Seeing the posture of this group of gang members, the customers in the store hid in various corners silently without anyone urging them.
Kincaid looked at these people. "Looking for you?"
Luke: "Why not for you?"
Kincaid shrugged. "I don't seem to be pissing anyone off here."
Luke scoffed at this argument and raised his hand to draw two circles on his face: "Don't forget that person, whose face you stepped on like a tomato pizza, isn't it your fault?"
Kincaid nodded helplessly: "Okay, but you shot through the legs of three unlucky guys, and then you and your girlfriend killed the six people they went to seek revenge on. Isn't this much more excessive than me?"
Luke: "But that doesn't prove that these people are coming for me, right?"
"It's him, that white boy! He was the one who killed Ferenco and the others." Someone from the group opposite shouted.
A bunch of people pointed their guns at Luke.
Kincaid burst out laughing, and moved to the side: "It seems that this is your business."
What could Luke say but to make an international hand gesture to Kincaid.
"That bald guy is also in the same group. He just stepped on Samus' face." The same person shouted again.
Immediately, half of the gun was separated and aimed at Kincaid.
Luke smiled: "It seems that this is also your business. Half and half?"
Kincaid: "Well, let's get this done quickly. I still have to go talk to my wife."
"Your 'future' wife." Luke insisted on this.
As the two men taunted each other, the gangsters at the door became impatient: "Kill them."
Bang bang bang bang!
In the moment before the gangster opened fire, Luke leaped and rolled, hid behind the coffee table next to him, bent over and scurried to a corner, giving the other side a thumbs up: "Come on, Kincaid, I'm rooting for you."
"Haha, that's wishful thinking! Half each!" Jin Caide acted almost at the same time as Luke. He rolled over and hid behind the bar, curling his lips in disdain.
Luke shrugged. "Okay, deal."
The flying bullets smashed the wine cabinet and bar into pieces, and all kinds of wine and items flew everywhere.
At the same time, the corner of the wall on Luke's side was hit so hard that smoke and dust rose up and wall paint was splashed everywhere.
As the two men moved, the criminals subconsciously approached.
The guns in their hands were still firing wildly, and for a moment the entire space was filled with deafening gunfire.
Luke had already put two earphones into his ears, and the electronic sound pickup earphones blocked out the overly violent noise.
However, a group of gangsters were shooting while frowning, and their ears were a little sore.
He looked over at the bar and secretly praised it in his heart.
Kincaid is a cunning guy.
After jumping into the bar just now, he slipped away through the small door behind the bar and is now watching the show in a corner away from the bar.
Luke raised one hand from behind the corner and gave him two gestures, meaning "three, two, one, shoot together."
Kincaid gave an OK sign.
As Luke gestured a countdown, the gangsters' gunfire suddenly faded away.
These guys are extremely amateur and can't even guarantee the continuity of their firepower. More than half of the dozen or so people have emptied their magazines or are in the process of changing magazines.
Luke's countdown gesture was also completed just in time.
Luke and Kincaid pointed their guns out almost at the same time.
Bang bang bang bang!
The position where Kincaid and Luke were standing just happened to form a crossfire, and most of the gangsters at the intersection were instantly killed.
Luke didn't even bother to aim.
There was no need for him to show off his accurate shooting skills in front of Kincaid, because there was no need.
This group of idiotic bandits thought they had more numbers and more power. From the time they entered the door to the time they opened fire and until they ran out of bullets and moved closer, they did not even disperse their formation.
In such a small space, the dozen or so people were like a huge group of living targets.
Kincaid and Luke emptied the magazines of their pistols in an instant. Among the dozen or so gangsters, only three were lucky enough not to be shot. They were so scared that they hid aside.
Kincaid on the other side was changing the magazine while making a "go ahead" gesture to Luke.
Luke shrugged, changed the magazine half a second faster than the bald man, and ejected the gun again.
Bang bang bang bang!
The two gangsters who failed to dodge fell to the ground screaming, one was shot in the foot and the other was shot in the arm.
Snap! Snap!
Luke fired two shots at the two men's chest and changed the magazine again.
Over there, Kincaid clapped silently.
Luke raised his hand and made a "please" gesture.
Kincaid smiled, but did not show his head, just twisted his wrist and stuck out the gun.
Bang bang bang!
The last gangster was shot twice in the upper body and fell to the ground.
Luke also clapped his hands twice silently.
Kincaid did not fire these three shots randomly, but aimed them at the reflection of a mirror at the bar.
This is not something that ordinary shooters can do.
At this time, Luke changed the magazine again and stepped out.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!
He shot the gangsters who were still screaming on the ground in the chest one by one.
Then, without looking back, he fired two shots back.
Bang!
The last two bullets were not wasted. The bartender who was holding a rifle next to the bar and wanted to attack him was shot in the thigh first. When he lowered his head and screamed, he was shot again in the head.
These criminals came prepared, and it was of course the bartender who tipped off.
Luke also knew that this bar was the gang's territory, and the bartender was of course one of theirs.
No, he hasn't come back yet.
Bang!
Kincaid walked out from the side, raised his hand and pointed it at Luke... and a shot was fired from behind.
A guy who was hiding in the crowd and sneaking a gun at Luke had his head blown off.
Kincaid smiled and said, "You owe me your life."
Luke curled his lips, and suddenly swung the empty M1911 in his hand and smashed it out.
The gun spun and clanged in the face of a gunman on the other side who was aiming at Kincaid.
He shrugged. "It's even."
The two men behind were also in the same group as the bandits, but they were just hidden guys sitting among the guests and did not show up at the first time.
Now the two guys who wanted to shoot secretly were defeated, and no one with a gun appeared among the guests hiding in the corners.
Luke walked over, tiptoed, picked up the pistol from a gangster's hand, and walked back to the bar.
Kincaid was rummaging around at the bar at the moment. After a moment, he let out a "wow" and took out a bottle of red wine.
Luke looked at the label and was totally unimpressed: "Is this wine good?"
Kincaid curled his lips. "It's average, but at least it's authentic. The tequila that the bartender gave me just now was definitely a fake. It tastes terrible. Now use this bottle of wine to compensate me. I'm going to give it to Sonya later."
Luke picked up the can of juice on the bar. It was not easy for the can of juice to remain intact after so many gunshots were fired at it.
He took a sip leisurely before asking, "Sonia? Your future wife?"