The huge force knocked the driver down on his back, with gold stars in his eyes.
Hitting a gangster with a baseball can't be considered a violation of law enforcement! Luke muttered in his heart, stepped forward, turned the driver over, and punched him on the back of the head.
After fumbling around a few times, he took the pistol away, picked up the baseball, and put them all in his pocket.
This gun can still be used in an emergency, as long as it is not discovered that he fired it.
After solving the driver, Luke accelerated his forward speed.
The four long legs were about to be surrounded. After a few minutes at most, they didn't want to be beaten to death, so they could only raise their hands and surrender.
How could Luke, who wanted to fish in troubled waters, allow this to happen.
From more than 30 meters away, Sergey snatched the ak of a horse boy next to him with a grim face, aiming at the long legs that were running away over there.
Luke groaned in his heart, Sergey was aiming at the long legs with electric eyes, how could this work.
He stood still suddenly, posing in a standard pitching posture, swung his right hand violently, and the baseball flew out in a nearly straight line, and slammed into the ak in Sergey's hand.
Sergey over there had a sinister smile on his face, but the AK in his hand had already started to turn.
Unfortunately, the force in his hand made him subconsciously clenched his fingers, including the trigger.
So, the ak fired in a circle motion.
Bang bang bang bang!
After a series of gunshots, Sergey was dumbfounded. The three subordinates on his right had been knocked down and probably would not survive. Only a few lucky subordinates looked at him tremblingly.
Sergey had no idea what was going on.
The pitch that Luke threw had already surpassed the highest record in Major League Baseball.
In order to save that electric-eyed long-legged man, he exploded with all his strength once, with a ball speed of at least 180 or more.
After this interruption, the long-legged people had a chance to breathe, and took the opportunity to run another ten or twenty meters.
Luke turned on his counterfeit mobile phone and took pictures of Sergey holding an ak and the three corpses lying beside him.
Hehe, as soon as this video is taken out and the ak is obtained, Sergei's murder charge will not escape.
Anyway, Sergey himself didn't know what happened, there was nothing wrong with Luke doing this.
Suddenly, a somewhat familiar figure appeared in his field of vision.
Luke was stunned for a moment, and then the alarm bells rang in his heart: Fuck, why did this poisonous guy come here
At the end of the long line of vehicles, that Worthburn appeared, running this way with a gun.
Then... He pointed the gun at the long legs: "Haha, I finally caught you. Stop, don't move! nypd!"
Luke:…
Long legs: ...
The next moment, a series of bullets swept over, hitting Worthburn so hard that he ran away, and the long-legged people squatted down to avoid it.
Luke: Isn't this guy really stupid? Female robbers are very important, but can't you see the dozens of robbers with heavy firepower behind them? If you want to take credit, you won't lose your life.
With the appearance of Worthburn, the god of plague, the pressure on the long-legged people is a little less. Who told him to have a gun and shout that he is "nypd"! Of course those gangsters took care of him first.
Luke watched coldly, watching that Worthburn was beaten and crawled among the vehicles, he couldn't help shaking his head.
At this time, a message finally came from Elsa: "The conditions have been negotiated, you can do it."
Luke thought for a while and asked, "I want to ask, if I kill too many people later, will there be no problem?" Sergey has too many people, and he can't keep his hands.
Elsa was stunned for a moment, and then said after a while: "It's okay, as many gang members with heavy firepower as you can kill, it's up to you. But Sergey has to live."
Luke: "Understood, you pay attention to the situation here from a distance, and tell me if you have any questions."
"Got it, be careful." Elsa said.
From a distance, she saw Luke moving forward, wretchedly hiding behind the tires of a large truck.
There are more than 30 people on the other side, so he won't stand up and fight with them stupidly.
Clap! Clap!
The two gangsters who were standing on the side of the road and firing, fell down without a word!
Luke rolled over and moved from the bottom of the car to the rear tire on the other side.
Clap!
A gangster who was buried in his head lay motionless on the ground!
Luke got out of the big truck, squatted there quietly, and suddenly raised his hand to the right after a while.
Two gangsters with guns trotted, still shouting, and got out from the passage between the vehicles.
Clap! Clap!
The two fell down.
The gun in his hand turned to the left immediately, and the other gangster just turned his head to look at the two companions on the right in surprise.
Clap!
The guy kept a surprised expression, fell down, rolled twice on the ground, twitched slightly, and stopped moving.
This series of attacks took less than a minute. Luke wandered in the hiding place of the traffic, and walked away with one hit without stopping.
Every gunman he double-clicked to change the target, and none of them failed. Seven members of Sergey's gang fell in one fell swoop.
This is already one-fifth of the total number of people Sergey came this time, and it is also part of the encirclement. The long-legged people who fled here and there immediately noticed the situation here.
Although they didn't know what was going on here, they decisively changed their direction and turned back.
If they didn't hide here, they would throw themselves into a trap and crash into the encirclement of Sergey's gang in front.
At this moment, Luke killed the group of gangsters in the car queue. Sergey's arrangement was like a big hole in the bottom of the net bag, and he was immediately escaped by the group of long-legged gangsters.
Luke didn't get close to the long-legged ones, and quietly hid at the bottom of a large truck, allowing them to flee back.
But he was like a ghost, taking advantage of Sergey's men chasing him, and shot coldly under the cover of the vehicle.
He almost always shot at close range and under cover, and every time he double-clicked, one of Sergey's gang fell.
The gangsters who were a little further away couldn't see him at all, but suddenly heard a few slaps, and one or two companions fell down.
When Sergey's gang outflanked the group of people who blocked the road at the end of the traffic queue and returned, fifteen companions fell down again in the traffic passage and on both sides of the road.
Including the seven people who were at the bottom of the bag at the beginning, Luke had 22 people lying on the ground within ten minutes.
This is not counting the truck driver who was knocked out by him, and the three people who were swept to death by Sergey's hands.
Now, looking at the ten subordinates in front of him, Sergey didn't feel angry, but felt cold: What the hell, is this a ghost? Where did such a super killer come from!
Sergey never thought that this person was a policeman. This ghostly and terrifying guy killed more than twenty of his subordinates without saying a word.
He had never heard of such a black policeman in New York.
Sergey thought of retreating in his heart.