The two burly men beside the tattooed middle-aged man opened fire without hesitation, and the sound of gunfire rang out.
But at the moment they fired, Luke's figure suddenly moved sideways one meter, bent over and jumped out, just in time to squeeze out from between the tattooed middle-aged man and a burly man, and came behind them.
Luke snatched the M1911 from the tattooed middle-aged man, and without raising the gun, he simply turned the muzzle left and right.
Bang! Bang!
The two sturdy men's gun-holding hands only turned halfway before they dropped down, and each of them had an extra hole on his head.
Luke sighed again: "So, isn't it good to make money? Why do you have to fight and kill?" As he said this, the muzzle of the gun in his hand was raised.
The tattooed middle-aged man was sweating all over. Even though the hair on the back of his head was burned by the hot muzzle and gave off a burnt smell, he didn't dare to move.
"Yes, yes, we can talk, we can talk." He winked at the three people opposite him and suddenly jumped to the side.
The shirtless young man and another young man opposite raised their guns at the same time.
Bang! Bang!
A hole appeared in the middle of the two men's foreheads.
Luke curled his lips, lowered his arm, and pulled the trigger again.
Bang!
The tattooed middle-aged man who had just pounced next to him was shot in the butt. He immediately screamed, covered his butt, and rolled on the ground.
Luke looked at the door and saw a person there.
This was the only person in the room who didn't raise his gun, and the only person who didn't move from beginning to end: "Why didn't you do it?"
This person was actually the big boy who received the lollipop from Luke. Hearing this, his lips trembled a few times but he said nothing.
Luke chuckled, and moved the lollipop in his mouth from left to right, pushing up his right cheek a little: "You are smarter than them..."
As he spoke, flames once again spewed out of the muzzle of his lowered gun.
Bang!
The tattooed middle-aged man screamed even louder, but was shot in the knee by Luke.
"Only smart people can make the right choice at the right time. And your brain..." Luke squatted down and looked at the tattooed middle-aged man on the ground with a mocking face: "... not even as good as a child's."
The tattooed middle-aged man was sweating all over and groaning in pain, but he did not forget to beg for mercy intermittently: "Let me go, let me go, I will give you whatever you want."
Luke shook his head: "I told you you're stupid, but you still don't admit it. My request has always been there, why are you pretending not to hear it?"
Bang!
The tattooed middle-aged man screamed again, but the knee of his other leg was also broken.
Luke didn't let him struggle this time. He stepped on him, searched his body, found a magazine and replaced it: "Now I have seven bullets again. Do you think the next one should go to your left hand or right hand first? After that, I can still shoot your little Ding Ding..."
Having said this, he didn't even raise his head, but tilted his head and raised his gun.
Bang!
Two men who rushed in from the door with rifles fell backwards, also shot in the middle of the eyebrows.
The tattooed middle-aged man cried out in pain: "No, I'll tell you, I'll tell you. What do you want to know?"
Luke shook his head helplessly: "How did you survive to this day with this memory? Lisa Von, the Mexican female doctor, where is she!?!"
The tattooed middle-aged man did not hesitate this time: "Christo, it was Christopher's people who took her away."
"Where did you take it?" Luke asked, casually walking to the door, without even looking outside, twisting his wrist and sticking out the gun.
Bang bang bang!
"ah!"
"ah!"
Two screams and the sound of human bodies tumbling were heard. It turned out that two gangsters who had sneaked up were beaten and rolled down the stairs.
The tattooed middle-aged man watched Luke's every move and felt a chill in his heart.
Luke's every move was so relaxed and comfortable, he is definitely a professional!
He quickly replied: "I, I don't know..."
Bang!
“Ah~”
The tattooed middle-aged man struggled on the ground again, and Luke hit his right hand again: "Just tell me the answer, otherwise you will only die in more pain."
The tattooed middle-aged man was in despair. He didn't know much information, but he revealed all the news about Cristo's gang in just a few words.
Luke got the information he needed and raised his hand with his gun: "I'll give you a piece of advice. If you can do business well in your next life, don't rob people."
The tattooed middle-aged man pleaded: "Can you..."
Bang!
"Well, of course not!" Luke ended his question with action.
He grabbed the guns from the two sturdy men and searched the dead tattooed middle-aged man for the ten thousand US dollars. He smiled at the big boy who had been watching everything silently in the corner near the door.
"See? If you want to be a bad guy, you might meet me one day. And I like meeting bad guys the most." He stepped out of the room: "I wish you good luck in your life."
Bang!
Two screams were heard outside the house, and two more bandits who were approaching were knocked down.
Then there was a flurry of gunfire, and a moment later, someone outside was shouting, "Where's the man? Where did he go?"
"I didn't see it, I couldn't find it..."
"Go check on the boss..."
"Boss, Boss is dead. Mario and Sanchez are also dead, ah! They are all dead..."
The older boy in the corner watched as a group of people rushed in, surrounding the boss's body and shouting.
Looking at the boss with a happy head, the boy's mind flashed back to the boss's past glory, and a sentence seemed to ring in his ears again: I love meeting bad guys the most.
Along with these words, the face that had always been smiling seemed to appear again.
He shuddered involuntarily and quietly retreated from the noisy room.
After he stepped back a long way, he raised one hand, which held an unopened lollipop.
Just now, he didn't point the gun at Luke because of this lollipop.
It was also because of this lollipop that he became the only person alive in the house.
He raised the pistol in his other hand and listened to the noise coming from a house in the distance. After thinking for a while, he put the pistol behind his butt and quietly slipped back home.
While the group of people were panicking, Luke had already entered the building below through a gap between two small buildings.
He nimbly passed through the gaps between more than a dozen small buildings and cut horizontally into a "big" street.
The two-way bicycle lane is definitely a street in this slum.
When he jumped out of the gap in the small building, his movements immediately returned to normal and he leisurely followed a group of tourists who had just passed by.
The tour guide spoke Chinese and there were many Chinese people in the group, which made him feel quite friendly.
A few dozen meters away, the commotion over there was barely audible, but Luke was listening with great interest to the tour guide's explanation.
A middle-aged woman from the tour group next to them suddenly noticed Luke standing behind them and asked curiously, "You, don't seem to be from our group?"
Luke laughed.
The aunt looked at his cheerful smile, was stunned for a moment, and patted her forehead: "I forgot, you are a foreigner, you can't understand Chinese."