A moment later, the two gunmen who were on guard outside the house felt their throats tighten and were dragged into the bushes nearby.
Behind the bushes, Luke held an AK in his hand, checked the magazine, stood behind a palm tree, and stuck out the muzzle of the gun.
Bang bang bang bang!
Several dark shadows moving around in the room fell to the ground in an instant.
"He's in the back, in the back."
"He slipped out."
Luke pouted: I'm not stupid! If I'm not outside, am I still in the house to blow it up for you
The figure changed its angle in the bushes, and the AK fired two more bursts of fire, knocking down two bandits who had just come around the beach.
He muttered to himself, "Some ability."
Even though four or five of these guys were knocked down by the surprise attack, they did not scatter and flee. They still maintained basic rules in their actions, hiding themselves and covering each other.
These gunmen are not amateurs and have obviously received formal training.
Not as good as the best, but better than the worst.
After defining these guys in his mind, Luke disappeared into the darkness again.
Bang bang bang!
Suddenly, AK gunfire burst out from the other side of the house, knocking down two gunmen again.
The gunmen finally started to panic a little at this moment.
Before they even saw the shadow of their target, more than half of their companions were knocked down, which they had not expected before.
Moreover, they had no idea how many people there were on the other side.
"Cover each other and retreat to the left. There is shelter over there." ordered a leader.
The remaining six people did as they were told without hesitation.
The target is too obvious in this lonely little house, just like when they fired steel grenades into it before, standing here is a sitting duck.
Once they enter the surrounding environment, they can deal with each other.
The six people staggered their positions one by one and quickly rushed out through the flowers and plants at the side door.
They kept a distance of several meters from each other to avoid being attacked by everyone.
When the two leading men rushed to the bushes five or six meters away, the last two men just stepped out of the door.
Bang bang bang bang!
On the roof of the side door of the cabin, Luke looked down from above and shot each of the six men in the back from front to back.
He likes these players who run around everywhere the most. They are simply sitting ducks.
He jumped down from the roof lightly, and the AK in his hand swung left and right twice.
Bang! Bang!
He shot the two guys whose heads were not hit in the back of the head.
The remaining three had already been shot in the head, so they were spared this shot.
Only one guy who was shot in the leg was caught by him. He was the leader who gave the orders.
Dragging the guy to the porch, Luke crushed all twenty of his fingers one by one before he got the answer he wanted from this tough guy.
He took out a Nokia phone from the guy's pocket and looked up the call records: "Which one?"
The little leader said in a tearful voice: "The first one, it's the first one."
Luke nodded: "Tell your boss that the mission is complete and bring the body back immediately. Got it?"
The little leader nodded with difficulty.
You have to nod.
This monstrous man said that if he tried to play tricks, all the bones in his body would be stepped on and broken, and then he would be dragged behind a car to find his boss until he found him.
The little leader felt that it would be better to die immediately than to be dragged to death.
Under Luke's gaze, the little leader finished the call and looked at him pleadingly: "Can you please let me go?"
Luke nodded and stood up.
Bang!
"I missed the chance to break all your bones." He shrugged, threw away the AK in his hand, and took an M1911 and magazine from the little leader.
He threw a bunch of gunmen's bodies directly into the sea before going to pick up Vanessa.
Luke didn't have much in the cabin, but Vanessa's cell phone and personal belongings couldn't be thrown away.
In the messy little house, Vanessa, who was soaking wet, took off her only T-shirt and quickly wiped her body with a large towel.
Luke was getting dressed not far away and asked, "Will you wait for me in a safe place later?"
Vanessa turned her back to him, threw away the towel in her hand, put on a shirt, and then a pair of light purple tight pants, then turned around and glanced at him: "I also want to see who wants to kill me."
Luke had already dressed himself. Hearing this, he laughed dryly: "Actually, it might be aimed at me."
Vanessa sneered, "I booked this room. It doesn't look like their grenade was aimed at you alone."
Luke thought about it and felt the same way. He could only remind her: "Wait, you might meet an old friend."
Vanessa frowned, "Who?"
Luke walked over, took out a pair of shorts from the closet, hugged her and sat down, and put the pants on her from under her long legs: "You just hide over there and don't say anything."
Vanessa's frown deepened, but she said nothing more.
A few minutes later, the two got into one of the gunmen's cars and quietly left the cabin.
In another beach villa in Rio, the two were sitting opposite each other.
One of the smaller men said impatiently, "How long do we have to wait, Christo? It's been half an hour, and your men said they had killed them. Isn't it time to pay?"
The man named Christopher had long curly hair and a thick stubble. He wore a white shirt and trousers, and a pair of thin-framed gold-rimmed glasses. At first glance, he looked very gentle.
Hearing the words of the little man, he shook the glass in his hand: "Guardio, you know my habits. I never believe anything without seeing the real thing. So before I see the body of that man, you can't get even a cent from me."
Guardio frowned unhappily. "You don't want to go back on your word, do you, Cristo?"
Christophe's eyes were cold under his glasses. "I keep my word. It's only one million dollars. I don't feel bad. But I don't like others to lie to me."
Guardiola stood up suddenly: "Are you saying that I lied to you?"
Christo sneered: "I think Vanessa has been playing with you since childhood? You even told others that she was the woman you liked? How can you make me believe that it must be her and that man there?"
Guardiola's face was uncertain. He sat down slowly, grabbed the wine glass on the table, and took a big gulp.
Suddenly he started cursing, "That little bitch, I've been chasing her for so many years, and she hooked up with a gigolo in just a few days. If I hadn't found out her hidden card number, I wouldn't have known that she paid for the room. I can't swallow this!"
Christo's expression changed slightly, and he seemed to believe it a little.
Compared with some foreign pretty boys, Guardiola's appearance is worrying. It is no exaggeration to say that it has seriously lowered the average level of human appearance.
Of course, he didn't believe Guardiola's bullshit about the dream lover. He believed that it was a revengeful desire that he might as well destroy if he couldn't get it.