The policemen did not give up, and followed the mercenary's car to catch up.
All of a sudden, gunshots and sirens rang out in the romantic city streets, and car accidents continued.
Luke is not in a hurry.
It's not easy for that old guy Kincaid to die, safety first.
From the back was a suv decorated with backward mercenaries, and he pulled his hand on the shelf behind the motorcycle, and held up a big killer hidden in a leather case in his hand.
boom! boom!
When speeding up to pass this car, the big killer in his hand sprayed the opponent's front windshield.
The front windshield of the suv was torn apart, the driver's seat was splashed with blood, and the front of the car broke through the guardrail and fell into the river.
Luke wowed: "It's so exciting!"
The big killer in his hand swung around in the air, and with a click sound, the empty shell was ejected, and the motorcycle just grabbed the second suv obliquely in front.
boom! boom!
The mercenary driving the second suv also followed in the footsteps, the front windshield was covered with bullet holes, and the face was punched into a pockmarked funnel.
A bearded mercenary on the co-pilot reacted quickly and grabbed the steering wheel to prevent the suv from losing control.
The big killer in Luke's hand turned around again, and the muzzle of the gun was raised.
The bearded mercenary's complexion changed drastically, and as soon as he let go of his hand, he shrank under the center console.
boom! boom!
The windshield of the co-pilot was also shattered, the suv flicked its tail rapidly, and rolled over with a bang.
Luke glanced at the co-pilot, curled his lips and walked away.
His big killer is purely a small toy for personal preference, it can only hold seven bullets, it is too wasteful to hit people, it is best to take a taxi.
If there are four mercenaries on an SUV, then one seven gets seven, two seven one eighteen... Ah bah!
Luke barely regained his composure.
Although these mercenaries are not bad, but there are no individual strong guys, and they are not as rigorous as the regular troops pressing down on them and taking turns to attack. It is difficult for him to be serious.
When the car turned around, Fatty Harley cut diagonally across an alley, and when he rushed out, he just swung his tail and stuck to the passenger side of the third SUV.
The big killer in Luke's hand just turned around again and was raised flat.
The mercenary on the co-pilot shrank his head suddenly with a look of horror on his face.
boom!
The mercenary felt a bit sore in his scalp, but he couldn't help feeling grateful when he saw his companion in the driver's seat whose entire chest was bleeding.
As a result, a hand reached in through the broken car window, grabbed the gun belt, and pulled him out of the car, dragging him on the ground and rushing forward.
The mercenary yelled and waved his hands wildly, trying to shake off the gun belt.
But Luke twisted it around his neck with the gun belt, and he couldn't pull it off at all.
The mercenary's butt was rubbing wildly on the small bumpy brick street, his eyes were almost turned white, Luke swung his gun belt and smashed his head to the railing on the side of the road, The guy was half-hung to it by the gun sash.
Throwing away the excess garbage, Luke continued to catch up.
As a result, there was a burst of gunshots, and things around him exploded, but it was the police officers in the two police cars who opened fire on him.
Luke Jue Dao: These policemen are really good, beat whoever they see!
He resolutely turned the front of the car, and Fat Harley ran across a small bridge and followed the mercenary SUV on the opposite side.
I caught up with this SUV at the turn, and a shot hit the window, forcing it to go sideways into the river. He jumped up and rushed to the middle of a small bridge.
There, a mercenary was taking out an rpg to aim at the oncoming speedboat.
The eyes of the black bald man on the speedboat widened, his nostrils flared, and his breathing stopped for a moment.
In this narrow river, hiding from this thing is purely a gamble, and he is not sure, so he can only pray for God's blessing.
At this moment, amidst the sudden high-pitched roar of the motorcycle, a Harley fat boy flew obliquely and landed on the small bridge ahead of Kincaid.
Kincaid could even see a modified Winchester m1887 spinning leisurely in the hands of the knight in black leather under the sun.
With a clear click, the empty shell flew out, and the next round was loaded.
boom!
This shot directly hit the mercenary holding the bazooka half a circle, and the rocket warhead shot into the SUV next to it with a bang.
The accomplice was gutted, and before he had time to react, a rocket shot through the window.
But because the distance was too close, the safety of this rocket did not open, it did not explode, but continued, piercing through his shoulder and nailing it to the seat.
Fatty Harley flew over the heads of the rocket mercenaries rushing to the street, and slanted across the ground.
Luke inserted his beloved toy back into the leather case next to the rear wheel in mid-air, and pressed his hands firmly on the front of the car that was about to shake.
Fatty Harley slammed on the bridge, swung his butt from side to side reluctantly, finally settled down, dodged left and right on the sidewalk, and caught up with the bandit car and police car in front.
This time, the people in the police car finally didn't shoot him. The policeman in the co-pilot was surprised and shouted, "Your department?"
He just saw Luke destroy the rocket mercenary, and the person who used the rocket in the city must not be the police.
From this point of view, Luke is considered a friendly army
Luke didn't say a word, twisted the accelerator, overtook the police car, and twitched and turned with his left hand again.
Click! boom!
The suv of the last gangster twisted its body, but it couldn't avoid the shotguns that Luke was close at hand, and the front windshield was immediately blown away.
But the driver was very persistent, trying to keep the SUV moving while reducing the speed.
The corner of Luke's mouth curled up, and Winchester turned around again in his hand.
Click!
The gangster finally raised his head, wanting to look at the road ahead.
As a result, I saw a black muzzle facing the driver's window.
His eyes widened and he exclaimed, "No..."
boom!
There was blood all over the driver's seat.
Is it not good to live? Why are you so dedicated! With a dark sigh, he put his gun back into its holster.
Watching Kincaid disappear in the bend of the river in the speedboat, the Fat Harley under Luke accelerated again and sped away.
…
However, Kincaid managed to escape, but a security guard ran into a little trouble.
Michael may have been infected with bad luck by the non-chief. Before he was driving a motorcycle, he also helped Kincaid deal with a lot of mercenaries. In the end, he was knocked off the motorcycle by a group of mercenaries, and was taken away after being unconscious.
Luke tracked the bug on Michael's body, turned the car around, and followed.
Twenty minutes later, outside an old small building on the outskirts of the city, Luke stood behind a big tree and looked at the mercenary den in front of him.
He looked at the phone screen again, and there was a green dot on it that was approaching rapidly.
The green dot is Kincaid!
This old fellow was not simple either. After escaping from the pursuit, he quickly turned around and attached the returning mercenaries.
Michael in the den was about to be treated with electric shock, and Kincaid, a bald man, rushed to grab points.
He couldn't wait any longer.
In the headset, Michael was chattering endlessly: "You know what? You have to make me trust you and establish a connection before I can tell you the information... ah"
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