They were all girls who had been captured for a while, and were all in terrible conditions.
But … it was better than dying in this illegal brothel.
There were more than a hundred girls in the two sheds. Since he couldn't get rid of them himself, he might as well have them make a phone call and blow the matter up.
The families of a hundred ordinary girls could be a formidable force when they joined forces. Also, most of them came from decent families since they were tourists in France.
Luke left the sheds and quietly hid behind a few abandoned cars twenty meters away from the entrance.
Ten minutes later, Luke vaguely heard the sound of cars running over mud, and several bright headlights appeared on the road in the dark and rainy night.
Three cars!
Luke slowed down his breathing and adjusted himself in a few seconds. He had already raised his Uzi.
Pu! Pu! Pu!
Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! The Uzi's rapid gunshots rang out, and Luke emptied a magazine in three seconds. The car in the lead was riddled with bullet holes, and its windshield was shattered. It careened to the side of the road before it crashed into a pile of gravel and stopped moving.
The moment Luke tossed the Uzi aside, he swung the AK in front of him, grabbed it, raised it, and opened fire.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The second car didn't escape the fate of the first car either. It was also riddled with holes as it veered off the road and crashed into an abandoned car.
It was just that this car had been shot at from right next to him, so most of the bullet holes were on the sides and the back of the car.
But without exception, the bullets were concentrated in the seats of the passengers in both cars.
Quickly reloading, Luke raised the AK and aimed at the last car whose rear was already facing him.
He didn't need to aim at all. All he needed to do was to fire at the car.
Reality wasn't a movie.
At a distance of less than thirty meters, the AK was basically defenseless against a regular car except for the engine and the wheels. It could pierce through both doors, and the passengers inside.
In the end, the car lost control less than ten meters into the gate and crashed into a small shed with a loud bang.
Luke wasn't in a hurry to come out. He threw away the AK and changed his position.
As he did all this, he activated Sharp Nose at full force.
A moment later, he approached the three cars and shot the heads of the other guys who weren't dead one by one before quietly retreating.
Half an hour later, on the roof of a building several hundred meters away, Luke saw a string of police cars with their lights on and sirens blaring as they charged into the underground cellar. He nodded in satisfaction and jumped off the roof.
An hour later, he had changed back into his clothes and shoes and appeared on the subway of Province 93.
On his head was an inconspicuous grayish-black cowboy hat. He also changed his big mask, but he didn't wear a balaclava anymore. He was dressed like an ordinary person on a rainy day.
Right now, he only had a 1911 that he had looted from one of the thugs and hadn't fired a shot yet.
It wasn't safe on the Paris subway at night, or it should be said that robberies were inevitable. Just like there would be a lot of white-collar workers working in office buildings on weekdays, there were all kinds of people "working" on the subway.
To them, robbing and stealing were their jobs.
But nobody provoked Luke.
Luke wasn't dressed like a student right now. He was playing with a butterfly knife.
He would occasionally turn the knife nimbly in his hand, indicating that he was a frequent user of knives.
Nobody knew if he was good with a knife, but he clearly wasn't a good target for robbery.
Compared with a machete, a butterfly knife was more likely to kill someone.
So, Luke arrived downtown safely.
After he got off the subway, he quickly returned to the apartment building where the girls had been shipped out in the afternoon, and dashed into an alley not far away.
In the dark, he passed through the gaps between several apartment buildings and entered a rooftop home whose windows weren't closed tightly. He quickly changed into his coat and shoes on the coat rack at the door.
Throwing five hundred euros into the bowl of keys at the door, he jumped out of the window on the opposite side and climbed up to the roof using a pipe.
He looked at the system and nodded in satisfaction. Very good. Daddy System wasn't going to deduct credit points.
After two leaps, he landed in the apartment building where the gangsters were entrenched.
After confirming the situation in the building with Sharp Nose, he quietly went down.
Half an hour later, Luke stood in a basement with a bitter smile on his face. The guys in front of him were already dead.
Even the most resilient of them all was just a simple electrotherapy device that he had modified. After connecting his legs, he was on the verge of death after a few minutes of torment.
Luke had just moved a few armed thugs from the gang's hideout into the soundproof basement. After a quick electrotherapy session, he learned that Marco, the boss of the gang, had received news that the brothel in 93 Province was under attack.
Marco had immediately taken most of his men to reinforce the place, but there had been no news until now.
Luke was lost for words.
In the dark of night, he sprayed bullets on the three cars that had come as reinforcements at the entrance of the camp.
After that, he simply fired a bullet at each of their heads before he left. Who would have the time to look at their faces? Who the hell would know which one of them was Marco?
He was speechless for a second, then he quickly dealt with these thugs and quietly left.
At the door, he suddenly saw a few parked cars, and could not help but be stunned.
The Mercedes-Benz that had kidnapped Kim and Amanda was right next to the entrance.
He sniffed the car again, and noticed that one of the men had the same scent as in Marco's room.
Luke returned to Marco's room and found an electronic key with a Mercedes-Benz logo, as well as a bunch of phones.
Luke found two phones in the pile.
One was Amanda's, and the other was Kim's.
Both the smell and the appearance of the phones when they had exchanged numbers with each other confirmed that they were indeed their phones.
Luke thought for a moment, then simply took Kim's phone.
He went downstairs and pressed the electronic key, and the door of the Mercedes-Benz opened.
Luke got into the driver's seat and was delighted to see that there was indeed a GPS system in the car.
After searching for a moment, he took a few photos with his fake phone, before he left the car.
Stopping an empty taxi on the way, Luke got into the car and said, "To the zoology museum."
In the dark, the driver couldn't see his face at all because of his low hat and big mask.
But it wasn't strange for him to be dressed like that on such a cold day.
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