There were still people in the armory, but only two of them.
They were sorting their ammunition and equipment with their backs to the door and did not notice Luke coming in.
This is the core area of the stronghold, surrounded by their people everywhere, and they never thought that the enemy could sneak in.
Luke walked over and punched each man in the back of the head cleanly.
Then he got straight to the point.
He doesn't care about bullets or anything like that, he has enough of this stuff in stock.
He was a little tempted by the loaded ammunition belt, but there was no need to take it now.
With his hands moving quickly, he opened the lids of several boxes, confirmed the equipment inside, and put the boxes into the storage space, and then took out two RPGs and a row of warheads.
He hasn't bought this thing yet. It's similar to a machine gun and he can't use it for the time being.
Now, of course, I just took advantage of the situation and stole it.
He acted very quickly. It took him less than two minutes to wash everything he liked.
Then he stuffed the bodies of the two gangsters into two empty boxes, closed the lids, and Luke also put two boxes of bullets on top.
In a short period of time, no one will find their bodies, which will give him more time to act.
Quietly slipping out of the concrete room, he headed for the spot he had already chosen.
This is a building at one o'clock in the entire base. There is nothing special about it and it is quite inconspicuous.
This building is neither a defensive point nor a periphery. It is a bit remote and is close to a large area of weeds outside.
When he got here, Luke threw out a rope dart, pulled in a vigilant gangster outside the house, and knocked him to death.
Then he took out the raw materials from the storage space and quickly started to make makeshift weapons.
These were the materials he had obtained earlier at Dito Manor, specifically for his farm.
The materials were all readily available and his production was completed quickly.
Luke stuffed most of the homemade weapons back into the storage space, and carried the remaining dozen or so in his hands and walked to the back of the house.
This place is in the blind spot of the stronghold. Originally, the bandit was guarding here, but of course there is no one here now.
Luke placed a bunch of homemade weapons in front of him, then took a breath, picked up one, pulled out the ring of the grenade, and threw it out.
At a frequency of two per second, he quickly threw out more than a dozen homemade weapons in front of him.
He used enormous force and threw it to an astonishing height. The homemade weapon formed an arc like flowers scattered by a fairy and flew towards the weed fields in front of him.
When Luke threw the homemade weapon, a gangster who was on guard with a gun in front of a building in front of him suddenly felt something was wrong and subconsciously looked up: "Why do I feel like something is flying over our heads?"
Another gangster also looked over: "Where?"
But the homemade weapon that had passed over their heads had now fallen into the weed field, and they could no longer see it.
As soon as the two finished speaking, they heard a loud bang, and the first homemade weapon that was still in mid-air exploded.
Countless flames flew out with the explosion, splashing a huge meteor shower in the air, covering an area of more than ten meters.
Then there was a series of explosions and rain of fire, which quickly spread over the weed farm outside the stronghold.
The two gangsters were stunned.
In the stronghold, when the first explosion sounded, everyone fell silent involuntarily.
After a moment, everyone spoke subconsciously. Some were asking questions, some were shouting, and the stronghold was filled with noise.
Selina's voice rang out: "Martin and his men have dealt with the bandits who blocked the road and are speeding towards the base."
Luke smiled secretly in his heart: Now Martin has a chance.
Allowing Martin to attack a complete defense line of more than 300 people, even if the opponent is a group of amateur players, would be courting death.
The US military fighting overseas often says: Within ten minutes of firing, we have an absolute advantage. After ten minutes, it all depends on who has more people.
The meaning of this statement is very clear, that is, being outnumbered for a long time in battle is very fatal.
In a short period of time, firepower and personal strength can overwhelm numerical advantage.
But over time, even the most elite soldiers would not be able to withstand the constant influx of enemies.
Of course, this mainly refers to the team going out on missions, such as in Baghdad and Afghanistan.
Luke sneaked in without being exposed in order to create chaos.
His strength now far exceeds that of ordinary people, but if he wants to easily get rid of these bandits from the Dito Group, he cannot stand out so openly.
Hundreds of guns were fired at him, and even with basic self-healing and a bulletproof vest, he would still feel pain.
As expected, Martin did not give up on revenge and continued to kill him, giving Luke more room to maneuver.
While thinking, he released a box of grenades from the storage space, picked up one and weighed it in his hand: "When they get outside the base, remind me of the distance and range."
Selina: "They will be near the main entrance in a minute." This is a buffer time for him to prepare.
One minute, very quick.
"Martin and the others have stopped the car and are not moving forward for the time being," Selina reminded.
Luke chuckled and said, “The show is about to begin.”
As he said that, he pulled out the safety pin of the grenade and threw it hard towards the main gate.
Once he started throwing, he didn't stop.
At a frequency of two per second, he threw the box of grenades in front of him far away to various locations that had already been locked near the main gate.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
80! 80! 80! 80! Luke couldn’t help but repeat it in his mind.
A series of explosions sounded, flames and shrapnel flew everywhere, and the bandits gathered around the main gate suffered heavy losses.
Luke now turned into a human grenade launcher, accurately throwing grenades into the place where the bandits gathered.
In the stronghold, a large number of shrill screams and cries for help echoed.
Many bandits were killed in the explosion, and even more were half-dead. Their serious injuries made them unable to do anything but scream and call for help.
The gangsters in the stronghold were all panicked: Are we surrounded by the Mexican military? This is a shelling!
Luke threw grenades at an alarming frequency and with great accuracy, almost forming a string of explosions at various locations near the front door.
The noise was so terrifying that it gave these amateur gangsters the illusion that they were surrounded.
Luke didn't bother to pay attention to these guys, his performance had just begun.
After throwing out twenty grenades in one breath, he calmly looked around the stronghold.
Now, many people are running busily near the front gate, although they don't understand what they are running for.
In many places outside the stronghold, bandits could not help but open fire outside the stronghold, completely unaware that the previous attack came from within.
Luke quickly turned his attention away from the front door.
The guys there were so scared that few of them dared to gather together.