The prisoner robbers were caught off guard by the sudden attack from both sides.
Of the two men below, the one in the lead had erratic movements and precise and skillful shooting, and he could take down a bandit with just one or two shots.
The policewoman’s shooting skills aren’t that amazing, but she’s still competent as the fire cover for the lead shooter.
But it is too much for a certain professional black-shooter who hides on the rooftop and steals heads from a high position.
He emptied Locke's first magazine in three seconds. The seventeen bullets blew up the heads of seven gangsters and the chests and abdomens of eight gangsters.
Then, after the last bullet in the first magazine was fired, he pressed the release button, inserted the magazine that had been prepared in his left hand instantly, pressed the reset button, and reset the slide.
A series of gunshots rang out again.
The gangsters downstairs are not rookies, but experienced mercenaries.
After several of their companions fell, they realized that the gunshots came from the wrong location, and several people raised their guns and fired indiscriminately at the upper floors.
Luke was very calm.
He had already located the approximate locations of these bandits, and now half of them were dead, so the remaining ones who posed the greatest threat were given priority.
This is a game of who is faster.
As long as Luke can move the muzzle of each gangster's gun to his position a little faster than he can, he can take the initiative in every shootout.
Once he has the upper hand, it will be difficult for him to lose in a shootout within 20 meters.
As the six gangsters raised their guns and fired randomly upwards, Luke fired two bullets at each of them at the speed at which each of their guns moved.
As soon as the six gangsters fell, the gunfire on the street immediately became sparse, and the two people who broke out of the prison van also rushed into the alley next to them.
However, perhaps because the leader's steps were too aggressive, Luke did not release the trigger when one of the gangsters he knocked down fell to the ground, and a stray bullet was inexplicably fired.
The man had half of his body entered the alley, but the last half of his calf was shot. He let out a scream, cursing "Ma Re Fa Ke", and rolled into the alley.
Luke was speechless even from the rooftop. What bad luck! He got shot with only half of his leg left? Luckily it wasn't the knee.
But this man was no ordinary person. He stood up while dragging his injured leg, and with a backhand sweep, he knocked down two approaching bandits. Even with his limping posture, he still looked very cool, and he slipped away decisively.
The policewoman also retreated into the alley and ran after him.
Luke emptied the magazine in one breath without stopping, knocked down four gangsters who were trying to approach the alley, put away his pistol and ran away.
He likes to do good things without leaving his name, so let the British police officers take the credit themselves.
After circling the alley several times and walking nearly a kilometer, he stood at the foot of a circular apartment building, easily jumped up using the wall, grabbed the fire escape on the second floor, and climbed to the fifth floor.
After stepping over two window sills that were less than ten centimeters apart, Luke grabbed the edge of the third window and stuck his head out.
Someone inside was saying impatiently, "Don't bother with that damn phone call. Duhovich knows our line. It can only be that there is a mole in Interpol. Now I need someone to treat my injuries. You need help. Remember, it has to be an outsider."
Luke listened outside the window for a moment, then laughed and knocked on the window glass.
The two people in the house immediately pointed their guns at him.
They both looked surprised when they saw a big smiling face and a waving hand outside the window.
The policewoman was a little at a loss.
Firing a shot would easily attract the police, and the other party did not attack first, so she subconsciously glanced at the person next to her.
The other man held up his gun, frowning as he stared at the face for a moment before he spoke: "Honduras?"
Outside the window, Luke's smile became even brighter: "How is your future wife?"
As soon as the question came out, the man's mouth twitched, but he put down the gun: "Let him in, he is not Duhovich's man."
The policewoman was surprised: "Are you serious? Do you know how many assassins and mercenaries Duhovich hired to kill you?"
And this guy hanging outside the window looks like a killer! She muttered in her heart, but under the gaze of the two people inside and outside the window, she still hesitated and opened the window.
After opening the window buckle, she immediately stepped back away from the window. Although she did not raise the gun in her hand, she remained in a posture ready to attack at any time.
Luke opened the window himself and came in.
He first nodded to the alert female police officer: "Hello, beautiful lady, what is your name?"
Policewoman: “Shouldn’t you speak first?”
Luke shrugged. "Just call me coolbirds."
Policewoman: "Roselle!"
Then his eyes turned to the person sitting on the sofa: "Long time no see, you haven't been doing well these days, Kincaid."
At this moment, the person on the sofa has taken off his black knitted hat, revealing a big black bald head with the tattoo of a dead tree and a crow still on it.
When he heard the name Luke called out, he curled his lips and confirmed again that he had not recognized the wrong person.
Cool Bird is the name of the bar where he met his wife Sonya, and it is in Honduras.
On the day he met his wife Sonya, there was a young man sitting next to him, and the two of them teamed up to beat up a gang in the bar.
Although he didn't know the young man's background, and the young man's face didn't look right, Jin Caide was clear about his own situation.
If he fights this young man now, he will definitely lose.
Luke pulled over a chair and a stool nearby and gestured.
Kincaid consciously put his shot right leg on it.
As Luke took something out of the backpack on his back, he said, "You walked too arrogantly, and it really didn't end well. If you were willing to crawl on the ground with your butt sticking up, you wouldn't have been shot, right?"
Kincaid's mind raced, and he suddenly realized, "Just now... was it you?"
As soon as he said this, the policewoman Roselle, who was a few meters away, was so scared that she immediately pointed the gun in her hand at Luke.
When she heard this, she thought Luke was the one who shot Kincaid.
Luke didn't even look at her. He put on rubber gloves slowly and smiled as he cut open one of Kincaid's trouser legs with a pair of scissors. "I'll remind you, don't say anything without evidence."
But Kincaid understood it in his heart.
No wonder when he rushed out of the prison van, someone attacked the bandits at the same time, and the shooting skills were extremely sharp.
He was in a hurry to break out and run away, so he had no time to stand in the middle of the road and look up.
But as an experienced man, he was still amazed by the shooting skills of the man on the roof.
It's not as easy as it is in the movies to hit the target with a gun.
In actual combat, the shooter needs to control his own state, and the opponent is not a fixed target. A hit rate of 20-30% is excellent.
Now that Luke has appeared, and thinking back to the scene of the bandits falling down like wheat being cut, there is nothing Kincaid doesn't understand.