Seeing that Luke's back was about to disappear around the corner of the stairs, Minty hurried to catch up: "Wait, why is the table paying attention to you? You're not right!"
Luke: "So, people must read more! This is actually very simple, that is..."
He fooled little Luoli with those unreliable keyboard warrior remarks from the previous life, and the two went all the way to the rooftop.
In the communication system, Damon has already talked to the big enemy Damico.
The conversation between the two was very straightforward.
Damon, who came to avenge his revenge tonight, did not hide his figure at all. Damico saw him when he took his son and wife up to the rooftop.
As soon as he saw Damon's appearance, D'Amico understood: "It's you!"
Damon: "It's me."
D'Amico: "Why don't you want to die happily?"
Damon: "Because I want to watch you die."
Damico: "Then try!"
Damon: "Just try it."
The two of them just said a few words, and their eyes were about to burst into flames.
The so-called enemies are extremely jealous when they meet. These two have been entangled for more than ten years, and they are the enemies of life.
In the past year, the two of you designed to dig a hole, and I jumped out to fight back.
Damon almost fell down several times, but Damico also suffered heavy losses, losing more than a dozen batches of money, goods, and people.
The two sides roared, like two red-eyed bulls, rushing towards each other, the guns in their hands were raised, and they opened fire crazily.
Clap clap!
In just two seconds, the two collided together.
Damon, who was wearing a battle armor, took advantage of it, and it didn't matter if he was hit by three bullets.
D'Amico was grazed by a bullet in his ribs, but he didn't seem to notice, he threw away the pistol casually, continued to charge, and hit Damon with both hands.
Damon didn't show any weakness, and threw away the gun in his hand, confronting him head-on.
In the low bang bang sound, the two punched and kicked each other crazily.
After fighting for a minute, D'Amico's nose was bruised, his nose was bleeding, and he was beaten into a pig's head.
Protected by Damon's battle armor, he was unharmed again.
Suddenly, the unrecognizable Damico sneered: "Is it amazing that you have this turtle shell? Go to hell!"
While speaking, his arms clasped Damon's wrists tightly, he got up, his legs wrapped around Damon's neck, locked Damon's right arm in his own arms, and used a Classic cross.
D'Amico has never been a weak boss, and he beat and killed many opponents with fists and kicks when he was young.
He is proficient in judo, aikido, boxing, muay thai, and is an out-and-out fighter.
Even though he was nearly forty years old, he never stopped his daily fighting training.
He had known for a long time that the old opponent Damon couldn't be killed by bullets, and most of the anger just now was faked, just to provoke Damon, and then approached Damon with the opportunity to find a chance to fight back.
Sure enough, under Damon's excitement, his marksmanship fell short.
In the past, the marksmanship that could smash D'Amico into a sieve only hit the opponent once.
Perhaps, subconsciously, Damon didn't want to kill D'Amico's big enemy with a single shot. He needed to vent his anger and anger for more than ten years before he beat up D'Amico's face.
At this time, the figures of Luke and Minty also appeared at the stairs of the rooftop.
Seeing that Papa seemed to be at a disadvantage, Minty subconsciously wanted to draw a gun.
Luke pressed her shoulders: "No, your father is not that weak, and he is still wearing armor. Let him complete this final revenge by himself."
Minty was stunned for a moment before she understood.
Damon's brand new suit of armor and Damiko's fight is completely cheating.
Damon just didn't want to kill D'Amico too soon.
Luke sighed in his heart: To be the boss of a gang also needs to keep pace with the times, the saying that the rich rely on technology is really true.
D'Amico, a rich man who does not rely on technology, is a negative example.
At this moment, D'Amico on the field yanked his hands and pushed his hips up, trying to break Damon's arm.
As a result... it didn't move.
He froze for a moment, and tried again.
Still... didn't move.
Damon suddenly sneered: "Sapris! Marafake!"
He was holding his straight right arm, ignoring D'Amico's weight of nearly two hundred pounds, and slowly bent it.
"You! Give it to me! Go to hell!" He yelled violently, twisting and throwing his arms.
Damico's burly body was swung up by Damon, drew a half circle in the air, and hit the ground with a bang.
This blow directly smashed D'Amico to hold his breath for a few seconds, his hands and feet could no longer lock Damon's right arm, and he fell down, while spitting out a mouthful of old blood.
Of course, it wasn't some kind of internal bleeding, it was just that Damon's sudden fall just now caused Damico to bite his own tongue, and he coughed it out mixed with saliva.
Minty's eyes lit up.
This time Luke provided them with a very simple auxiliary power system on the new armor.
This auxiliary power system can't control much, but it protects the joints from being turned over, and the instantaneous burst of powerful force can crush any normal person.
Like the Cross Guard, which uses its own body weight to oppress the opponent's joints, which is the fighting style of "the arms can't hold the thighs" as the saying goes, it is courting death against the auxiliary power system of the battle armor.
Damico could not only break off the "iron" arm of Damon's battle armor, but also couldn't resist the huge force of the auxiliary power system, and was directly smashed into a semi-paralyzed state.
Luke curled his lips again: The leader of the gang who doesn't understand science is such a tragedy that an egg dares to touch a stone.
The half-kneeling Damon slowly got up, and looked down at D'Amico condescendingly: "You, do you have any last words?"
D'Amico coughed, but defiantly spat bloody saliva at Damon: "You will also be buried with me, including the little girl who was with you. Is she your daughter? Haha, she will go to hell with you of."
Damon stepped down and slapped him hard: "No, hell only belongs to rubbish like you, go to hell!"
As he spoke, he pulled out another gun on his body and pointed it at D'Amico's head.
"No, don't kill my father!" A thin figure jumped in front of Damon, blocking the gun.
This is a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, but his face is pale and his appearance is gloomy.
The young man yelled and pushed hard on Damon's chest, as if trying to stop him from shooting.
Damon remained silent, and with a light push, the young man staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.
Snapped!
A hole appeared in the middle of D'Amico's forehead.
His eyes were still staring at Damon, but gradually lost their luster.
"Daddy! Daddy!" The young man cried and crawled over, hugging D'Amico's body tightly.
Damon walked silently, walking past Damico and the young man.
"You wait, I will definitely kill you." The young man looked at Damon's back and suddenly roared.
Then, he looked at Luke and the two at the entrance of the rooftop: "And you, none of you can escape."
Luke crossed his arms and asked in the communication system: "This young man is so courageous, what should I do?"