The robbers were caught off guard by the sudden attack from both sides.
Among the two below, the leader moved erratically, his marksmanship was precise and coquettish, almost one or two bursts would bring down a gangster.
The policewoman's marksmanship is not that exaggerated, but she is still competent as the cover of the first person's firepower.
And a black gun professional who hid on the roof and stole people's heads condescendingly was going too far.
He emptied Glock's first magazine in three seconds, and seventeen bullets blasted the heads of seven gangsters and the chests of eight gangsters.
Then, after the last bullet of the first magazine was fired, he pressed the release button, and the magazine that had been prepared with his left hand was inserted instantly, and the reset button was pressed, and the sleeve reset.
A series of gunshots sounded again.
The gangster downstairs is not a rookie, but an experienced mercenary.
After several companions fell down in a row, they also noticed that a gunshot sounded from the wrong position, and several people raised their guns and swept upstairs.
Luke was very calm.
The approximate location of these gangsters was locked by him in advance, and half of them are dead now, and the remaining people who are more threatening are given priority.
This is a game of who is faster.
As long as Luke moves a little faster than each gangster's muzzle to his own position, he can take the initiative in every confrontation.
And once he has the upper hand, it is difficult for him to lose this kind of shooting within 20 meters.
When the six gangsters raised their guns and swept upwards, Luke sent two bullets to each of them at the speed of each gun.
As soon as the six thieves fell down, the gunfire on the street immediately faded away, and the two people below who broke out from the prison car also rushed into the side alley.
However, perhaps because the pace of the headman was too aggressive, one of the gangsters that Luke knocked down didn't let go of the trigger when he fell to the ground, and inexplicably produced a stray bullet.
The man entered the alley with half of his body, but was still shot in the last half of his calf. He let out a scream, cursed "Marefake", and rolled into the alley.
Luke looked speechless on the roof: What bad luck! Can the remaining half of the leg be shot? Good thing it wasn't the knee.
But this man was not an ordinary person, he stood up with his injured leg, and swept away with his backhand, knocking down two approaching bandits, limping in an extremely aggressive manner, and slipped away resolutely.
The policewoman also retreated into the alley and ran after him.
Without stopping in his hand, Luke emptied the magazine in one go, overturned the four gangsters who were trying to lean towards the entrance of the alley, and dodged as soon as the pistol was retracted.
He likes to remain anonymous when he does good deeds, let the British police uncles take the credit for themselves.
After going around the alley several times and walking almost a kilometer, he stood under a round-shaped apartment building, easily jumped on the wall, grabbed the fire stairs on the second floor, and climbed to the fifth floor .
Stepping on two window sills less than ten centimeters away, Luke grabbed the edge of the third window and poked his head out.
Someone inside was saying impatiently: "Don't bother with the damn phone, Duhovic knows our line, it can only be because there is a mole in your Interpol. Now I need someone to treat the injury, and you need help. Remember, Must be an outsider."
Luke listened outside the window for a moment, then knocked on the glass with a smile.
The guns of the two people in the room pointed at them immediately.
Seeing a big smiling face and a waving hand outside the window, both of them were surprised.
The policewoman was a little at a loss.
Shooting would easily attract the police, and the other party did not attack first, so she subconsciously glanced at the person next to her.
The other man held his gun, frowned, stared at that face for a moment, and then said, "Honduras?"
Luke's smiling face outside the window was even brighter: "Is your future wife okay?"
As soon as the question came out, the corner of the man's mouth twitched, but he lowered his gun: "Let him in, he is not from Duhovic."
The policewoman was surprised: "Are you serious? Do you know how many killers and mercenaries Duhovic hired to kill you?"
And this guy who hangs like a thief outside the window looks like a killer! She muttered in her heart, but under the watchful eyes of the two inside and outside the window, she still struggled to open the window.
After opening the window buckle, she immediately backed away from the window. Although the gun in her hand was not raised, she maintained a posture ready to attack at any time.
Luke still opened the window by himself and got in.
He first nodded to the vigilant policewoman: "Hello, beautiful lady, what's your name?"
Policewoman: "Shouldn't you say it first?"
Luke shrugged: "Just call me oolbirds."
Policewoman: "Rosell!"
Then his eyes turned to the person sitting on the sofa: "Long time no see, your life is not going well, Kincaid."
At this moment, the person on the sofa had already taken off his black wire cap, revealing a big black bald head with the tattoo of dead tree and crow still on it.
Hearing the name on Luke's newspaper, he curled his lips, reconfirming that he did not recognize the wrong person.
Cool Bird was the name of the bar when he met his wife Sonia, and it was in Honduras.
On the day he met his wife Sonia, there was a young man sitting next to him, and the two teamed up to beat up the gang in the bar.
Although he doesn't know the details of this young man, and the young man's face is not right now, Kincaid is aware of his state.
If he fights with this young man now, he will definitely win or lose.
Luke pulled a chair and a stool beside him, and gestured.
Kincaid consciously put his shot right leg up.
Luke took out something from the backpack on his back, and clicked his tongue: "Walking too aggressively, it really didn't end well. If you were willing to crawl a few steps on the ground with your butt up, you wouldn't be shot, right? "
Kincaid's brain turned, and he suddenly understood: "Just now... it was you?"
As soon as he said this, the policewoman Russell a few meters away was so frightened that she immediately pointed the gun in her hand at Luke.
Hearing this, she thought Luke was the one who shot Kincaid.
Luke didn't even look at her. He put on the rubber gloves unhurriedly, and cut off one of Kincaid's trouser legs with scissors with a smile: "A reminder, don't talk nonsense without evidence."
Kincaid understood it in his heart.
It's no wonder that when he rushed out of the prison car, someone attacked the gangsters at the same time, and the shooting skills were extremely sharp.
He was in a hurry to break through and run, and he had no time to stand in the middle of the road and look up.
But the experienced man was still amazed by the marksmanship of the man on the roof.
It is really not as simple as in the movie that the gun is shot in vain.
In actual combat, the shooter's own state needs to be controlled, and the opponent is not a fixed target. A hit rate of 20-30% is excellent.
Now that Luke appeared, and thinking of the scene where the gangster fell like cutting wheat just now, Kincaid still didn't understand.