The little bastard opened his mouth wide, and before he could scream, the black-haired woman folded her arms and twisted around, a fierce over-the-shoulder throw smashed him to the floor, making a muffled bang.
The little gangster held his breath on the spot, and never had a chance to utter the scream.
Then there was the sound of fists colliding with flesh, various tables, chairs, benches, wine glasses and sundries flying all over the place, and then the screams of punks.
But the most captivating thing was the series of curses that burst out of the black-haired woman's mouth like popping beans.
With Luke's calmness, everyone's expression froze.
Watching the melee in the field, he put his head next to Vanessa's ear: "She looks much stronger than you in fighting."
Vanessa rolled her eyes at him again, which made his heart itch.
That dark-haired woman is very powerful, but not that of a regular professional, but a typical street brawler.
Pulling hair, scratching ears, twisting fingers, slapping the face, kicking the crotch, beating a group of punks crying for their parents.
But in this unfair fight, she was also beaten with red eye circles and swollen corners of her mouth.
Luke slammed his mouth: "Is it really not helpful?"
In fact, he found this black-haired woman very pleasing to the eye, fierce enough, tough enough, but... she had a lot of dirty words in her mouth.
What kicked your beep, is only worthy of eating my old lady's Xiang, you maggots in the cesspit and other curse words flowed out, assisting fists and kicks, causing a ton of psychological crit to the group of punks on the opposite side.
It's a pity that she was a woman after all, and she was facing seven or eight men. After hitting three of them, she was knocked down by the remaining four gangsters, and she was surrounded by punches and kicks.
The dry martine (dry martini) in the hand of the black bald man next to him finally slipped, and the wine glass shattered into slag with a clang, but he stood up abruptly and walked over in a few strides.
boom! Click! puff! Snapped!
After several consecutive noises, some of the four gangsters who beat up the black-haired woman fell unconscious on the spot.
Some screamed loudly and hugged their Z-shaped ankles, some knelt on the ground and vomited while covering their stomachs, and another unlucky guy was kicked down by the black bald head, and his big feet went up to his face, and he stomped hard.
While making such a ferocious action, the black-bald man showed a gentle smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to the black-haired woman who staggered up from the ground: "Can I get to know you? I seem to fall in love with you."
"Pfft!" Luke sprayed a mouthful of juice on the ground.
He originally thought that the black bald head would ask "Are you okay", but who knew it would be this sentence.
The point is, after the black-haired woman was beaten up, her hair was disheveled, her face was swollen several times, and the clothes on her body were also covered with alcohol, dust and sundries. At first glance, she looked like a beggar woman.
Everyone is like this, so can the black bald head say this? Shouldn't he be sent to the hospital first
As a result, the black-haired woman got up staggeringly, spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, looked at the black bald head and said disdainfully: "How old are you? You have lost all your hair, and you still want to learn how other young people flirt with girls!" She limped out.
The black bald head was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing, bending down so much.
Seeing the situation over there, Vanessa was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled.
When the black-haired woman pushed the door and came out, the black-haired woman stopped laughing and quickly stood up straight and followed her out.
Luke blessed him from a distance: "Come on, I'm optimistic about you."
The bald man didn't even look back, he just gave him a "two" sign and disappeared at the door.
Luke smashed his mouth: "Is this beauty in the eye of the beholder?"
Vanessa's expression was inexplicable, and she hummed slightly.
At this time, another group of people rushed out from the side passage, just passing by her.
Seeing Vanessa sitting by the bar, a group of people stopped and turned their heads: "Beauty, let's have a drink together." After talking, a few people gathered around.
Luke could smell the strong smell of alcohol on these people, so he knew that these guys were insane.
Rolling his eyes, he hugged Vanessa beside him: "Mine. You can go away."
The drunkards didn't care what he said, they approached with dull and corrupt smiles, and stretched out several hands to touch Vanessa's body.
Luke grabbed a red wine corkscrew on the bar with his free right hand, then lifted it up and tied it down, raised it up and tied it down.
In one second, he repeated this step four times, and four people knelt down at his feet, holding their palms and screaming.
"Are you sober? If you wake up, get out." He said impatiently, throwing away the bottle opener with traces of flesh and blood in his hand.
"Go to hell!" A drunkard who didn't reach out his hand seemed to be a little more sober, and raised his hand to touch his waist.
Luke leaned leisurely on the bar counter, watching this guy quietly.
The drunkard's hand was pulled out from behind his waist, but it was a pistol.
In Luke's eyes, this guy's movements were as slow as an old cow.
The corner of his mouth raised, and his right leg, which was lightly on the ground, suddenly lifted up, and the toe kicked the man's hand holding the gun. The pain caused the gangster to loosen his hand, and the gun body flew up in the air, spinning and falling in front of Luke. .
Raising his hand to catch the falling pistol, Luke pointed the muzzle down and pulled the trigger.
boom!
The man knelt down screaming, and a hole appeared in his calf.
Luke nodded: "It's still loaded, so you're out of luck."
As soon as he fired, the other three punks also touched their waists.
Luke stopped talking nonsense this time, and shot twice, the remaining three immediately followed in the footsteps of the previous alcoholic, with holes in their calves, kneeling down and screaming.
Only then did he step forward, pulled away their pistols, and then took out a car key from the first unlucky ghost who pulled out his gun.
"Let's go, these people should have accomplices." As he said, he picked up Vanessa and walked out of the bar.
After going out, the broken car of the two had disappeared.
Luke was not surprised by this. Anyone who dares to take out a mobile phone here will be immediately chased by someone, ready to snatch it away, and the car is no exception.
Luke took the car key in his hand, walked directly to a Toyota pickup, inserted the key and turned it, and the door opened.
Vanessa is not surprised either, this is the only Toyota car in front of the bar.
The two got into the car, and Luke asked, "To the airport?"
Vanessa thought for a while, then shook her head: "Let's go around the city, the flight will have to wait for two hours."
Luke nodded and drove forward slowly.
With no purpose and no direction, the two just wandered around the city casually.
At night, San Pedro Sula is even more chaotic.
Sporadic gunshots and screams showed that it would not spend the night peacefully.
The two people in the car were silent.
Parting soon.
Although there is nothing sad, but thinking about the leisurely vacation the two of them spent in the past ten days, they still feel a little bit reluctant.
The sound of the car's engine grew louder from behind. The two cars approached quickly and stopped in front of the Toyota pickup with a creak.