Luke listened to the song quietly.
Unexpectedly, the old man sang the song well.
He sang it with a smile, but how much blood and tears were involved in it can only be experienced personally.
It's a pity for this old guy to be a killer! He should be a talk show host or a singer! Luke commented in his heart.
The vehicle drove westward in the dark towards the ferry crossing at the seaside.
The country road was silent at night, and Kincaid, tired of singing, fell asleep.
No matter how tough this old guy is, he can't withstand the fatigue caused by blood loss.
Luke sat quietly in the back seat, but suddenly his expression changed. He moved his body slightly and looked at the rear of the car through the rearview mirror.
"We've got company," he said.
Michael looked in the side mirror: "How do you know?"
Luke: "Don't speed up suddenly, slow down a little bit, this is not a car chase movie."
Michael: “Are you sure?”
Luke pulled out the gun from his armpit: "It's just an SUV, with at most five people. There are no police here."
Michael hesitated only slightly, but still did as he was told.
He didn't see much of Luke's moves, but they were clean and neat, and no worse than his.
It is best to resolve your worries and then move on.
Michael kept an eye on the car chasing him from behind, but he still asked quietly, "Not Kincaid?"
He could defeat the opponent without Kincaid, but he was afraid that the bald man who was sleeping with his head tilted back would be killed in the crossfire.
Luke: "It's okay. Wouldn't you feel relieved if he died? Otherwise he would keep teaching you the Thirty-Six Stratagems of Love."
Michael: “…”
He felt that compared to getting back the 3A rating, it was more acceptable to endure the heartbreaking words of a certain black bald head.
Luke quietly lowered the car window and lowered his body slightly, just using the rearview mirror to observe the car behind.
Following his reminder, Michael slowly reduced the speed of the car without alerting the other party.
The gangsters weren't stupid either. They were just moving slightly faster than Michael's car, behaving like a normal car driving at night.
Luke could only smile and say nothing.
He had seen this car when he was evacuating the safe house. The people on it had obvious mercenary temperament, and it happened to choose the same route in the middle of the night.
Luke spoke up and reminded softly, "You count down, and when you finish, brake suddenly."
Michael understood immediately and started counting: "Fifteen, fourteen..."
Luke: ... You idiot, can't you count backwards from five? Even ten would be fine.
Of course he understood that Michael's countdown was actually the time the two vehicles were close together.
"Eight, seven..."
Luke has confirmed the license plate of this car again, it is the one outside the safe house.
"Three, two..."
Luke's feet pressed against the backrest of the driver's seat, and his body rose a little.
"one!"
Crunch!
With a sudden brake sound, the Mercedes-Benz slowed down sharply, but remained stable without skidding or overturning.
Michael's driving skills were also quite good. He knew how to create the best shooting conditions for Luke, so his braking was sudden but not abrupt.
Luke stood up due to inertia, and without moving the muzzle of the Glock, he pulled the trigger at the black SUV passing by the window.
In the passenger seat and back seat of the right SUV, three burly men with guns didn't have time to react before a barrage of bullets fired from the front to the back, and each of them was hit by more than two bullets in the head and upper body.
Luke exclaimed, "There's something wrong with that driver."
During the shooting just now, he did not let go of the driver, but the driver's body slid down instantly and the shot missed him.
Michael stopped the car steadily. "How did they track us? I deliberately chose the west route because I didn't want to be blocked by them in the east tunnel."
Jin Caide said in a lazy non-African accent: "Surveillance. There was surveillance there when you stole the car."
Michael shook his head and said, "Impossible. I drove east for a while and then went back west."
Luke: "You two, now is the moment to witness a miracle. Can you please show some respect to the driver?"
The two chatterboxes in front also noticed that the driver of the black SUV came out from the side of the road and was staggering towards them.
Kincaid: "I don't have a gun, please do as you please."
Michael: "I'm a security guard, not a killer."
Luke curled his lips and said, "This driver is not a human being either!"
As he spoke, the Glock in his hand fired continuously.
The driver who was staggering towards me suddenly accelerated, and his movements were almost invisible in the dark.
"Wth!?" The two chatterboxes shouted almost in unison.
The driver's movements were almost leaving an afterimage. This speed was definitely not something a normal person could achieve.
Luke slowly replaced the magazine in his Glock.
The driver, who was approaching from left to right, suddenly stopped, felt his body with both hands, jumped repeatedly, and screamed: "Ahh! Why do you always hit me?"
The chatterbox duo also noticed that this guy had seven or eight bullet holes on his upper body and was bleeding profusely.
What was strange was that even though he was hit by so many bullets in the chest and abdomen, and the wounds were still bleeding, the driver was still full of energy, jumping and screaming in pain.
Thinking of what Luke said, Michael raised his gun.
Bang bang bang!
He emptied the magazine, and instead of looking at his results, he turned his head to look at the side of his head: "wtf?!"
Kincaid was holding a gun in his hand, leaning against his head.
But Michael blocked his shot.
Kincaid slapped him in the face: "Don't block me! You couldn't even hit him with your poor shooting skills!"
Bang bang bang!
Kincaid's magazine emptied quickly.
Michael sat up and began to taunt, "Wow, it seems your shooting skills are pretty bad too."
Kincaid: "… I hit him three times, and you only hit him twice. I hit him in the chest and abdomen three times, and you hit his arm once. I said you have a bad shooting skill, right?"
Luke was speechless. He didn't bother to deal with the two guys and pushed the door open to get out of the car.
At this moment, the unlucky driver with more than a dozen bullet holes on his body was full of disbelief: "Impossible, how could you all hit me?"
Luke didn't answer, but he laughed in his heart.
Even if I am not counted, Kincaid and Michael are also guys with good fighting ability among ordinary humans, and their level of firearms use is far beyond that of ordinary people.
This driver relied on his speed to avoid all bullets, but he really underestimated others.
His speed was not enough to dodge bullets, and he lacked the skills of gun fighting, so it was normal for him to be shot.
Luke swung his right hand and a telescopic baton was opened, and he walked towards the driver who was riddled with bullet holes.
The driver bared his teeth, howled, and pounced forward.
The chatty duo also pushed the door and got out of the car. Michael quickly said, "Wow, wow, I think why don't we sit down and talk first?"