The police did not give up and chased after the mercenary's car.
For a time, the romantic city streets were filled with gunshots and sirens, chaos and car accidents.
Luke was not in a hurry either.
It's not easy for old guy Kincaid to die, safety first.
The SUV that was lagging behind the mercenary came from behind. He reached out to the storage rack at the rear of the motorcycle and raised a powerful weapon hidden in a leather holster in his hand.
Bang! Boom!
As he accelerated past the car, the powerful weapon in his hand sprayed the other car's front windshield.
There was a large scratch on the front windshield of the SUV, blood splattered on the driver's seat, and the front of the car broke through the guardrail and fell into the river.
Luke exclaimed, "This is so awesome!"
The powerful weapon in his hand swung in the air, and with a click, the empty shell was ejected, and the motorcycle just happened to get to the front of the second SUV.
Bang! Boom!
The mercenary driving the second SUV also followed suit, with bullet holes all over the windshield and his face shaped like a pockmarked funnel.
A bearded mercenary in the passenger seat reacted quickly and grabbed the steering wheel, preventing the SUV from losing control.
The weapon in Luke's hand turned again, with the muzzle raised.
The bearded mercenary's expression changed drastically, his hands loosened, and he shrank under the center console.
Bang! Boom!
The passenger side windshield was also shattered, and the SUV did a rapid tailspin and rolled over to the ground with a loud bang.
Luke glanced at the guy in the passenger seat, pouted, and walked away.
This weapon of his is just a small toy that he likes. It can only hold seven bullets. It would be a waste to use it on people. It is best to take a taxi.
If there are four mercenaries in an SUV, then one seven equals seven, two seven equals eighteen... Ugh!
Luke managed to regain his composure.
Although these mercenaries were not bad, none of them were very powerful individually, and they were not as rigorous as regular troops who advanced in stages and attacked in turns. It was difficult for him to take them seriously.
The front of the car turned, and the Harley Fat Boy cut diagonally through an alley. When it rushed out, it did a tailspin and stuck to the passenger side of the third SUV.
The powerful weapon in Luke's hand just turned another circle and was raised horizontally.
The mercenary in the passenger seat had a look of horror on his face and suddenly shrank his head.
Bang!
The mercenary felt a little pain in his scalp, but when he saw his companion in the driver's seat bleeding from his chest, he couldn't help but feel relieved.
As a result, a hand reached in through the broken car window, grabbed the gun belt, pulled him out of the car, and dragged him forward on the ground.
The mercenary made a roar and waved his hands wildly, trying to get rid of the gun belt.
But Luke had strangled his neck with the gun belt and twisted it, so he couldn't pull it free.
The mercenary's butt was rubbing wildly on the uneven brick street, his eyes were almost white, and Luke swung his gun belt and smashed his head against the roadside railing, with the guy half hanging on it.
Throwing away the extra garbage, Luke continued to chase after him.
As a result, there were bursts of gunfire, causing things around him to explode. It turned out that the police officers in two police cars were shooting at him.
Luke was amazed: These policemen are really excellent, they beat anyone they see!
He decisively turned the front of the car, and the Harley Fat Boy rushed across a small bridge and followed the mercenary SUV on the opposite side.
After catching up with the SUV at a bend, he fired a shot at the car window, forcing it to swerve into the river. The Harley Fat Boy suddenly accelerated, lifted the front of the car, rushed onto the hood of a car, used the force to soar high from the roof of the car, and rushed to the center of a small bridge.
There, a mercenary was taking out an RPG and aiming at the oncoming speedboat.
The bald man on the speedboat had his eyes wide open, his nostrils flared, and his breathing stopped for a moment.
Hiding from this thing in this narrow river channel is purely a gamble with his life. He has no confidence and can only pray for God's help.
At this moment, with the sudden high-pitched roar of a motorcycle, a Harley Fatboy came flying diagonally and landed on the small bridge ahead of Kincaid.
Kincaid could even see a modified Winchester M1887 in the black leather knight's hand turning slowly in the sunlight.
With a clear click, the empty shell flew out and the next bullet was loaded.
Bang!
This shot directly caused the mercenary holding the bazooka to spin half a circle, and the rocket warhead shot into the SUV next to it with a bang.
The accomplice was terrified and before he could react, he saw a rocket break through the window.
But because the distance was too close, the safety of this rocket was not opened. Instead of exploding, it continued to penetrate his shoulder and nailed him to the seat.
Fatty Harley flew over the head of the Rocket Mercenary who fell to the ground, and brushed the ground diagonally.
Luke immediately inserted his beloved toy into the leather case beside the rear wheel in mid-air, and used both hands to hold down the front of the car as it was about to shake.
The Harley Fatboy hit the ground and slammed onto the bridge surface, its butt swung left and right unwillingly twice, and finally settled down. It dodged left and right on the sidewalk and caught up with the bandit car and police car in front.
This time the people in the police car finally didn't shoot him. The policeman in the passenger seat was surprised and shouted, "Which department are you from?"
He just saw Luke take down the rocket mercenary, and anyone who used rockets in the city would definitely not be on the police side.
From this point of view, Luke is a friendly force
Luke said nothing, twisted the accelerator, passed the police car, and pulled his left hand behind again, turning it.
Snap! Bang!
The last bandit's SUV twisted its body, but it couldn't avoid Luke's shotgun, and the front windshield was immediately broken.
But the driver was very persistent, reducing the speed while trying to keep the SUV moving forward.
Luke's mouth curled up and he twirled the Winchester in his hand again.
Snap!
The bandit finally raised his head and wanted to look at the road conditions ahead.
As a result, I saw a black muzzle of a gun pointing at the driver's window.
His eyes widened and he exclaimed: "No..."
Bang!
There was blood all over the driver's seat.
Isn't it good to be alive? Why are you so dedicated! He sighed and put the gun back into the holster.
After watching Kincaid driving the speedboat and disappearing around the bend in the river, Luke's Harley-Davidson accelerated again and sped away.
…
However, while Kincaid managed to escape, a security guard encountered some minor trouble.
Michael might have been infected with bad luck by the unlucky guy. Before, he was riding a motorcycle and helped Kincaid deal with many mercenaries. In the end, he was knocked off the motorcycle by a group of mercenaries, and was captured after falling into a coma.
Luke tracked the bug on Michael, turned the car around and followed him.
More than 20 minutes later, outside an old building on the outskirts of the city, Luke stood behind a big tree, looking at the mercenary hideout in front of him.
He looked at the screen of his mobile phone again, and saw a green dot approaching here rapidly.
The green dot is Kincaid!
This old guy was not simple either. After escaping the pursuit, he quickly caught up with the returning mercenaries.
Michael in the hideout is about to receive electric shock treatment, and the bald black guy Kincaid is also rushing over to grab points.
He can't wait any longer.
In the headset, Michael was chattering: "You know what? You have to make me trust you and establish a connection with you before I can tell you the information... Ah~"