If the Camorra guards had advanced a little more steadily, there would have been a high chance that they would have discovered Luke. Unfortunately, they were too impatient.
Luke waited patiently for the third person to pass the fork and the fourth person to move to the middle of the fork. Then, he instantly moved sideways and held the HK416 firmly with both hands before he pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang!
The fourth guard fell as he charged forward, and the fifth guard just happened to rush to the middle of the fork and also fell in a similar position.
The sixth guard revealed most of his body.
He reacted quickly, and his face was filled with fear as he tried to take back the step he had just taken.
But it was too late.
Bang!
Bang! Two consecutive shots rang out, and blood burst out of his chest as he became the third guard to die.
"Enemy!"
"He's in the fork."
"Over here. The assassin is in the second tunnel in the southwest."
After seven or eight seconds of chaos, the seven guards covered each other and charged in.
The hidden spot where Luke had been standing earlier was now empty.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Luke quietly emerged from the passage behind them and aimed his gun at the guards who had their backs to the intersection and were moving deeper into the fork. In the blink of an eye, he fired cleanly in all directions.
The four guards who were lagging behind were shot in the back at almost the same time. They fell forward and couldn't get up.
Only then did the three guards realize what was going on and subconsciously turn around.
Bang! Bang!
Another three shots were fired, and the remaining three guards were lying on their backs.
Luke, however, scratched his head. "This … seems a little too much. Won't I scare the others away?"
It was mainly because his attack this time had been too fast. In less than twenty seconds, ten Camorra guards had been killed.
At this rate, the sixty or so guards in the lower levels would all be dead in five minutes.
Why would he run then? It would be too intimidating to kill so many guards so easily.
Keep a low profile! I have to keep a low profile! I'm John Wick now, not V. I need acting skills, not strength! Reminding himself that, he took a deep breath and resolutely charged at the other team of guards. Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Ahhhh!
A series of blood-curdling screams rang out, and the instantaneous burst of gunfire was extremely intense. The continuous blazing gunfire even lit up the underground passage.
Several guards shouted nervously, "Southwest passage, come quickly!"
"This guy is too strong! Come help me!"
"Steady, steady, we hit him."
"He's injured."
"Let Kira and the others surround them from that side …"
Holding the HK416 in one hand and pressing his other hand to his abdomen, Luke stumbled into a corner and immediately put down his hand.
He shook his head helplessly and looked at the time on his watch.
The second exchange of gunfire, including the act of fighting and running, only took three minutes and fifteen seconds, and this team of guards lost another five.
If he had not pretended to be injured, these guys would have started to retreat.
Acting was really too difficult!
With that in mind, he quietly retreated.
Bang, bang, bang!
"Ahhh!"
While the remaining half of the guards were still trembling in fear, reinforcements thirty meters away were ambushed again.
With his legs spread apart, Luke, who was on a beam in the underground passage, silently looked down.
Four of the guards had already passed through his legs. The fifth guard suddenly wiped his face and looked at the blood on his fingertips. He suddenly screamed and raised his head. "Up …"
Bang!
His skull split open, and he couldn't finish his sentence. Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The four guards in front didn't even have time to straighten their backs before they collapsed.
Luke, on the other hand, swung the HK416 over his shoulder like a gecko and disappeared into the corner of the passage seven or eight meters away.
By the time the remaining half of the guards charged in with their guns raised, the roof was already empty.
…
In the bedroom in the main building, Jaina was still lying on the bed. She frowned and asked, "He's still here?"
Cassian looked at the text on his phone. "No, he's still fighting with Lucio and Ferdinand's men in the basement."
Jaina was a little uneasy. "He should leave, or he'll be surrounded. Cassian, our guards didn't chase after him, did they? "
"No. According to the plan, I had those crooked guys take their men with them. "Cassian was helpless.
His phone beeped as he received a new text.
He picked up his phone and glanced at it. His lips twitched. After confirming that it was a message from his subordinate, he said, "Miss, he's already killed Ferdinand, as well as thirty-five guards. I think he was only shot once."
Stunned, Jaina suddenly sat up. "He was shot?"
Cassian pressed his hands down helplessly. "Miss, don't move. My makeup skills aren't as professional as his. If your 'corpse' makeup isn't good, it'll be easy for others to notice. "
Jaina sighed. "Fine, I'll lie down. Remind me to adjust my makeup."
At that point, she couldn't help but mutter, "Enough. More than half of those disobedient old guys are dead. Why are you taking such risks?"
She suddenly blushed. "Are you afraid that I can't deal with those old guys, so you're helping me get rid of them? My little night demon, I love you so much. "
Cassian: My heart is so tired. I want to retire!
…
While the two of them were bored out of their minds, Luke's performance was still going on.
Cassian's intelligence was a little behind.
In fact, Luke should have been shot a second time, and it was in his left thigh.
So, as Luke limped away, he didn't forget to throw his HK416 at a guard who popped up around the corner, and the guy's face caved in.
Then, he swung his backpack in front of him. At the same time, he pulled open the Velcro buckle and pulled out a Benelli M1014.
Boom!
The second guard, who had just charged out, was sent flying with a huge hole in his waist.
The third guard charged out, but his face was full of fear.
He had been following Luke too fast and couldn't stop.
In his nervousness, he had already fired randomly, hoping to scare Luke and lower his accuracy.
The M1014 in Luke's right hand, however, was extremely stable as flames spewed out of the black muzzle.
Boom!
This guy was also sent flying. His whole body hit the wall two meters away, and then slowly slid down, smearing a large patch of blood red on the wall.
The hurried footsteps in the tunnel paused for a moment before they turned into the sound of footsteps.
Luke crooked his finger, and the big backpack was closed and the Velcro fastened back together.
Limping, he quickly turned into another fork in the tunnel not far away. He couldn't help but mumble to himself, I'm limping! Come on, hurry up and call the remaining two squads of guards to come and beat me up.
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