Looking at the posture of the group of gang members, the customers in the store didn't need anyone to urge them, they were very conscious, and they all hid in every corner in silence.
Kincaid looked at these people: "Looking for you?"
Luke: "Why didn't they come to you?"
Kincaid shrugged: "I don't seem to have offended anyone here."
Luke scoffed at this argument, raised his hand and drew two circles on his face: "Don't forget that one, you stepped on your face and turned it into a tomato pizza, so it's not your fault?"
Kincaid nodded helplessly: "Okay, but you shot through the legs of three unlucky guys, and then you and your girlfriend killed the six people they went to seek revenge. Isn't that too much for me?"
Luke: "But that doesn't prove that these people are here for me, right?"
"It's him, that white boy! He killed Ferreno and the others." Someone in the opposite group shouted.
A group of people pointed their guns at Luke.
Kincaid burst out laughing, and moved his body to the side: "It seems that it's your business."
What Luke could say was an international gesture to Kincaid.
"That black bald guy is also in the same group. He stomped on Sams's face just now." The same one just now called out again.
Immediately, half of the guns were separated and aimed at Kincaid.
Luke smiled: "It seems that it's your business too. One half?"
Kincaid: "Okay, let's finish things early, and I have to talk to my wife."
"It's your "future" wife." Luke insisted on this.
As the two taunted each other, a group of gangsters at the door became impatient: "Kill them."
Bang bang bang bang!
At the moment before the gangster shot, Luke jumped and rolled, hid behind the coffee table seat next to him, bent over and ran to a corner, and gave the other side a thumbs up: "Come on, Kincaid, I like you."
"Haha, that's a good idea! Half for one person!" Kincaid acted almost at the same time as Luke, turned over and hid behind the bar, curling his lips in disdain.
Luke shrugged: "Okay, deal."
The flying bullets smashed the wine cabinet and bar to pieces, and all kinds of liquor and items flew around.
At the same time, the corner of the wall on Luke's side was also beaten so that smoke rose and the wall splashed.
Following the respective actions of the two, the culprit also subconsciously approached.
The guns in their hands were still firing crazily, and the sound of gunfire in the entire space was deafening for a while.
Luke had already stuffed two headsets into his ears, and the electronically picked-up headsets blocked the excessively violent noise.
But for a while the gangsters were shooting while frowning, a little earache.
He looked over the bar and gave a secret praise in his heart.
Kincaid is a cunning guy.
After jumping into the bar just now, he slipped through the small door behind the bar, and now he is watching a play in a corner away from the bar.
Luke raised a hand behind the corner and made two gestures to him, meaning "three two one, shoot together."
Kincaid gave an ok gesture.
Along with Luke's countdown gesture, the gangster's gunshots suddenly faded away.
These guys are super amateurs, and they can't even guarantee the continuity of firepower. More than half of the dozen or so people have emptied their magazines with their front and rear feet, and they are in the gap between magazine changes.
Luke's countdown gesture also happened to be completed.
Luke and Kincaid stuck out their guns almost at the same time.
Clap clap clap clap!
The position where Kincaid and Luke were standing just formed a crossfire, and more than half of the gangsters at the intersection instantly rushed to the street.
Luke didn't even bother to aim.
There is no need for him to show too precise marksmanship in front of Kincaid, because there is no need for it.
This group of idiot gangsters thought they had a large number of people, and approached step by step from entering the door to firing, to firing bullets, but they didn't even disperse.
In such a small space, the dozen or so people were a huge group of living targets.
Kincaid and Luke emptied the magazines of their pistols in an instant. Among the dozen or so gangsters, only three were lucky enough not to be shot, and they hid aside in fright.
Kincaid over there changed the magazine and made a "you continue" gesture to Luke.
Luke shrugged, changed the magazine half a second faster than the black bald head, and ejected the muzzle again.
Clap clap clap clap!
The two gangsters who did not hide screamed and fell to the ground. One was shot on the sole of the foot and the other was shot in the arm.
Snapped! Snapped!
Two random shots were placed in the chests of these two men, and Luke changed the magazine again.
Kincaid applauded silently over there.
Luke raised his hand in a "please" gesture.
Kincaid laughed without showing his head, but stuck his wrist out of the muzzle of the gun.
Clap clap!
The last gangster was shot twice in the upper body and fell to the ground.
Luke also clapped his palms silently twice.
Kincaid's three shots were not fired indiscriminately, but targeted at the reflection of a mirror at the bar counter.
This is not something that ordinary shooters can do.
At this time, Luke changed the magazine again and stepped out.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
The gangsters who were still screaming on the ground were shot in the chest one by one by him.
He then returned two shots without looking back.
Clap!
The last two bullets were not wasted. The bartender next to the bar who was holding a rifle and trying to sneak up on him was shot in the thigh first, and when he lowered his head and screamed, he was shot again in the head.
These gangsters came prepared, and of course it was the bartender who tipped off the news.
Luke also knew that this bar was the territory of this gang, and the bartender was of course theirs.
No, he hasn't come back yet.
Snapped!
Kincaid came out from the side, raised his hand and aimed at Luke... a shot was shot behind him.
A guy who was hiding in the crowd and took a sneak peek at Luke with a gun had his head blown.
Kincaid laughed, "You owe me your life."
Luke pouted, and suddenly picked up the m1911 with no bullets in his hand and smashed it out.
The barrel of the gun spun and clanged on the face of some gun-wielding bandit on the other side, who was aiming at Kincaid.
He shrugged: "Even."
The latter two were also with the gangsters, but they were just hidden people sitting among the guests, and they didn't show up immediately.
Now these two guys who wanted to shoot black guns secretly rushed to the street, and no one with a gun appeared among the guests hiding in the corners.
Luke walked over, tipped his toes, picked up a pistol in the hands of a gangster, and walked back to the bar.
Kincaid was tossing and turning in the bar at the moment, and after a while he let out a wow and took out a bottle of red wine.
Luke looked at the label and was completely unimpressed: "Is this wine good?"
Kincaid curled his lips: "It's average, but at least it's genuine. The tequila that the bartender gave me just now is definitely a counterfeit, and it tastes terrible. Take this bottle of wine to compensate me now, and I'll give it to Sony later." Ya."
Luke picked up his own can of juice on the bar, and it was not easy for the can of juice to be safe after so many guns were shot just now.
He took a leisurely sip before asking, "Sonia? That future wife of yours?"