The big man in the driver's seat was desperately giving orders on the walkie-talkie, but before he could make any move, his upper body exploded into a pool of blood.
Luke continued to move the muzzle of the gun, skipped over the old man Kandito, and continued to sweep.
Someone had no idea that he had just killed the key figure among the reinforcements, and he was completely immersed in the pleasure of the sprinkler truck.
The scorching metal storm did not stop. With the sound of boom, boom, boom, it plowed back and forth among the group of bandits in less than ten seconds.
Except for three or five people who were quick-eyed and moved quickly enough to lie down and crawl away a second or two in advance, the remaining forty or so bandits were beaten to pieces by this violent attack.
The horrible booming sound finally stopped.
The convoy was in a mess. The driver's seats of five cars were shot through, only half of the machine gunner was left, and the people hiding behind the cars were not spared.
The three or five bandits who were not hit were mentally broken and they were crying and crawling among the blood, flesh and body parts all over the ground.
Clang! The heavy M2 machine gun fell to the ground with a dull sound.
Luke smiled silently, twisted his wrists, and shouted in his heart: This is really awesome! Awesome!
Ten minutes to reload, ten seconds of happiness!
The joy of a sprinkler truck is truly well-deserved.
After stretching his wrists, he casually pulled out the M1911 he had just snatched from the holster on his leg.
Bang bang bang bang!
The heads of the several gangsters who were crying and crawling all exploded.
As he walked, Luke slowly took out a magazine and replaced it, then disappeared into the shadow of the house next to him.
On the opposite side, Martin and Roger’s eyes were about to pop out.
That's the Browning M2 heavy machine gun! It's a big thing that weighs nearly 80 kilograms when it's empty! It's good enough for an ordinary person to be able to hold it steady.
Firing it in your hand? Only some bored gun enthusiasts have tried this.
Even if you add a sling so that the body bears most of the gun's weight, after three shots the bullets will just plow the ground.
In the face of such heavy weapons, it is almost impossible to suppress the gun.
As they had just seen, anyone who could empty a belt of bullets in one breath and still maintain a steady trajectory was definitely not a human.
Martin suddenly felt that there must be something wrong with the world.
He was confident in his marksmanship, but he lost in the heavy machine gun battle... No wonder!
This is a vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun, and it was not designed to be held in the hands.
Roger finally closed his jaw, which was about to be dislocated, and muttered, "This guy is imitating me."
Martin: “Huh?”
"The line he just said was obviously learned from me," said Roger.
Martin: “…Yes, maybe he and you are both African American.”
Roger: "Are you discriminating against my skin color?"
Martin: "I'm praising you for your physical strength. You can carry a heavy machine gun and fire."
Roger: "... No, I can't even lift an M249. I'm an old man."
The two chatted with each other and finally calmed down their shock.
No one dared to come near.
The scene of heavy machine guns clearing the area just now was so horrifying.
In fact, the big man who was killed by Luke in the SUV was the instructor of Dito's armed personnel. He was an American and a retired Marine.
He came here for money.
For the money, he stayed here forever.
People die for money, this is an eternal truth.
Having crushed the Dito Group's last straw, Luke carried out the final cleanup work in the base.
When he saw someone running, he would shoot them.
He did not chase after those who escaped, but only reminded Selina through the intercom system: "Pay attention to the scattered bandits, and don't let them get ambushed."
Selina has a car, and the fleeing criminals might rob it when they see it.
"Don't worry, I found a good place to hide." Selina said, "But, are you sure we don't run quickly?"
Luke chuckled, raised his hand and fired two shots, killing two bandits who were running past him with guns.
He retreated into the room behind him, walked through the hall, opened the back door and kicked out, kicking a gangster who was hiding by the door and trembling in the face: "You have to believe in the strength of the Mexican police. I promise that they will not come here before we leave."
Selena: …
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Luke once again entered the armory and looted a large amount of ammunition he liked, such as several boxes of loaded ammunition belts.
The pleasure of the volley of bullets just now is not something that an assault rifle can give.
His strength far exceeds that of an average person, so using a rifle or a pistol feels almost the same, light and fluttery with little recoil.
However, the M2 heavy machine gun just now allowed him to regain the feeling of shooting for the first time.
In addition to the ammunition belt, he also cleared out the ammunition from the RPG.
Finally, he placed a large piece of plastic x medicine inside and walked out.
"What are they doing, Martin?" he asked.
Selina: "Martin and Roger are...arguing? It seems that they have a little disagreement because of Dito."
Luke was surprised: "What do you mean?"
Selina: "I don't know, but I think Roger wants to take Dito back."
Luke chuckled, "He is indeed a cunning old man."
As long as Dito is brought back, this guy has a lot of things in his hands, which can give Roger and Martin room to maneuver.
Just for the money this guy has, someone will definitely be willing to save Roger and Martin.
The trouble the two of them caused this time was quite big, and Roger might have taken this into consideration.
But Martin's wife and children all died at the hands of Dito, so how could he be willing to let this archenemy go
It cannot be said that Roger is not righteous.
He is an old man, but he accompanied his partner Martin to Mexico to chase and beat up dozens or even hundreds of people. This loyalty is definitely enough.
As Luke walked, he found a weed warehouse and poured a bucket of gasoline on it. Then he lit a lighter, threw it out and turned away.
Behind him, flames burst forth, engulfing a large warehouse filled with finished weeds.
"Luke, Roger seems to have convinced Martin. Now Martin has gone to the car. Dito... is still alive."
Luke shook his head speechlessly, ran more than ten meters, and looked at where Martin and the other man were, about thirty meters away from him.
He could see Roger, with his back to him, handcuffing Dito-Flores.
Looking at this situation, Luke couldn't help but mutter, "Martin, you are useless even though I gave you the chance!"
The m1911 in the holster was pulled out instantly, swung hard, and arc shooting started!
Bang!
Over there, Roger, who had just breathed a sigh of relief and handcuffed Dito, saw that suddenly a ball of blood burst out of Dito's temple in front of him, and he fell to the ground with a thud like a puppet with its strings cut.
Roger was stunned: "Wth!"
Martin heard the gunshots and immediately got out of the car.
Looking at the stunned Roger and then at Dito whose head was already exploded, he felt extremely complicated.
He seemed to be angry, happy, and a little relieved, but also felt unwilling and lost.