Reloading the P226, Luke returned to the elevator and went to the B1.
The moment the elevator door opened, a man was standing inside with a gun.
Gunshots rang out nonstop outside, and the elevator was riddled with bullet holes.
It wasn't until several seconds later that the people outside realized that something wasn't right, and stopped firing.
There was only one security guard in the elevator, who was riddled with bullet holes, but he was still standing inside.
At that moment, the people outside finally realized that it was just a hanging body.
But the moment they stopped firing, a man dropped down from the window above the elevator and opened fire with a submachine gun and a P226 in one hand. Pu! Pu!
Pu! Pu!
Pa! Pa! Pa!
More than half of the ten people who had gathered outside were instantly killed, and the rest dodged in panic.
Most of them had used up their magazines in the previous round of gunfire, and few of them were able to return fire in time.
Luke, however, didn't give them a chance to catch their breath. He let go of the two empty guns in his hands and let them fall on their own. Using the security guard's body as leverage, he kicked the elevator wall on one side and turned around in the air.
As he turned around, he took out a Glock 17 and a Beretta 92F. Pa! Pa!
Pa! Pa! Pa!
The two pistols fired like a storm, their accuracy abnormally abnormal.
The ambushers in front of the elevator were only five meters away from him. At such a distance, his accuracy was astonishing.
The Glock 17 in his right hand knocked down three people in a row, and the Beretta in his left hand only hit one person. However, all the people who were hit were hit by at least two bullets, both in the upper body and the head.
Then, the frequency of the two guns dropped.
There was a rhythmic snap! Pa! Pa! The sounds weren't as violent as before, but they were even more terrifying.
That was because Luke was already shooting them.
Needless to say, the two guys who didn't have guns had to be buyers. His priority was to shoot each of them in the head.
Such criminals were worth at least fifty experience and credit points each.
Then, the bodyguards who were still struggling raised their hands, walked over, and pulled the trigger.
On the way, he reloaded the Beretta 92F, and only kept a fully loaded Glock 17 after he was done shooting everyone.
Then, he picked up the submachine gun that he had thrown away and replaced it with a spare magazine. His main and secondary weapons were fully loaded at the same time.
This was just a precaution. Based on his previous observations, the people who had joined forces to ambush him were the remaining three groups of buyers and bodyguards.
Luke wasn't impatient. He walked around the corridor at a steady pace and opened all the doors in passing.
Activating Sharp Nose, he confirmed that there were no living men here.
There was only the scent of the ten girls in the center of the underground room.
These were the "goods" that had been abducted and sold. Among them was Beauty Jin. He would not mistake her for someone else.
He walked into the room, looked at the ten girls, and couldn't help but nod in his heart.
This batch of girls was quite good-looking, and Kim was one of the top three.
In Luke's opinion, the three girls, including Kim, were around 80 points, and the other seven girls were around 70 points. There wasn't much of a gap between them.
The ten girls, without exception, were all wearing sexy lingerie, revealing large areas of their beautiful skin.
Kim's outfit was the most gorgeous, and most of the other girls were in bikinis.
Luke understood why: Kim was probably the only virgin among the ten girls, so she was naturally more valuable.
Why did he know that? Of course, it was because Amanda, the loudmouth, had revealed that Kim was a devout Catholic. The implication was self-evident.
After a quick look at the girls, Luke was certain that they couldn't leave.
Because of the drugs, they were barely able to stand, and didn't even have a sense of direction when they walked.
So, Luke wasn't in a hurry to deal with them, and began to search the villa.
Not long after, he found a small flatbed cart for transporting goods.
Pulling down some of the wide curtains, Luke pushed a cart and packed up the bodies of the people he had killed in the villa, before he moved them to the dock behind the villa.
There were thirteen security guards and the manager, and twenty-one buyers and bodyguards. That was a lot of people.
After stuffing them all into a yacht, Luke entered the villa.
The three guys who hadn't come out of the security room had already been knocked out by the anesthetic he had found in the basement. They might have wanted to call for help from the landline inside, but it was destined to be a failure.
The volatile anesthetic had been prepared in the villa itself, and had been put to good use when dealing with the scumbag security guards.
Breaking the lock with brute force, Luke broke the necks of the three guys and dragged them to the yacht by the river.
Only then did he clean up the villa.
Ignoring the blood and bullet holes, he simply cleaned up the security room's surveillance backups, the jamming equipment that he had used, the two boxes that had cut off the power and communication, and the homemade throwing knives that had been shot at the wall.
That way, although what happened in the villa couldn't be kept a secret, there was very little that could be traced.
As a police officer, he knew how to destroy the most important clues with the least amount of action. That was enough.
He also got the ten girls out and stuffed them into the yacht. A moment later, the yacht slowly left the dock and headed west.
Driving the yacht, Luke destroyed the GPS system in passing, which was also a good tracking device.
Suddenly, among the pile of phones beside him, one of them suddenly rang.
Luke quickly connected his phone to the laptop that he had just bought and modified and started a program before he picked up the call.
"Why aren't you back yet? Where's the woman I want? "There was an old voice on the other end.
Thinking quickly, Luke typed and played on the fake phone. "Sir, the owner of the phone was in a car accident. He's stuck in the car and is waiting for rescue. Do you want to talk to him?"
After a brief silence, the other end of the line said, "Give him the phone."
Luke typed and played. "Oh, okay, sir. Please wait a moment." He put down the phone and looked at the program running on his laptop.
"Hello? Hello?" A puzzled voice came over the phone.
Luke looked at the program, and a prompt suddenly popped up: Lock on to the source of the signal.
A red dot appeared on the tablet map, next to which was the address and latitude.
Luke chuckled and looked at the phone that was already beeping. "Gotcha!"
The phone belonged to the only young man among the five buyers who had a gun.
Luke had noticed the young man before.
He didn't look like a magnate, but more like a bodyguard. He had calluses from using guns and cold weapons for a long time.
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