Luke frowned, but he still took out his gun and rolled down the window.
This was New Jersey, and a lot of people had died in the villa.
He wouldn't shoot unless it was necessary, lest the New Jersey police investigate him over and over again, but he didn't want to see a police officer killed in the line of duty.
On the drone screen, the man stood up with some difficulty and opened the door.
"Good evening, John," the patrol officer greeted him.
"Good evening, Jimmy. Are the neighbors complaining about the noise? "the man called John replied calmly.
On the drone screen, the pistol behind his back didn't move.
The patrol officer nodded slowly. "Yes, it's a little noisy." Then, he tilted his head slightly and looked through the gap next to the man called John, only to see a masked body in a black suit lying on the ground.
John turned his head to look as well.
Luke raised the gun in his hand, but he didn't aim at the half-open window.
If John wanted to silence him, this should be the time.
The patrolman sighed, took off his hat, and scratched his head. "Are you working again?"
John said indifferently, "No, I just figured something out."
The patrol officer said, "Wow, I see. Alright, that's it then. Good night, John. "He put on his hat and left.
His speed wasn't much different from before.
From the car, Luke could see that the patrol officer wasn't afraid or nervous at all. Instead, he had an "as expected" expression on his face.
Clearly, the patrol officer knew John's background, and wasn't surprised that someone had died in his house.
Watching the patrol officer get into the car and leave, Luke put away his gun and rolled up the window.
The John at the entrance of the villa sensed something and looked at the Ford, but the window was already closed, and he couldn't see Luke in the dark car.
He frowned and closed the door.
There might be a passerby in the car who had heard the noise, but that person couldn't see what was going on in the villa, so it didn't matter.
Luke quickly operated the drone for a moment and parked it in a corner of the basement, turning it into a fixed surveillance camera. He then helped the limp female artist up and put her back in the passenger seat. "Okay, I can't wait to go back to your dorm for coffee."
Elena spat at him lightly, but there was no sign of objection on her face. She was the epitome of the word "duplicity".
The Ford started, turned a corner, and drove another kilometer. It was not far from Paland Academy.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Elena looked to the right in front of her in surprise, but she couldn't see what was going on in the distance. She exclaimed softly, "This is … gunfire?"
Luke was a little annoyed. Wang Defa! Again? Since when did New Jersey become so dangerous?
He immediately said, "… Lie down, lean on my side, don't raise your head."
At the same time, he turned off the headlights and slowed down to the side of the road.
The gunshot was too close.
Also, in the few seconds since Luke heard the gunshots, there had been more than a hundred gunshots.
Luke could already tell that it was the sound of at least five rifles firing at the same time. Were they crazy?
Although this was considered the outskirts of North Bergen, was it really okay to cause such a big commotion?
Just now, when John was at home, one against twelve, he didn't cause such a big commotion.
Could it be the army? Or … mercenaries? As he pondered, he released the mini drone for the second time tonight.
The drone nimbly passed through a small stretch of forest and saw ten people surrounding a two-story building. They were holding rifles in their hands, and they took turns to fire and push forward, pressing towards the building.
Looking at these people's stance, Luke was slightly surprised.
These ten people were also wearing black hoods and black clothes, but they were all wearing professional combat uniforms. At the same time, they were also wearing bulletproof vests and even had plugs.
At a glance, Luke could tell that there were M4A1s, AR-15s, and expensive HK416s in their hands. Furthermore, they were all specially modified weapons.
Compared with the twelve men in black suits who had died in John's villa, these people in black combat uniforms were the real professionals, and were clearly from the military.
No wonder their methods were so simple and crude! Muttering to himself, Luke controlled the drone to slip into the house where bullets were flying everywhere.
There were only three fallen black combat uniforms in the kitchen. They were clearly in cahoots with the people outside.
One head was stuck in the kitchen door and hung there.
Another was hanging at a strange angle. It was obvious that his neck was broken.
The last one was stiff, and the syringe in his neck was already empty.
Luke smacked his lips. "This is interesting."
Hearing that, Elena couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "You're not thinking of going over, are you? It's too dangerous. "
Luke rubbed her earlobe. "Hey, I'm NYPD, not the New Jersey police. I have no law enforcement authority here."
Elena was relieved. "Then what are you going to do?"
Luke said, "Don't worry, I've already texted the police."
Elena hummed. She felt a little awkward at what should have been a standard answer, but she didn't say anything else.
Luke wasn't in a hurry.
Clearly, like John, the residents of this building weren't ordinary people.
There were already three people in black combat uniforms lying inside, which meant that this person wasn't unprepared.
Rubbing the future painter's earlobe gently with one hand, Luke quickly controlled the drone to wander around the house with the other, just like he had done before.
The drone found an open basement entrance again.
He smacked his lips. "No way! Another basement? "
The drone, however, had already flown in without stopping.
A moment later, Luke had a strange expression on his face.
On the screen, this basement didn't have much in common with the basement in John's villa. However, there was an eight-pound sledgehammer on the ground, a cement floor that had been smashed open, and … an open box under the ground.
Apart from the size of the box and the lack of weapons and gold coins inside, it was almost a replica of the basement in John's villa.
"What a f * cking coincidence," Luke murmured. "Could it be that every bigshot has a secret compartment like this in their basements? Also, do they always like to pick up their sledgehammers when the enemy comes? "
What happened in the building next was similar to what had happened in John's villa. The ten people in black combat uniforms who entered the building were wiped out in less than five minutes.
The bald bigshot in pajamas and bare feet inside was extremely terrifying.
Even though his strength and speed weren't ridiculously high, with his almost prophetic judgment and silent movements, the ten men in black combat suits delivered their heads to the muzzle of his gun of their own accord.
One shot, one kill. The P226 didn't even need to be reloaded to take out ten people in black combat uniforms.
Then, the bald bigshot, who was about fifty years old, picked up his backpack, got up, and left.
After he left, the building, which had been riddled with holes from the rifle, rumbled, and a large piece of the roof fell off.
The bald bigshot didn't even look back as he got into his car and left, as if he were a real man who never turned around to watch an explosion.
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