Seeing Luke's back about to disappear around the corner of the stairs, Mindy hurriedly chased after him: "Wait, how is the table supposed to pay attention to you? What you said is not right!"
Luke: "So, people must read more! This is actually very simple, just..."
He used the unreliable keyboard warrior remarks from his previous life to fool the little Loli, and the two of them went all the way to the rooftop.
In the communication system, Damon had already started talking to his archenemy, Damico.
The conversation between the two men was unusually straightforward.
Damon came here tonight to seek revenge and did not hide at all. Damico saw him when he pulled his son and wife to the rooftop.
As soon as he saw Damon's look, D'Amico knew, "It's you!"
Damon: "It's me."
D'Amico: "Why don't you just die quickly?"
Damon: "Because I want to watch you die."
Damico: “Then try it!”
Damon: “Just give it a try.”
The two of them just exchanged a few simple words, but their eyes were spitting fire.
As the saying goes, enemies become jealous of each other when they meet. These two have been entangled for more than ten years and are definitely enemies for life.
In the past year, you set a trap for me and I jumped out to kill you.
There were several times when Damon almost got caught, but Damico also suffered heavy losses, with more than ten batches of money, goods, and people gone.
Both sides roared and rushed towards each other like two bulls with red eyes, with guns raised in their hands and firing wildly.
Bang bang bang!
In just two seconds, the two collided with each other.
Damon, wearing armor, got a great advantage and was hit by three bullets but was not hurt at all.
Damico was hit in the ribs by a bullet, but he seemed not to notice it. He threw the pistol away and continued to rush forward, attacking Damon with both hands.
Damon showed no sign of weakness and threw away the gun in his hand, confronting the enemy head-on.
Amidst muffled thuds, the two men punched and kicked each other wildly.
After a minute's struggle, Damico's face was bruised and swollen, his nose was bleeding, and he was beaten like a pig's head.
Damon was protected by the armor and was once again unharmed.
Suddenly, the unrecognizable Damico laughed grimly: "You think you are so great just because you have this turtle shell? Go to hell!"
As he spoke, he clasped Damon's wrists with his arms, curled up, wrapped his legs around Damon's neck, locked Damon's right arm in his arms, and used a classic cross lock.
Damico has never been a weak boss. When he was young, he killed countless opponents with his fists and feet.
He is proficient in judo, aikido, boxing, and Muay Thai, and is an absolute fighting master.
Even though he was nearly 40 years old, he never stopped his daily combat training.
He had known for a long time that bullets could not kill Damon, his old rival. Most of his anger just now was pretended, just to provoke Damon, and then take advantage of the situation to get close to Damon and find an opportunity to counterattack and kill him.
As expected, Damon's shooting skills dropped drastically due to his excitement.
The shooting skills that could have shot Damico into a sieve in the past only hit the opponent once.
Perhaps, Damon subconsciously did not want to shoot his archenemy Damico. He needed to vent the resentment and anger that he had accumulated for more than ten years, so he beat Damico so hard that his face was covered with bruises.
At this time, Luke and Mindy also appeared at the stairs of the rooftop.
Seeing that her father seemed to be at a disadvantage, Mindy subconsciously wanted to pull out her gun.
Luke pressed her shoulders and said, "No, your father is not that weak. Besides, he is still wearing armor. Let him complete this final revenge by himself."
Mindy was stunned for a moment before she realized what was happening.
Fighting Damico with that brand new armor on Damon was pure cheating.
Damon just didn't want to kill D'Amico too quickly.
Luke laughed in his heart: Being a gang boss also requires keeping up with the times. The saying that rich people rely on technology is really true.
Damico, a wealthy man who does not rely on technology, is a negative example.
At this moment, Damico in the field pulled with both hands and pushed up with his hips, trying to break Damon's arm.
The result... didn't move.
He was stunned for a moment, then exerted force again.
Still... it didn’t move.
Damon suddenly sneered: "Sapris! Malafako!"
His right arm was held straight, and he slowly bent it, ignoring D'Amico's nearly 200-pound weight.
"You! Go to hell!" He yelled, turned around and threw his arm.
Damon swung Damico's huge body up in the air, drew a half circle in the air, and fell to the ground with a bang.
This blow caused Damico to hold his breath for several seconds. His hands and feet could no longer hold Damon's right arm, so he fell down, and at the same time, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a puff of his mouth.
This was certainly not internal bleeding. It was just that Damon's sudden fall caused Damico to bite his tongue, which he coughed out along with saliva.
Mindy's eyes lit up.
The new armor that Luke provided them this time had a very simple auxiliary power system.
This auxiliary power system cannot provide much control, but it protects the joints from being flipped, and the instantaneous burst of powerful force can crush any normal person.
A fighting style like the armbar, which uses one's own body weight to compress the opponent's joints, or what the saying goes "the arm cannot beat the thigh", is courting death when facing the auxiliary power system of the armor.
Damico could neither break the "iron" arms of Damon's armor nor withstand the tremendous force of the auxiliary power system, and was directly smashed into a semi-paralyzed state.
Luke curled his lips again: The gang leader who doesn't understand science is so tragic that he dares to hit the stone with the egg.
Damon, who was half kneeling, slowly stood up and looked down at Damico condescendingly: "Do you have any last words?"
Damico coughed, but defiantly spat a mouthful of blood at Damon: "You will also be buried with him, including the little girl with you. She is your daughter, right? Haha, she and you will go to hell together."
Damon stepped down and hit him hard on the mouth: "No, hell only belongs to trash like you, go to hell!"
As he said this, he pulled out another gun from his body and pointed it at Damico's head.
"No, don't kill my dad!" A thin figure rushed in front of Damon and blocked the gun.
This was a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old, but he had a pale complexion and a gloomy look.
The young man shouted as he pushed Damon's chest hard, as if trying to stop him from shooting.
Damon said nothing and gave a light push, and the young man staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.
Bang!
A hole appeared in the middle of D'Amico's forehead.
His eyes were still fixed on Damon, but they were gradually losing their luster.
"Dad! Dad!" The young man crawled over crying and hugged Damico's body tightly.
Damon walked silently past D'Amico and the young man.
"Just wait, I will definitely kill you." The young man looked at Damon's back and suddenly roared.
Then, he looked at Luke and the other man at the rooftop entrance: "And you, none of you can escape."
Luke crossed his arms and asked on the communication system: "This young man is very brave. What should we do?"