Selena suddenly reminded: "Three kilometers ahead, we found a convoy of five pickup trucks with more than 30 people."
Luke hummed and moved on.
Selena: "Dito met the convoy. He didn't stop and continued to run away. The convoy stopped Martin and the others. Martin and the others were stopped and they exchanged fire."
Luke listened to the intensive gunshots coming from outside the window, and said casually, "How are Martin and Roger?"
Selena: "I guess it's a bit bad, they shoot too infrequently."
Luke turned his head and probably understood.
The two chased too quickly, and did not replenish much weapons and ammunition, and the ammunition that Martin had prepared before should have been almost consumed in the battle at the manor.
The small team of bodyguards chasing and killing Dito did not use too much ammunition.
But Dito's reinforcements appeared again, and the number was so large that it was a headache, and Martin was a little bit waxed.
While thinking about it, Luke turned off the lights: "Call a drone to detect the road ahead for me, and I'll go around it."
Selena operated quickly for a moment, and stretched out the tablet in front of him: "The safe route is probably like this."
Luke moved his eyes slightly, looked at the route marked by the red line on the tablet in front of him, calculated quickly in his heart, and said in his mouth: "I will take a detour from Martin and the others later, you take the bag in the back seat Throw weapons and ammunition to them."
Selena retracted the tablet, leaned over to the back seat and pulled the big bag.
This is a batch of weapons that Luke captured casually just now, and they brought them here without using them.
Anyway, he has storage space and never has too much ammo.
Selena dragged the backpack, lowered the back of the chair again, and put the backpack on her lap in a half-lying position.
At this time, the co-pilot's window was also fully opened.
Luke had already started counting down: "Three... two... one!"
Selena's movements completely followed his password, holding up the bag at three times, lifting it to the window at two times, and throwing the bag out at one time.
But Martin and Roger were so frightened that their vests were sweating.
When Luke drove up, Martin had already noticed, but the magazine in his hand had just been emptied.
Roger was hiding behind a rock seven or eight meters away. He only had a few rounds of bullets, so he didn't dare to shoot indiscriminately.
This is not a TV series. If you shoot a speeding car with a pistol in the dark, the hit rate will be terribly low.
The next moment, the Ford pickup with the lights off passed five meters away from Roger, and a black object was thrown from the co-pilot, which happened to land two meters away from Roger.
The hairs of the two stood on end for a moment, then they were suddenly stunned.
This is not right.
The thing thrown out is so big, it is too outrageous to be an X bomb, and it is crazy to use such a big X bomb.
The Ford pickup did not stop at all. After throwing the package, it pulled out an arc and plunged into the side of the defense line of Dito's bodyguard team not far away.
Martin and Roger immediately understood that this Ford pickup was not from Dito, otherwise it would be the best choice to park at the rear and flank them with the convoy in front.
Sure enough, the Ford pickup that got off the highway was driving in the wilderness, accelerated rapidly and rushed up a small dirt slope, then jumped up.
Luke was holding a picked up Glock in his left hand while the pickup was flying, and the muzzle of the gun stuck out the car window.
Clap clap clap clap!
A series of gunshots rang out, and five people in the bodyguard convoy suddenly screamed and fell to the ground.
When the pickup truck landed, Luke flicked his wrist to the rear of the car, and fired in an arc.
Snapped! Snapped!
Another two bodyguards fell.
Throwing away the Glock in his hand, Luke withdrew his hand back to the window and galloped away.
Martin on the opposite side was stunned: "holyshxt! What kind of marksmanship is this?"
It took less than two seconds for the pickup to land in the air.
In this short moment, in the darkness, the driver of the pickup truck fired eight shots in a row, hitting seven bodyguards scattered throughout the convoy.
There is no cheating in games like this!
Not to mention anything else, just say that Roger fired seventy or eighty bullets tonight, and hit less than five enemies.
As far as Roger's hit rate is concerned, it is already at a good level among the Los Angeles police.
What is the general level of gun law in the United States? According to some data, in a shootout with a suspect, the American police hit about 30% of their pistols within ten meters.
Therefore, there have been calls in the police system to ask the police to practice more directional shooting at close range and reduce aimed shooting. Anyway, the hit rate is only 30% if they are aimed, which is not much different from that of not aiming.
And just now, the driver of the pickup truck hit seven out of eight shots in two seconds. This is the first time Martin has seen this marksmanship with his own eyes.
Roger over there was much crisper.
He is elderly and his eyesight is not that good.
After the bodyguards on the opposite side were shot dead by the flying car driver, he dragged back the large package thrown from the car.
When he touched it, he was overjoyed, and couldn't help but burst out laughing when he opened the zipper.
Martin came back to his senses: "What are you doing?" As soon as he raised his hand, he caught a flying AK, and then used his other hand to catch the two magazines that were thrown in sequence.
Roger: "The bags they threw down were full of weapons and ammunition, a lot." He picked up the AK in his hand, pulled the trigger handle, and it was loaded with a click.
"Sapris! Marafak!" He couldn't help but swear with great racial talent, and the ak in his hand swept wildly.
Martin was dumbfounded, a black line appeared on his forehead: "Roger, how long has it been since you used AK?"
Roger squatted down in embarrassment, avoiding a cloud of bullets flying from the opposite side: "Haha, just... well, I'm a police detective, and I never use AK."
When he said this, he was a little guilty.
In fact, he hasn't even touched the m4a1 in the car for a long time.
As he said, he is a police detective, not a special police officer, and the micro-impact rifle is not his main weapon.
If he has used the micro-impact rifle well, why does he need sat (special police)!
Martin rolled his eyes, then raised his gun suddenly.
bang bang! bang bang!
The two bodyguards who were firing at Roger fell down screaming.
Martin: "So, don't let go of the trigger? You're not good enough to press the gun."
Roger's complexion turned black, and he was speechless.
In front of the two of them, Luke's pickup had re-circled onto the road and continued to speed forward.
Selena: "Two kilometers ahead, there are buildings and lights. There are also large crops around, which may be the planting site of Dito."
Luke squinted his eyes and looked ahead through the windshield.
His keen eyesight could make out a faint light.
Selena kept talking: "They have a defensive line around the building, which is more formal. There are sentry towers and... er, machine gun towers?"
Luke laughed loudly: "So professional?"
Selena carefully looked at the picture on the tablet, and nodded after a while: "It's really a machine gun tower, and there are two, both of which are on the small tower in the center of the building, which can cover the entire building complex."