The team directly blocked off the front and back of the villa in two cars. Two remote-controlled Gatling guns were raised on the roofs of the cars to prevent Luke from escaping.
Of the twelve people, five of them directly charged in, leaving only the drivers of the two cars behind.
Luke had noticed the team a long time ago.
When they charged into the villa, he quietly returned to the villa through a side door.
The stealth suit allowed him to enter as if there was no one around. He even followed the killers from the front door when they snuck into the basement.
When the five of them saw the light in the basement, the leader made a few tactical gestures and threw a stun grenade in.
Bang!
The five of them waited for a second, and then rushed in with a bow in a practiced manner.
Luke saw everything clearly from behind them, and mumbled to himself, These guys seem to be even more skilled than Hondo's SWAT team from Los Angeles.
With that thought in mind, he activated the preset projection system on his fake phone.
In the basement, a figure suddenly appeared in a corner. "Honey, you're back."
Seeing the familiar face of the handsome man in the black suit, the five people in the basement felt their hair stand on end. They subconsciously moved their guns and pulled the triggers. Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The moment they opened fire, they had a feeling that something wasn't right. Why didn't this John Wick look like a real person?
But as the gunshots rang out, gunshots rang out behind them as well.
Starting from the door, the five of them started to fall one after another.
The leader at the front realized what was going on and exclaimed, "It's a 3D projector …"
Pa!
A bullet pierced the back of his neck. Neither his bulletproof helmet nor his bulletproof vest saved his life.
The leader clutched his neck and breathed frantically, but no air could enter his lungs.
Just like that, he convulsed in despair and fell to the ground.
Almost at the same time as the gunshots rang out, the five people at the back door immediately lunged over.
The stun grenade had been thrown by their own people, but they had fired because they had discovered the enemy.
The only enemy here was John Wick, and that was the target.
Although the team moved quickly, they were still very vigilant. They covered the front and the back, and did their job meticulously.
Luke sighed. It really wasn't easy to deal with the professionals.
As the five of them passed through the living room and made their way down the passageway to the basement, one of the two members who was on guard was about to turn around when he felt something behind him.
Doubts flashed through his mind. 'That's not right. They've already started moving forward. Why are they blocking me?'
This thought only flashed through his mind, and then he didn't think about it anymore.
Pa!
A gun was pointed at his half-turned face from behind and a bullet was fired.
At this moment, the second member who was on guard also turned around, becoming the second person to send himself to the muzzle of a gun tonight.
Pa!
He also fell down.
Almost at the same time, two of the three people in front turned around, while the last one pounced forward.
Pa! Pa!
The two players who had turned around were also met with close range shots. Only the player who had pounced forward rolled and laid prone on the ground. The MP5 in his hands decisively fired behind him.
The barrage of bullets caused his comrade behind him to tremble.
Pa!
The guy with the fastest reflexes only lived for one more second before his face exploded. He didn't even see any trace of Luke before he ascended to heaven with his partner.
Luke didn't stop firing.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
Pa! Pa! Pa! He casually shot the five people in the legs and bodies.
It couldn't be helped. John Wick liked shooting in Mozambique.
The so-called Mozambique shooting method was to first hit the enemy's body, stun them, and then immediately follow up with a second fatal shot.
But Luke's gun was almost guaranteed to hit the target within ten meters. So, he could only give these people the first fatal shot and then follow up with a second one.
Even if he had to waste bullets, he had to finish the act!
Luke, the good actor, leisurely reloaded himself and put his guns back under his armpits. He then lowered his head and grabbed the MP5s of the two people who were on guard, as well as the magazines on them.
It's been a long time since I've used an MP5. I really miss it. Thinking that, he instantly moved to the entrance of the hallway and fired an MP5 at the French door in the living room. Pu!
Pu! Pu!
The MP5 didn't make much noise, but the dense hail of bullets instantly shattered a row of glass on the French door in the living room, and knocked down the two people who had just reached the door.
When Luke opened fire, another two hitmen charged in through the open door on the other side of the living room.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bullets broke the glass partition at the door and swept across the living room.
Luke simply raised his left hand and fired a second MP5. Pu! Pu!
Pu! Pu!
Pu! Both rifles misfired, and two bodies crashed to the ground.
2，3，3，3！
These were the four hitmen who had attacked at the same time. They were the ones with the hundredth digit on their experience and credit points.
Sure enough, these hitmen were elite monsters! Those who had 200 experience and credit points were the weakest in their team.
Luke rolled his eyes and grabbed a few grenades and smoke grenades from the five men who had been knocked out. He raised his hand and tossed them out through the broken French door and main door.
His hands were very strong, and his aim had been specially trained. Boom!
Boom! Boom!
After a series of explosions, smoke quickly spread out in front of and behind the villa.
But the hitmen who had surrounded them were all veterans.
Apart from the mercenaries and the four impatient hitmen, nobody else moved. They simply paid more attention to the exits of the villa. Pu!
Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu!
Pu! The sound of an MP5 rang out, and the hitmen on the periphery suddenly screamed and fell.
Although the MP5 also used 9mm Parabenum bullets, it had a much longer range than a pistol.
Luke was also holding two guns at that moment. He fired three shots in a row, and the four hitmen within a hundred meters were hit in the head. Even their bulletproof vests couldn't save their lives.
"He's out."
"About a hundred meters southeast."
"I see him. He's running."
As the hitmen cried out in alarm, Luke suddenly appeared a hundred meters away from the villa. He drove the car that he had parked here, instead of the one he had parked in the villa's garage.
There was a different roar from an ordinary engine. At first, it was low, but it quickly grew louder.
With the sound of tires grinding against the ground, a modified Dodge Challenger rushed out and headed straight for Manhattan.
The group of killers said the F word in unison, got up one after another, and ran to their cars.
Night Devil John had actually run away.
From the beginning to the end, apart from when John had been standing at the French door, they hadn't seen his face at all.
But after the ten people who had charged into the villa opened fire, there was no movement. The other four were killed at the two entrances before they could even get in. He had even unknowingly snuck out and killed a few people lying in ambush.
How could he be so arrogant?
Hitmen had dignity too.
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