Frank watched Grote's back disappear into the darkness, and couldn't help asking, "Really let him go?"
He didn't want to let this kind of scum go, not to mention that Grote had heard a lot of their conversations, which could easily be leaked.
Luke glanced at him: "I'm not interested in arguing with Xiaohong about who is right and who is wrong, so let me let it go, I keep my word."
Frank frowned: "Are you serious?"
Luke shrugged: "I don't want to turn Xiao Hong into someone like us, so why kill him just now."
Frank: ...people like us? What do you mean by that
As for Grote, Frank really didn't care too much about it, and he would kill him the next time he met him.
Luke didn't want to talk too much about this trivial matter. He took out the polarizer from his backpack and gave him the wireless headset. After explaining how to use it, he motioned for the action to start.
"Don't worry about irrelevant people, leave them to me." Luke finally warned.
"Received." Frank said briefly, and the two moved quickly in small steps, rushing into the door of the Firebird Bar.
In this raid, he was in charge of leading the main attack, and Luke cooperated in support.
The micro-drone that sneaked in one step ahead marked all the targets on the lens. The red dots on the simple line terrain map are enemies, the yellow dots are irrelevant people, and the green dots are teammates.
Everything is similar to cheating players who have turned on perspective.
Frank has never played with such high-tech equipment, but he has used similar equipment with poorer functions many times, and he can use Luke's equipment with ease.
despair! despair!
Frank kept silent. After rushing into the gate, he raised his hand twice and killed the two lazy and smoking guards inside the gate.
As prompted by the map, his two shots were targeted, fast and accurate.
Luke walked behind him unhurriedly, and took away the two corpses casually.
Throwing these two corpses near the door is too easy to be found, so it's better to take them away first.
After entering the gate, he locked the gate with an iron chain, so that no one could run out from this side in a short time, so it was convenient for them to do it.
He moved quickly, and when he and Frank entered the hall, many people looked over.
Seeing the gun in Frank's hand, several people's expressions changed drastically, and they opened their mouths to shout.
Frank had already raised the gun in his hand.
Tap-tap-tat-tat!
A few guys who stood up and wanted to hide rushed to the street first.
Frank made them a priority.
At this moment, Luke had two guns in his hands, drawing vague shadows in front of him.
They are moving at high speed, like the sound of nail guns ringing out in succession.
Tap-tap-tat-tat!
The second group of people who wanted to get up were shot in the chest and fell down.
The last few people were all written by Frank, but Luke shot them down one by one in order from far to near.
The reaction speed of these people is not as fast as the firing speed of his two guns.
Frank emptied the magazine without hesitation. He hid behind the corner while changing the magazine, but he couldn't help muttering in his heart: This kid seems to be much stronger than the weak chicken of Gray Rabbit.
The thought disappeared in a flash, and the gun in his hand was reloaded, and he stretched out his hand.
Tap-tap-tat-tat!
The three gangsters who reacted the slowest stood up and turned around before falling down, and no one moved in the hall.
One of Luke's hands was a silencer pistol, and the other was a special anesthesia gun. The latter knocked down all irrelevant people, that is, people who were not members of Hell Rabid.
Most people probably don't even see the two of them clearly before they lose consciousness.
Luke motioned to Frank to go straight to the back and clean up the last group of gangsters.
When Frank disappeared, Luke took out his counterfeit mobile phone to look at the test results, went directly to the bar, found a surveillance head, removed it together with the storage device, and threw it into the storage space.
Then, he started clearing the field.
All the gangsters who were seriously injured and dying were shot again, and the bodies were taken away.
The anesthesia bombs on the unrelated people were taken away, and they were left to lie there in a coma.
Of course, there are not too many irrelevant people, just seven or eight people.
All the blood stains inside the gate are directly absorbed and destroyed with a special cleaning solution, and then the white powder formed by the fusion of cleaning solution and blood is taken away.
All this happened very quickly, and within five minutes, the entire bar returned to normal.
Except for the absence of more than two dozen Hell Rabid gangsters, it's as if nothing has happened to the bar.
Frank was just as fast.
Luke, a powerful assistant, helped and provided useful equipment, allowing him to easily clean up the seven or eight gang members scattered behind one by one.
Luke cleaned up the corpses of these unlucky people and the scene before walking into a large room.
Frank in it once again went back to his old job of beating bad guys and extorting information.
The muffled sound of skin-flesh collisions, coupled with his occasional deep and stern questioning voices, filled the large room with a depressive and violent atmosphere.
The leader was dying, and could only barely scream: "I don't know, I told you, we were approached by the Irish gang, and they didn't tell us the identity of the seller."
"Name!" Frank punched again: "He should at least have a name."
"No, the Irish gang knew about it when they said the transaction." The leader said weakly: "But before the transaction officially started, something went wrong. Someone from the three parties took action. We don't know the seller's situation at all."
"Which side made the first move in the park that night?" Luke interjected.
Leader: "I don't know. We checked after we came back, and it wasn't our people who did it. But some people said that they saw people from the Mexican cartel shoot first."
Glancing at Frank, Luke raised his hand in a "please" gesture.
Frank grabbed the opponent's head, pressed it on the coffee table, and stepped on it.
Click!
The leader's neck bone made a slight sound, and became rigid.
Frank: "Let's go."
Luke: "Wait."
As he spoke, he walked to a small freezer, pushed it casually, and the freezer moved sideways, revealing a safe.
Frank frowned: "Don't waste time, we don't have keys and passwords."
"Give me twenty seconds." Luke had already pulled out a bunch of tools, reached the keyhole, fiddled with it a few times quickly, and fixed it before starting to twist the combination dial.
In less than ten seconds, the safe door clicked open.
Frank: "... Gray Rabbit taught you?"
Luke was surprised: "He still knows this?"
The corner of Frank's mouth couldn't help twitching: "Yes."
In fact, someone's skill at opening safes is average, but their luck is pretty bad.
When opening the safe for the first time, there is only a little money in it, and other documents have nothing to do with their tasks.
The second time he wanted to take advantage of it, he almost set off a bomb in the safe. After that, no one dared to let him open the safe again.
Most of the mission targets they dealt with were not ordinary gang members, and getting bombs in safes was a routine operation.
Gray Rabbit's two knives are capable of unlocking, no one dares to let him show off, for fear of sending everyone to heaven to see God.
For this reason, a certain gray rabbit was also very depressed, saying that God did not give him a chance to get rich.