There were still people in the arsenal, but only two.
They were arranging ammunition and equipment with their backs to the door, but they didn't notice Luke coming in.
This is the core area of the stronghold, surrounded by their people, they never thought that the enemy could sneak in.
Luke walked over and punched each of them neatly in the back of the head.
Then, he went straight to the point.
He doesn't like bullets or anything, he has enough of these things in stock.
He was a little moved by the loaded bullet chain, but there was no need to take it now.
He moved quickly with both hands, and opened the lids of several boxes. After confirming the equipment inside, he even put the boxes into the storage space together, and then did not let go of the two rpgs and a row of warheads.
He hasn't bought this thing yet, and it's similar to a machine gun, so he won't be able to use it for the time being.
Now, of course, it's just a matter of course.
His action was quite quick, and it didn't take him two minutes to wash all the fancy things.
Then put the corpses of the two bandits into two empty boxes, cover them, and Luke put two boxes of bullets on them.
In a short time, no one will find their bodies, which will give him more time to act.
Sneaking out of the concrete room quietly, he groped towards the place he had already chosen.
This is a certain building in the one o'clock direction of the entire stronghold. There is nothing special about it, but rather inconspicuous.
This building is neither a defensive point nor a perimeter. The location is a bit off, but it is relatively close to the large weed plantation outside.
Touching here, Luke threw a rope dart, pulled in a vigilant bandit outside the house, and knocked him to death.
Then he got the raw materials from the storage space, and quickly made improvised weapons with his hands and feet.
This is the material he obtained at the Dito Manor before, and it is aimed at his planting land.
The materials are all readily available, and his manufacture ends quickly.
Luke stuffed more than half of the self-made weapons back into the storage space, and held the remaining dozen or so directly in his hand, walking to the back of the house.
This place is in the blind area of the stronghold. It was originally guarded by the bandit, but of course there is no one there now.
Luke put a bunch of self-made weapons in front of him, took a breath, picked up one, pulled the ring of the grenade on it, and threw it out.
With a frequency of two per second, he quickly threw more than a dozen self-made weapons in front of him.
The force he used was enormous, and he threw it at an astonishing height. The self-made weapon was like a goddess scattering flowers, showing an arc, and flew towards the weeds in front of him.
When Luke threw out his self-made weapon, a gangster with a gun on guard suddenly felt something was wrong in front of a building outside him, and subconsciously looked up: "How do I feel, it seems that something is coming from above our heads?" Fly over?"
Another gangster also looked: "Where?"
But the self-made weapons that were passing obliquely above their heads had already fallen on the weeds, and they couldn't see them anywhere.
As soon as the two of them finished speaking, they heard a loud bang, and the first self-made weapon that was still in mid-air had exploded.
Countless flames flew out with the explosion, splashing a huge shower of meteor fire in midair, covering an area of more than ten meters one after another.
Then there was a series of explosions and fire rain, spreading rapidly over the weed farms outside the stronghold.
The two gangsters were dumbfounded.
In the stronghold, when the first explosion sounded, everyone involuntarily fell silent.
After a while, everyone spoke subconsciously, some were asking, some were shouting, and there was a lot of noise in the stronghold.
Selena's voice sounded: "Martin and the others have dealt with the highwaymen and are speeding towards the stronghold."
Luke snickered in his heart: Now, Martin has a chance.
Letting Martin attack a defense line of more than 300 people with a complete defense line, even if the opponent is a group of amateur players, it is courting death.
The U.S. military fighting overseas often says: Within ten minutes of firing, we have an absolute advantage. After ten minutes, it depends on who has more people.
The meaning of these words is very clear, that is, in battle, being at a numerical disadvantage for a long time is very fatal.
In a short period of time, firepower and personal strength can overwhelm the numerical advantage.
But after a long time, no matter how elite soldiers are, they will not be able to bear the constant influx of enemies.
Of course, this mainly refers to the team going out to perform missions, such as Baghdad, such as Afghanistan.
Luke sneaked in without being exposed, also to create chaos.
His current strength is far beyond ordinary people, but if he wants to easily deal with these bandits from the Dito Group, he can't stand up loudly.
Hundreds of guns swept over him, even if he had elementary self-healing and body armor, he would still be in pain.
Sure enough, Martin didn't give up revenge, and continued to kill, then Luke would have more room for maneuver.
While thinking about it, he released a box of grenades from the storage space, picked one up and weighed it in his hand: "When they get outside the stronghold, remind me of the distance and range."
Selena: "In a minute, they will be near the entrance of the main gate." This is a buffer time for him to prepare.
One minute, very quickly.
"Martin and the others stopped the car and haven't moved forward for the time being." Selena reminded.
Luke smiled and said, "The show is about to begin."
With that said, he pulled out the safety pin of the grenade and threw it towards the front door.
As soon as he started throwing, his movements didn't stop.
At a frequency of two per second, he threw a box of grenades in front of him far away to various positions that had been locked near the main entrance.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
80! 80! 80! 80! Luke couldn't help talking in his heart.
A series of explosions sounded, flaring shrapnel flew everywhere, and the gangsters gathered around the main entrance were severely injured.
At this moment, Luke turned into a human grenade, and accurately threw grenades one by one into the place where the bandits gathered.
In the stronghold, there were a lot of screams and screams for help.
Many gangsters were killed in the bombing, and even more were half-dead. The heavy injuries made them scream desperately and call for help desperately.
The gangsters in the stronghold were all panicked: Are we surrounded by the Mexican military? This is the bombardment!
The frequency of Luke's throwing grenades was astonishing, and the accuracy was not low. They almost exploded in a string near the front door.
The momentum was quite frightening, causing the group of amateur gangsters to have the illusion that they were surrounded.
Luke didn't bother to pay attention to these guys, his show had just begun.
Throwing twenty grenades in one breath, he took a leisurely look at the movements in the stronghold.
Now, around the front door, many people are running in a hurry, although they don't understand what they are running.
In many places on the outskirts, some gangsters couldn't help but opened fire outside the stronghold, completely unaware that the attack just now came from the inside.
Luke quickly turned his attention away from the front door.
The guys there have been blown out of their wits, and few people dare to gather together.