The pickup truck landed, and Luke flicked his wrist to the back of the car, launching an arc shot.
Snap! Snap!
Two more bodyguards fell.
Throwing away the Glock in his hand, Luke drew his hand back to the window and sped away.
Martin on the other side was stunned: "holyshxt! What kind of shooting is this?"
It took less than two seconds for the pickup truck to take off and land on the ground.
In this brief moment, in the darkness, the pickup truck driver fired eight shots in a row, hitting seven bodyguards scattered throughout the convoy.
There is no such way of cheating in games!
Let’s not talk about anything else. Roger fired seventy or eighty bullets tonight, but hit less than five enemies.
Roger's hit rate is already a good level among Los Angeles police.
What is the overall level of American police shooting? According to some data, in a gun battle with a suspect, the first-shot hit rate of American police with a pistol within ten meters is about 30%.
Therefore, there have always been calls in the police system, requiring police officers to practice more directional shooting at close range and reduce aimed shooting. Anyway, the hit rate is only 30%, which is not much different from not aiming.
The driver of the pickup truck just now shot seven out of eight times at the flying car within two seconds. This was the first time Martin had seen such shooting skills.
Roger over there was much more straightforward.
He is an elderly man and his eyesight is not that good.
After seven bodyguards on the opposite side were shot dead by the speeding driver, he dragged back the large package thrown from the car.
When he touched his hand, he was delighted, and when he opened the zipper he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Martin came back to his senses: "What are you doing?" He raised his hand and caught an AK that was flying towards him, and then used his other hand to catch two magazines that were thrown to him one after another.
Roger: "The bags they dropped were full of weapons and ammunition, a lot of them." As he said that, he picked up the AK in his hand, pulled the bolt handle, and loaded the gun with a click.
"Sapris! Damn it!" He couldn't help but utter a racially gifted curse word, and the AK in his hand swept wildly.
Martin was dumbfounded, with black lines on his forehead: "Roger, how long has it been since you last used an AK?"
Roger squatted awkwardly, dodging the bullets flying from the opposite side: "Haha, that's all... well, I'm a detective and I never use AK."
He felt a little guilty when he said this.
In fact, he hadn't even touched the M4A1 in his car for a long time.
As he said, he is a detective, not a SWAT officer, and the submachine gun is not his main weapon.
If he can use the submachine rifle well, why would he need SWAT (special police)!
Martin rolled his eyes and suddenly leaned forward with his gun raised.
Bang! Bang!
The two bodyguards who were firing at Roger fell down with screams.
Martin: "So, don't hold the trigger tightly, okay? You're not good enough at controlling the gun."
Roger's face turned black and he was speechless.
In front of the two of them, Luke's pickup truck had already circled back onto the road and continued to speed forward.
Selina: "Two kilometers ahead, there are buildings and lights. There are also large areas of crops around. It may be the plantation of Dito."
Luke squinted his eyes and looked out the windshield.
His keen eyesight could also vaguely see a little light.
Selina kept talking: "They have a fairly formal defense line around the building. There are sentry towers and... uh, machine gun towers?"
Luke laughed hard: "So professional?"
Selina looked at the image on the tablet carefully, and nodded after a moment, "It really is a machine gun tower, and there are two of them, both on small towers in the center of the building, which can cover the entire building complex."