Of course, Mindy doesn’t hate the current V. On the contrary, she thinks it is quite interesting.
For little girls, fickle things are not annoying, except for boyfriends.
The key word is, handsome!
As long as you become more handsome, that's fine.
It just so happened that V used two revolvers, which were both accurate and cool! She just wanted to say something to him.
Luke replaced the bullets again, chuckled and said nothing.
He only used two revolvers, but he killed more than 20 gangsters. If he had used other guns, there would have been no one alive here, and she would not have been able to contribute.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be good if you realized that you are just a bystander? Alas, you are still too young and need to study more. He made a decision in his heart.
Mindy didn't know that her complaints had caused a big problem. Now she had rushed out of the stairs and attacked the five remaining gangsters on the 28th floor.
Relying on the new armor on her body, her small figure jumped and moved between various building corners and furniture, firing dense bullets from the two pistols in her hands.
Compared to those accomplices who were shot dead by Luke, these five gangsters were much more unlucky. They were shot like a sieve by Mindy's bullet rain. The luckiest one was shot twice, and the worst one was shot five times, and died with a lot of blood.
Luke did not intervene in this small battle. He just stood there like an outsider, with his arms folded across his chest, leaning against the corner of the stairs, just like a spectator watching the fun.
Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs above his head.
"Hurry up, hurry down, the enemy is on the 28th floor."
"Where are the blast shields? Those holding blast shields go down first, and the others will follow..."
Luke leaned against the wall and raised his eyebrows: How professional! The blast shield cleared the way, and the others followed. This was a typical police indoor assault method.
If Damon and his daughter were guarding here, they might have really rushed down.
Now...
Luke lazily bent his right hand, without even fully raising the Colt Python, but just pointed it diagonally from the gap under his left armpit toward the corner of the stairs.
Bang! Bang!
A bullet-proof shield that had just appeared was hit and paused for a moment. The second bullet hit the sole of the shield-holding gangster's foot, blowing off a small half of his right foot.
The shield-holding gangster screamed and rolled down the stairs with his shield.
Luke ignored the guy.
This gangster needed to hold up the shield with both hands and didn't have a gun. Besides, he was lucky not to die after rolling down.
The man who was holding the shield-holding bandit's shoulder with one hand behind him hadn't realized what was happening yet his left hand was suddenly free, but his body still rushed down by inertia.
A series of gangsters emerged one after another from the corner of the stairs without any cover.
Bang bang bang bang!
The four gangsters, who were too fast on their feet, were shot in the chest and abdomen one by one. They were knocked against the wall and then rolled down the stairs without any sound.
Luke then slowly reloaded the Colt Python.
On the stairs, the gangsters who had stopped in time had sweat on their foreheads.
The fat black leader who was still on the 29th floor had no idea what was going on and yelled, "Why did you stop? Go, go down."
The leading gangsters were furious with the black leader's mother and shouted, "Leroy, Dam was killed by them, and Tommy and his gang were also killed because they had no cover."
The black leader Leroy was stunned: "Dead? How could he die?"
Dam is the shield-holding gangster who was leading the fight. Logically speaking, he was the most tightly protected by the bullet-proof shield. Ordinary rifles could not penetrate the regular police shield, so it was difficult for him to be killed immediately.
In fact, Dam, who was holding the shield, was not dead, he just hit his head when he rolled down and became unconscious.
But of course the gangsters had to say he was dead, otherwise they would be forced to rush down by the fat black man Leroy.
One of the gangsters retreated and shouted, "There's a really powerful guy down there. His shooting skills are so fierce that he killed the five people in front of him in one shot. Dam couldn't block it with his shield. He died after two shots."
Leroy didn't believe it at all, but the other gangsters nodded repeatedly: "Really, there is a sharpshooter down there..."
"Tommy and the others were all motionless. I saw they were bleeding a lot..."
"They all had big holes in their chests, they couldn't survive..."
The bunch of gangsters above were speaking at an alarming speed, just like a collective talk show of all black people.
Luke listened with interest, then watched Mindy clear out the remaining bandits on the 28th floor, and by the way evaluated the strength of this violent little loli.
As it stands, Mindy's physical fitness far exceeds that of her peers, and this is just one of the reasons.
What makes her truly outstanding is her quick reaction time, which she inherited from her father Damon.
Several times, she changed her movements again and shot the opponent dead almost at the same time as the opponent gangster reacted.
This maneuver is similar to Luke's close-quarters gun-fighting skills and quick reflexes.
It's just that Mindy performed these moves only based on her own talents and some professional training. She didn't really develop a systematic gun fighting technique.
Perhaps, I could teach her some gun fighting techniques
This violent little Lolita is worth training, and has been taught the wrong way by her father Damon.
There was no way she could go back to being a normal little girl.
If Luke trains her for a few years in advance, it won't be considered child labor when she comes of age. This shouldn't be as cruel as her father's, right
He didn't expect Mindy to help him now, but Mindy, who was twelve years old now, would be a good helper in four or five years.
If it was a teammate, it would be perfect. He thought so in his heart, and suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at the position of the bandit who was separated from him by the ceiling.
The fat black guy Leroy upstairs was verbally bombarded by his subordinates and he decisively backed down.
The man downstairs killed five of his men in one breath in less than two seconds, even with the help of an explosion-proof shield.
Leroy thought he didn't have the courage to challenge this kind of person.
So, he made a simple decision: "What about the grenade? I remember you like to carry a grenade with you."
A thin young Latino man pulled out a grenade from his chest without hesitation and handed it over: "Here."
A group of people around him uttered the word f or s at the same time and stepped aside unconsciously.
One person even cursed: "You idiot, didn't I tell you not to carry this thing with you? This is New York, not Juarez, Mexico."
Leroy also retreated and pointed to the stairs: "No need to give it to me, just throw it down. It would be best if the guy is killed. If he's not dead, you can rush down together and kill him."
His men glared at him in unison: It's not your life, don't you feel sad
Leroy looked at the expressions of the crowd and said with difficulty: "I will follow too."
The subordinates looked down on him in their hearts: That's easy for you to say! You don't even have the courage to lead the way.