Does Luke need to save Dominic and the others? It seems... not necessary.
Whether the gang's robbery went ahead or not, he would eliminate an important branch of Hernan's criminal group.
The presence or absence of this group of people has little impact on his actions.
Thinking of this, he slowed down the accelerator, turned the steering wheel, turned an intersection, and saw three cars suddenly speeding towards him from the opposite direction.
Luke was familiar with these three vehicles, having seen them several times in the past few days, especially the armored Hummer in the middle.
This is the car that the bald FBI Hobbs drives, and Dominic and his four unlucky guys are in this car.
Luke shrugged and continued on his way.
The two parties quickly passed each other.
But just after the two sides passed each other by several dozen meters, Luke heard a loud bang.
He immediately glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that in a ball of fire, the leading one of the three FBI vehicles was blown into the air.
On the roof not far away, a man was holding an RPG launcher in his hand, surrounded by smoke and dust from the launch.
"This has to be a joke!" Luke muttered, quickly putting on a hood, then a double-layer bulletproof vest and a bulletproof helmet.
He placed an AK next to him and carried two magazines on his body.
Hobbs's group consisted of six people in three cars.
They came from regular troops, and the bandits numbered less than twenty, so they were easily wiped out.
There would be no small number of bandits who dared to attack them.
Sure enough, just as Luke was changing his equipment, he saw in the rearview mirror a large number of bandits emerging from both sides of the street and opening fire.
They shot crazily at the two cars behind from corners, windows, rooftops, and behind cars.
Luke looked at the second car, which was also the strongest armored Humvee, and stopped. He cursed, "Damn it."
The smartest thing for this Hummer to do is to rush out directly. As long as it is not hit directly by the RPG, it can completely withstand the shooting from the rifles.
However, it stopped, and the car behind it also stopped, so that the two cars were blocking the first car that was hit by the rocket and turned over.
They wanted to rescue their teammates, which was a commendable but extremely dangerous choice.
“Damn it!” Luke cursed again, his hands moving quickly: “My new car!”
As he spoke, he turned the steering wheel and rumbled up the speed of the car.
At this moment, there was another whoosh, and the second rocket was fired out and hit the SUV behind.
The FBI members who were fighting back desperately were suddenly blown away by the scattered air waves.
Looking at this situation, Luke could only hope that the FBI wouldn't be too unlucky.
This team of FBI subconsciously chose the armored Humvee as cover and did not face the explosion directly. Luckily they all survived.
In less than ten seconds, the bandits, who had gained the upper hand through surprise attack and firepower advantage, saw another black armored Hummer approaching.
It was moving at an incredible speed, swaying left and right on the street, with an AK sticking out of the driver's window also firing wildly.
Some of the bandits who were firing on the roadside were forced back by the flying bullets, especially a guy with an RPG, who was the first to be shot dead.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
On the left side, several gangsters who were firing from the rooftop fell down screaming.
Rushing through this road like crazy, the black armored Hummer did a tailspin and the AK's tail flame moved.
Bang bang bang!
The last few bullets blew the head off a brave warrior who dared to stand up again with his RPG.
Anyone who dares to blow up my new car will die! Luke was furious.
At this moment, the black Hummer just did a tailspin, completed a turn on the spot, stepped on the accelerator, and rumbled back again.
Sitting in the driver's seat, he opened fire crazily again and emptied the remaining half of the magazine.
Four or five gangsters on the right side fell down screaming, some fell into the rooftop, and some fell from the upper floors, looking very messy.
Many people were shouting, but no one knew who was shouting what.
Over there, the bald FBI Hobbs was one of the people shouting: "Damn it, Wilkes! If you're still alive, make a sound."
"Boss, cough cough, I'm still alive, but at least two ribs are broken." A young Asian man spat out bloody saliva with difficulty and leaned behind a car on the side of the road.
Hobbes felt a little relieved. The injury was not light, but at least he would not die immediately.
"Mike, how are you?" he called again.
A strong Latino man was lying on the ground. He raised his head and said, "It's okay. I'm not going to die."
Hobbs gritted his teeth and said, "Get up, kill the guys around here before the Hummer gets blown up into the sky."
In this kind of small street surrounded by buildings, vehicles will become sitting ducks when encountering RPGs. They are a lesson for us.
Luke had already rushed to a place not far from them, opened the door and got out of the car.
He did not rush to show up, but opened the car door and got out, while replacing a new magazine for the AK.
The criminals showed up again.
This time their luck was not so good.
The hit rate of Luke who stands still with both feet and holds the gun with both hands, and that of Luke who fires with one hand in a speeding car are completely different things.
To Luke, these gangsters that emerged from the buildings one after another were all moving in slow motion.
He even had time to plan out the simplest and most efficient shooting route in his mind, and then shoot down the bandits who showed up along this route one by one.
Bang bang bang bang!
Five bullets, like a line-up shooting, five gangsters fell down one after another.
Luke then turned to the hood of the car.
Bang bang bang!
The three gangsters at the street corner diagonally in front of the car said nothing as their heads exploded.
Bang! Bang!
The gangsters on the second floor of the building behind the four cars fell backwards.
Luke had only encountered two opponents who could compete with him at a distance of no more than thirty meters.
He still held the gun up, moved to the side of Hobbs's khaki armored Hummer, and patted the door: "Hey, come out and save people."
After a moment, the car door opened and a female police officer pointed a gun at Luke vigilantly.
Luke didn't even look at her: "You guys hurry down and get the injured FBI into the car."
The carriage was quiet and four people got off quickly.
Their handcuffs had all been opened. Luke glanced at the policewoman and said nothing.
The bald man Dominic narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who are you?"
Luke waved his hand and said, "Let's save him first. You don't want to be blamed for murdering a police officer, do you? This is an FBI agent."
Everyone was speechless and moved faster, quickly carrying the five injured FBI officers out from the side and putting them into the yellow Hummer.
Just as they were moving the wounded, Luke fired several bursts of shots with the AK in his hand, and several remaining gangsters who showed up were shot in the head before they could even see their faces.
For a moment, except for the noise of burning vehicles on the street and the low groans of some bandits around, this section of the street became quiet.
Everyone couldn't help but speed up their actions and quickly got everything done.
Luke looked at the bald FBI Hobbs who was standing next to the car with a gun on guard: "How are you injured? Do you need me to take you to the airport?"