Of course, Minty doesn't dislike the current v, on the contrary, he finds it quite interesting.
For little girls, fickle things don't hate boyfriends except.
The key word, handsome!
As long as it becomes more handsome, it will be fine.
It just so happens that V uses two revolvers, both accurate and handsome! She just wanted to say something to him.
Luke changed the bullet again, hehe chuckled and didn't say a word.
He only used two revolvers, and they killed more than 20 gangsters. If he had used other guns, there would have been no living people here, so there is no way for her to contribute.
Otherwise, you realize that you are a soy sauce party, isn't it good? Alas, I am still too young, I need to study more. He made a decision in his mind.
Minty didn't know that her complaints had caused a big problem, and now she had rushed out of the stairs and attacked the five surviving gangsters on the twenty-eighth floor.
Relying on the new battle armor on her body, her small figure jumped around the corners of various buildings and among the furniture, and the two guns in her hands fired dense bullets.
Compared with those accomplices who were shot dead by Luke in one shot, these five gangsters were much more unlucky. They were sieved by the bullets output by Mindy like a rainstorm. The luckiest one was shot twice, and the worst suffered. Five shots, pierced by dead blood.
Luke was not intervening in this small battle. He was like an unrelated person, leaning against the corner of the stairs with his arms folded, in the attitude of a melon-eating crowd watching the excitement.
Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs above him.
"Hurry up, hurry down, the enemy has reached the twenty-eighth floor."
"Where's the explosion-proof shield? The one with the explosion-proof shield goes down first, and the people behind follow..."
Luke leaned against the wall, raising his eyebrows: professional enough! The explosion-proof shield opens the way, and others follow. This is a typical police indoor attack method.
If it were Damon and his daughter guarding here, maybe they would have rushed down.
Well now...
Luke lazily bent his right hand. The Colt python didn't fully raise it, but pointed obliquely from the gap under the left armpit to the position in front of the corner of the stairs.
boom! boom!
An anti-explosion shield that had just popped out of the head was hit for a moment, and the second bullet also hit the sole of the shield-raiser's foot, knocking off a small half of his right foot.
The bandit who raised the shield let out a scream, and rolled down the stairs with the shield on.
Luke ignored this guy.
This gangster needed to hold a shield with both hands, and he didn't hold a gun. Besides, this guy rolled down with a ping-pong-pong-pong, and he was lucky if he didn't fall to his death.
The person behind holding the shield-raiser's shoulder with one hand didn't understand what happened, his left hand suddenly became empty, but his body rushed down inertially.
Just like this, a series of gangsters appeared one by one from the corner of the stairs without any cover.
Bang bang bang!
The four gangsters who were too fast were shot in the chest and abdomen one by one, hit the wall, and rolled down the stairs without a sound.
Only then did Luke reload the Colt Python unhurriedly.
On the stairs, the brigands who stopped their feet in time in the second half were sweating on their foreheads.
The fat black leader who was still on the twenty-ninth floor didn't know what happened, and he yelled, "Why stop? Go down, go down."
The gangsters in the lead were crazy about the old mother of the fat black leader, and they shouted in their mouths: "Leroy, Damm was killed by them, Tommy and the others were also killed without cover."
The black leader Leroy was stunned: "Dead? How did he die?"
Dum was the shield-raising bandit at the head. Logically speaking, he was the most tightly protected by the explosion-proof shield, and ordinary rifles couldn't pierce the regular police shield, so it was difficult to die in one shot.
In fact, the Dum with the shield was not dead, but was knocked on the head when he rolled down and fell into a coma.
But of course the gangsters will say that he is dead now, otherwise they will be forced to rush down by Leroy, a fat black man.
A gangster stepped back and shouted: "There is a very powerful guy down there. His marksmanship was too ruthless. He killed the five people in front of him in one shot. Dum didn't even block him with his shield, and he died with two shots."
Leroy didn't believe it at all, so the other gangsters nodded repeatedly: "Really, there's a sharpshooter down there..."
"Tommy and none of them moved, I saw them bleeding a lot..."
"They all had a big hole in their chest, they couldn't survive..."
The group of gangsters above spoke at an astonishing speed, just like a black collective talk show.
Luke listened with great interest, and then watched Mingdy wipe out the remaining gangsters on the twenty-eighth floor, while assessing the strength of this violent little Luoli.
From the current point of view, Mindy's physical fitness is far superior to that of his peers, and this is just one of them.
What makes her truly outstanding is the nerve response speed inherited from her father Damon.
Several times, almost at the same time as the opponent's bandit reacted, she changed her movement again and killed the opponent with a single shot.
This kind of operation is similar to Luke's close-to-hand gun combat and sensitive reaction.
It's just that Minty made these moves based on her own talent and some professional training. She didn't really sort out the systematic gun fighting skills.
Maybe, I can teach her part of gun fighting skills
This violent little Luoli has considerable training value, and has been taught crooked by his father Damon.
It was impossible for her to go back to the life of an ordinary little girl.
Luke trained her a few years in advance, and when she became an adult, she would not be considered a child laborer. Shouldn't this be as crazy as her father
He never thought that Minty would come to help him now, but the twelve-year-old Mindy will be a good helper in four or five years.
If it's a teammate, it's perfect. Thinking so in his heart, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at the gangster's position across the ceiling from him.
The fat black man upstairs, Leroy, was verbally bombarded by his subordinates, and he was decisively persuaded.
In less than two seconds, the man downstairs killed five of his subordinates in one go, still with the explosion-proof shield opening the way.
This kind of person, Leroy didn't think he had the guts to fight him one-on-one.
So, he made a simple decision: "What about the grenade, I remember you like to carry a grenade with you."
A thin young man of Hispanic origin took out a grenade from his chest without hesitation, and handed it over: "Here it is."
A group of accomplices all exited the word f or s together, and retreated to the side unconsciously.
Someone even scolded: "You beep, didn't you tell me not to take this thing with you? This is New York, not Juarez, Mexico."
Leroy also backed up, and raised his hand to point to the stairs: "Don't give it to me, just throw it down. It's best to blow up that guy. If you don't die, you can go down and kill him together."
All the subordinates stared at him neatly again: "It's not your life, don't you feel bad!"
Looking at the expressions of everyone, Leroy said with difficulty: "I will follow."
All the subordinates despise in their hearts: To put it lightly! Why don't you take the lead.