"John Wick." An old voice sounded, and Sloan's figure appeared at the high window behind the city wall.
Looking down at the person coming from a high position, Sloan also looked indifferent: "What do you want to say?"
Luke sighed in his heart, and raised his head slightly: "I just came to tell you one thing."
In the mutual aid club, no one cheers.
Luke was a little regretful: these supporting actors were not professional, and no one came to ask "what".
Adding drama to himself, he still maintains John's classic calm face.jpg: "Whoever comes to kill me, I will kill his whole family."
Sloan: …
Title Killers: …
Guards: …
A thought came to many people's minds: Are we being threatened face to face? Or was he threatened by a person at the door of the house
This is really... Sapreus, Mala Faco!
Sloan's eyes flickered, but he didn't show any expression. He just ordered lightly: "Kill him."
As soon as the voice fell, gunshots rang out suddenly.
The guards from all over the castle opened fire almost in unison, and the bullets swept towards the open space in front of the door like a torrential rain.
Sloan still stood quietly at the high platform window, and the famous killers only drew their guns, but none of them opened fire.
They are not those minions, and they have enough arrogance in their hearts.
There is only one person on the other side.
Even if he is John the Night Devil, who has become famous recently, he is not qualified to let them make a move together.
Dozens of guards attacked, not wanting to lose their share in such a siege.
The next moment, their expressions changed.
There was no one in front of the gate where the bullets were flying, and the Night Demon disappeared under the eyes of everyone.
This kind of disappearance is extremely strange, it seems that people are gone just by blinking.
But who are they
They are the name killers of the Mutual Aid Society, and their reaction and dynamic vision are naturally far beyond the existence of ordinary people.
For a long time, only they relied on their super strength to suddenly disappear in front of their opponents.
Now, someone played this move in front of them.
At this moment, even Sloan's complexion changed.
He thought of the night wolf and the white dove that had just died, two against one, and died so quietly.
The news was sent by Night Demon John on his own initiative to let them pass it back.
"Everyone don't hold back, kill him directly." Sloan's voice became high-pitched, and even the dense gunfire could not cover it up.
The order was issued, and everyone, including the famous killer, knew that this meant that the other party must be killed.
Soon, all the lights in the castle were turned on, and the large dark area became as bright as day.
In the textile factory, the workers who were notified took out their guns one after another, and transformed themselves into killers.
Clap clap!
The gunshots exploded and instantly rang out in the factory building.
The ordinary killers queuing up in the gun room to get their guns shot bloody arrows, screaming everywhere, and a series of people fell down, like rows of blood gourds strung together.
The figure in the black suit appeared in the workshop at some point, holding an MP7 in each hand.
In the face of these ordinary killers who gathered like chicks, Luke used the mp7 on a rare occasion.
Its bullet capacity of up to 40 rounds brought powerful and sustained lethality, those killers who took the guns were like queuing up to be shot, and their heads were blown off one by one.
This time, Luke did not use any Mozambique shooting method.
Two bullets kill an enemy, too slow.
Hitting the chest is also too slow.
All killers were shot in the head without exception.
Within a distance of ten meters, it didn't matter if Luke was using an mp7 or a Glock. His control was too much, and the speed of killing was limited to the speed at which he could switch targets.
The complexions of the famous killers who were still outside the castle and did not rush back immediately changed. The four people closest to the factory activated their physical burst at the same time, and rushed in within two seconds.
In their line of sight, they just saw Luke let go of his hands and let the two mp7s fall down. His hands passed by the sides of his waist like phantoms, and the two Glocks appeared again.
The pupils of the four famous killers who had just rushed in shrank when they saw the two Glocks.
The excessively long magazine under the handle of the gun is obvious, no doubt it is a special extended magazine, probably the kind of crazy stuff with a capacity of 33 rounds.
Coupled with the Glock's rate of fire, it is enough to use it as a micro-charge at close range.
Clap clap!
Under their watchful eyes, the muzzles of the two Glocks blasted far more flames than ordinary pistols, and instantly burst out with deadly firepower.
The ordinary killers in this factory building were bloodbathed by the mp7, and another batch of ordinary killers poured out from several passages.
They were from the nearby factory, and they rushed over when they heard the gunshots.
The passageway where they appear is usually used to transport goods, and it is so spacious that a large truck can easily be driven into it.
The width of five or six meters allowed these killers to rush in extremely fast, like a broken ant nest, and a large group of them came in in a hurry.
Then they hit the ferocious fire of two extended magazine Glocks.
These were considered elite killers among ordinary people, and they rushed to the street in an instant without even seeing Luke's shadow clearly.
None of the killers could rush five meters into the entrance of the passage, and they were all killed there, layer upon layer, as fragile as straw under an old farmer's sickle.
Only a few killers who landed a little later missed the coquettish operation of giving away the head in seconds, and hid in the side of the passageway covered in cold sweat, without the slightest courage to stand up.
Bang bang bang!
Before Glock's final strafing was completed, the four famous killers finally launched the first round of attack, each firing a single shot.
These powerful and skilled killers are far more powerful than the ordinary veterans who killed them two days ago.
When they rushed in, they automatically dispersed and entered from four directions at the same time, trying to make the opponent overwhelmed.
Luke's reaction was beyond their expectations.
When the four bullets came, the Glock in his hands still did not change direction, and stubbornly headshot the last seven or eight ordinary killers.
When the bullet flew, his figure blurred in the eyes of the four people for an instant, and he appeared two meters away.
The precise marksmanship of the four met new problems.
Because it was too accurate, the four bullets could never have missed two meters away, and Luke was naturally unharmed.
At this moment, the two Glocks in his hands finally turned into empty positions and hang-ups.
Luke let go of his hands again, and Glock began to fall.
No sooner had the two guns landed on his waist than his hands crossed again into his armpits.
When the two guns fell to his thigh, there were two more guns in his hand again.
This time, it was finally no longer the Glock with the extended magazine, but two modified p226s.
In fact, in the short time he threw his gun and drew his gun, he had successfully dodged four bullets, and drew a faint afterimage in the air, rushing towards the two people who were closer to the factory building.
Clap clap!
Faced with Luke's sudden strange speed, the two were shocked, but they didn't panic immediately, and several consecutive bullets hit his approaching route.