Luke did not kill these mercenaries.
This is a busy square, and a dead person could easily cause psychological trauma to the children.
After firing four shots, the front of the Harley Fatboy tilted and went around the side. Only the mercenary holding his legs and screaming outside the car attracted curious passers-by.
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"You know, I told her today that I forgive her."
"Hey, few women want to be forgiven, because that makes them feel like they made a mistake."
The chatterbox duo continued to bicker.
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Luke hummed a song while pulling the trigger: "I want know what love is, I want you show me..."
Puff! Puff!
Two mercenaries who were sitting on chairs were shot in the back by him, and they immediately fell on their buttocks and screamed.
The Harley Fat Boy slightly accelerated, got close to an SUV, and slid past at a constant speed.
Puff puff puff!
The news of the attack had been received, and two mercenaries who were opening the car door were beaten and rolled into the car, and the driver in the driving seat was also shot.
Another black SUV started up, and the mercenaries on it obviously intended to move to reduce the possibility of being attacked.
Luke fired two shots, blowing up the rear wheel on one side of the SUV. The car suddenly tilted, broke the railing with a bang, and fell into the river.
Looking at the three mercenaries who were struggling after climbing out of the car, Luke fired three shots, hitting them on the shoulders.
The three unlucky guys screamed, gulped down a bellyful of yellow-green river water, and then floated up with difficulty.
There were some enthusiastic people nearby who wanted to rescue them, but they saw three people rushing towards the shore waving guns in their hands.
A large number of enthusiastic people immediately scattered, and many of them took out their mobile phones to call the police while running.
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"Yes, I want to forget about Kurosawa..."
"What? Wait, which Kurosawa?"
"Takashi Kurosawa, my client. Russell leaked Kurosawa's schedule, causing him to be ambushed and assassinated..."
“Uh~hahahaha!”
"What's so funny?"
"Hahahaha, I was the one who killed Kurosawa. At the airport, right? He wasn't my target originally, but your Land Rover convoy was too conspicuous, so I took a look and recognized the arms dealer at first sight, so I shot him."
"What?"
"Three hundred meters away, through a window the size of a C cup, bang! Because of this shot, I made some extra money. I thought you knew I killed him!"
The chatterbox duo is still arguing.
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Luke also laughed out loud.
What is the most tragic thing in the world
For Michael, perhaps he always thought he was a victim, but in the end he found out that he had wronged his beautiful and hot girlfriend because of a non-African guy, and all his money, career and girlfriends were ruined.
Luke was laughing so happily that he had to adjust himself for a moment before his Harley Fat Boy caught up with an SUV that was circling the edge of the square.
Puff puff puff puff!
The mercenary in the SUV screamed in pain after being hit by a barrage of bullets.
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"Ah~ Why are you hitting my face?" A non-African also screamed.
"Let's break up!" a security guard roared.
The chatterbox duo's argument is over.
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At this moment, the square finally became a little chaotic.
Luke defeated more than twenty mercenaries in one go.
Although no one was killed, these guys were shot and were found bleeding after screaming. Some were also found with guns. Enthusiastic people immediately notified the police. The timid ones pulled their friends and ran away, and told others to leave quickly.
Both the mercenaries and Interpol knew that Kincaid treated his wife very well and would not abandon her and run away alone.
Therefore, both parties deployed personnel near the detention center, waiting for the bald man to come and rescue his wife.
Now, Luke, who was good at gaining experience points, intervened and directly exposed the mercenaries to the sight of Interpol.
The mercenaries who were shot by someone found it difficult to escape and were caught by Interpol one after another.
However, Michael, who was so angry that he felt dizzy, didn't care about this. After coming out of the clock tower, he sat down in an open-air bar not far away.
"Give me two shots of vodka!"
"Do you know how hard I worked? I prepared everything and didn't want to make any mistakes. In the end, it was ruined by that damn bullet and a window as big as a C cup." Michael gritted his teeth and measured the size of a C cup with his hands. His twitching fingers seemed to want to crush something.
The bartender in front of him shrank back unconsciously, covering his chest with his hands.
Drunkards are not uncommon, and drunkards who grope men's breasts are even more uncommon! This is the Netherlands, this is Amsterdam.
When a man harasses another man, that is harassment recognized by the law.
Luke looked at the mercenaries around the square who were already unable to hold back and said helplessly: "How many people did Duhovich find to silence us? There must be more than fifty people."
Even though he had eliminated more than thirty mercenaries, when Kincaid walked out of the clock tower, there were still several mercenaries approaching from the surroundings.
Forget it, let's keep it simple and rough! Anyway, Duhovich and Kincaid will take the blame. Someone made the easiest decision in his mind.
Bang bang bang!
Luke had just made up his mind when a mercenary who was impatient was even more brutal than him. He pulled out his gun and fired at Kincaid who was more than ten meters away.
I hate you mercenaries the most. You have no technical skills at all! Muttering in his heart, the muzzle of the gun under Luke's armpit made two popping sounds again.
This rough mercenary was dealt with more easily.
But once the simple and rough battle began, the square fell into chaos.
Several mercenaries who were still approaching no longer hid, pulled out their guns and started shooting at Kincaid.
The sudden and intense gunfire scared the people in the square. Some of them ran around, some hid behind cover, and some shouted for the police.
Sirens sounded everywhere.
Interpol and the Amsterdam police already had a plan in place and it was being put into use immediately.
Unfortunately, their level was far inferior to that of the mercenaries. When they arrived at two cars, the mercenaries broke their car windows and crashed them to the side of the road.
Kincaid was beaten and fled away by four or five mercenaries armed with submachine guns.
He is a good shooter, but he can't withstand the fire from 20 or 30 meters away. At this distance, it is difficult for a pistol to compete with a submachine gun.
This old fellow rushed out while crouching, and he never hesitated when he needed to hide.
Under the cover of various cover, he ran more than ten meters and jumped onto a speedboat by the river. Saying "soryy", he dragged the driver up and threw him to the shore. He stepped on the accelerator and the speedboat rushed out.
Kincaid killed countless people, but he never attacked innocent people, and he certainly didn't want to start a fight in this crowded square.
He would take the people in the square into consideration, but the mercenaries would not.
The speedboat created a large amount of white foam on the river water and sped away.
Many of Amsterdam's rivers are just small canals, with the two sides about ten meters apart. Speedboats can neither go fast nor completely avoid shooting from the roads along the river.
When the mercenaries found that Kincaid had escaped, they did not give up and drove after him.