Of the sixty or so Camorra guards who had charged into the basement, only twenty or so were left.
Not enough! My injuries aren't serious enough! Luke mumbled inwardly.
If he didn't pretend to be in a worse state, the twenty or so guards would definitely flee.
In less than ten minutes, forty of their comrades had died. Only those who weren't scared wouldn't be sane.
Thankfully, half of the guards who had been spared had done a meritorious deed.
They began to tell the remaining two intact squads that the assassin had been injured in the abdomen and left leg, and that he was fleeing to the southwest exit. They had to stop him, and so on.
Listening in on the conversation with his wireless earpiece, Luke ran toward the last two squads with Sharp Nose and Elementary Soundwave.
The two parties approached each other at a 90-degree angle.
In the end, Luke quickened his pace and ran seven or eight meters ahead of the other party.
Of course, he was limping again.
Not only did he have to send them off, he had to send them off with a limp.
The nervous guards opened fire without hesitation. Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Luke's back trembled and he fell to the ground. He then struggled to crawl forward and roll into a corner.
The guards perked up. "He's in Tunnel 4 in the southwest. We hit him again. He's seriously injured."
The other squad of guards who were dozens of meters away were also delighted, and sped up to surround Luke.
This guy had killed so many people. Whoever killed this terrifying assassin would definitely be handsomely rewarded. Hundreds of thousands of dollars wouldn't even be a small amount.
Getting a promotion, a raise, becoming a middle-level leader, and finding a bunch of fair and beautiful women was all a given.
Thinking that, the head of the guards had already shouted an order. "Get into formation and get ready to give chase."
Luke retreated into a corner and threw the 1014 and the gun backpack to the ground.
He had to show that he was seriously injured and out of ammo, or he wouldn't be able to face the forty or so Camorra guards who had died!
He smeared some of the blood he had drawn from John on the ground and the wall, and left eye-catching bloodstains. Nodding in satisfaction, he took out the Glocks under his armpits and held them in his hands.
Two magazines probably wouldn't be enough for twenty-five people.
After all, he had to use John's most commonly used Mozambican shooting style, and it would be best if everyone had two bullets.
However, he couldn't really kill all of them.
After killing them, there would be no witnesses to prove that Night Demon had only completed the mission with great difficulty because he was severely injured!
If he wasn't seriously injured, would Santino really dare to chase after him again?
Let's see which one of you is unlucky enough to send yourself to my gun! Luke mumbled inwardly as he prepared to retreat.
He was now southwest of a crossroad.
The guard who had shot him was at the southeast passageway, and the guard who had rushed over had taken a detour from the northwest to the west, flanking his escape route.
Through the earpiece, he could hear the communication and coordination between the two teams of guards. They were preparing to attack at the same time and attack from the front and back, making sure that he could not attend to one and lose sight of the other.
When they started to count down, Luke started to count down as well.
When the group of guards behind him rushed out, he leapt into the air, scurrying past the entrance of the passageway, and then limped towards the northeast passageway.
F * ck you! The commanders of the two teams of guards cursed in their hearts at almost the same time.
This guy was too slippery!
Previously, this assassin had been trying his best to get close to the southwest exit, making them think that he would once again choose to break through the southwest guards.
In the end, this guy suddenly turned around and attacked them.
But the two teams of guards had already begun to move. Furthermore, they noticed that the guy in the suit had slowed down a lot, and there was a lot of blood in the corner and on the ground.
"He's lost a lot of blood. He can't have run far," one of the squad leaders quickly roared. "Follow him and kill him."
Without any hesitation, the twenty or so people ran in the direction that Luke had disappeared.
After running twenty meters, they arrived at a hall.
This was where the owners of ancient castles hid from enemies and ate and banquets. It was relatively spacious.
The twenty or so people covered their way in and guarded the southwest passageway. The "safe" password rang out one after another, and the entire team started to enter the center of the hall.
At that moment, gunshots rang out.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Pa! The four wall lamps in the four corners of the hall were knocked out. Apart from the dim light coming from a few passageways, most of the hall was dark.
"Watch out!" A shrill roar rang out.
The leader of the guards was reminding everyone.
Just now, he already knew who they were facing.
Night Devil John, a legendary assassin, and a monster with a terrifying record of killing more than a hundred people.
What the Night Devil was most familiar with was his violent attacks in the dark and his ruthless killing methods.
The other party had never done this before, and the squad leader, who was nervous, hadn't thought of this.
Now, the squad leader suddenly recalled the people who had been hunted by the Night Devil in the dark.
But this reminder came too late.
Almost at the same time as he roared, Luke's figure went invisible again.
Close-range gunfighting, activate!
In the dark, he didn't need to pretend to be injured. Almost instantly, he charged to the squad leader's side in the center of the hall. He stuck out two Glocks and pressed them against the armpits of the squad leader and another guard before he pulled the triggers.
Pa! Pa!
The bullets pierced their chests, and their bodies stiffened before they collapsed at the same time.
Luke gently moved his hands, and the two of them covered him. As he spun, the muzzles of the two Glocks spat out flames. Pa! Pa!
Pa! Pa! Pa!
A storm of gunshots echoed in the hall, and a series of screams rang out.
The guards, who had been alerted by the squad leader, were tense. When they heard the gunshots, they retreated in fear and did their best to lean against the wall to avoid being hit by stray bullets in the hall.
But the Glock bullets followed closely behind and killed the guards who were close to the exit first, before they hit the guards who had retreated in all directions.
Although the hall wasn't small, it was just an ancient temporary shelter, and it was only about thirty square meters in total.
This also meant that none of the guards were more than ten meters away from Luke.
And within ten meters, Luke's accuracy was infinitely close to 100%.
The guards fell like wheat being cut, but the guns in their hands didn't stop firing.
Countless bullets whizzed past, and the dark hall was illuminated by the continuous flashes of gunfire before it quickly turned dark again.
Before Luke could attack, several guards were hit by stray bullets and fell to the ground, screaming.
Luke, who had already put on his polarizing goggles again, looked at the people who fell one after another in the infrared mode. Instead of killing them all, he silently counted down. Ten, nine, eight, seven. OK! Done.
The gunfire suddenly stopped! The hall became extremely dark again.
In just ten seconds, including the injured guards, there were only seven survivors in the hall.
These were the witnesses that Luke had left for Santino.
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