All the gunmen nodded.
This bigshot was famous for his brutality, and they couldn't afford to piss him off.
One of his subordinates approached him. "Sir, the people on the roof are ready."
"Now, go up and kill that baby. Kill Mr. Smith while you're at it. Right, kill the nanny too. "The bearded bigshot stood up and waved his gun.
The gunmen immediately charged forward. Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Ahhhh!
A moment later, the gunmen at the front had already charged up to the fifth floor and engaged in a fierce battle with someone.
The last gunman had just climbed up to the second floor of the staircase, and the bearded man followed him with his gun.
When he reached the third floor, Luke, who was dressed in gray and black, happened to step through the open door of the apartment building.
Looking at the swarm of gunmen, Luke shook his head inwardly. They truly were gangsters. They didn't even leave a guard behind.
It seemed that they thought that Mr. Smith would be dead for sure if they charged up with fifty people.
Thinking that, Luke took out a P226 from under his armpit and unhurriedly installed a long silencer on it.
He was here to shoot from the shadows today, and he wanted to keep it as quiet as possible.
After a shower of broken glass, a gunman in black hit the ground on the first floor.
Luke lowered his head and chuckled inwardly.
This guy had broken through the skylight glass to come down, but there was a hole in his chest. His descent had turned into a jump off a building. He was dead for sure.
He chose the corner of the wall on the second floor and aimed the muzzle in his hand at the gunmen on the stairs on the fifth floor.
Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta!
Four gunmen who had just reached the fifth floor fell to the ground.
Three of them were silent, and only one of them was screaming.
The silencer had a slight impact on his accuracy. Luke evaluated inwardly, and wasn't surprised.
A silencer didn't completely silence sound.
In the movies, the sound of gunshots would be muffled after a silencer was installed. It was basically impossible to see a soundless handgun.
After Luke's P226 hit the silencer, it only changed the sound of the gunshot to that of a nail gun, and covered up the muzzle flame.
In the apartment building that was filled with all kinds of noises, the effect was similar to that of a silent pistol.
Luke wasn't greedy. After knocking down four people, he paused for a moment.
He observed the reactions of the gunmen, especially the bearded man.
Although this guy had a pale and swollen ugly face, his professionalism was pretty good.
He decided to ask Old Greyson if he knew who the behavioral consultant was.
However, it was obvious that the bearded man did not expect an ambusher to appear. His attention was completely attracted by the intense crossfire upstairs.
Luke continued to attack.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Another four gunmen fell. This time, none of them could move.
Luke, however, quickly retreated.
The bearded man looked down as if he had sensed something. He obviously felt that something was wrong.
Luke smiled. As expected of an expert.
His figure quickly left this place, passing through a house on the side, and the grappling hook shot out, straight to the roof.
Just now, when he launched a sneak attack, four gunmen descended from the roof.
Luke didn't think that these guys would leave anyone on the roof.
When he reached the edge of the roof, he took a deep breath and jumped up. He looked at a broken skylight, before he moved to another skylight seven or eight meters away.
This was near Smith's location.
He lowered his head and pointed his gun downward.
Ta! Ta!
Two gunmen who were firing wildly with Uzi were hit in the back of their heads.
Luke quickly moved to another skylight.
Ta! Ta! Ta!
The three gunmen, who were lined up in a row, fell one after another.
It was like shooting balloons, a child's game! Luke chuckled inwardly.
While he was having fun shooting from the dark, Mr. Smith showed his prowess down below.
He stepped on a table and jumped up. As he spun, he opened fire crazily with his guns.
Blood burst out of the four gunmen who were flanking him, and they screamed as they fell to the ground.
After landing on the ground, he rolled over and lay on his back on a flatbed cart. The huge momentum caused the flatbed cart to slide out quickly.
Pa! Pa!
Two gunmen who had just charged up from the fifth floor rolled down.
The flatbed also hit a gunman who had just rushed out from the back. Mr. Smith moved his gun upward and aimed at the gunman's head.
Pa!
Mr. Smith rolled to a shelf on the side, threw away the HKP7 and P226 in his hand, and picked up the HK416 from the shelf.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two gunmen who had popped up from the other side of the shelf were sent flying.
He grabbed a long skateboard from the rack and placed it on the ground. He lay on it and kicked off the rack with his legs.
The skateboard carried him through the shelves. Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Sliding past the gunmen who had surrounded him, Mr. Smith opened fire with the HK416, and several gunmen screamed.
Taking advantage of the last moment, he reloaded his gun, and the skateboard dashed out of the area where the shelves were.
Seven or eight gunmen were walking in a circle, but their muzzles were all pointed at the area where the shelves were.
Leaning against the skateboard, Mr. Smith dashed into the circle. Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
His legs continuously kicked the ground, and the skateboard drew a large arc on the ground.
Mr. Smith didn't even need to move his gun. He simply allowed the skateboard to move in a circle and shoot at every gunman it passed.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Eight gunmen fell to the ground one after another.
Watching from the skylight, Luke couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. Smith was truly strong!
Glancing at the stairs again, he almost laughed out loud.
The bearded man had already started running … His four trusted subordinates followed him and decisively ran off.
Only the unlucky gunmen who had reached the fifth floor were chased by Smith, who had gone berserk, and shot them one by one with the HK416.
At that moment, Smith roared inwardly, Damn it! You're the only ones with weapons! I have one now too!
He had been struggling to make ends meet recently, and had to conserve his bullets. He had been frustrated when he fought dozens of gunmen last night.
Now that he had obtained a batch of excellent firearms and a large amount of bullets, he was finally able to vent his frustrations.
Now that Mr. Smith had shown his prowess and was taking on a bunch of gunmen, Luke didn't need to do anything else. He simply put the P226 back into his armpit.
On the fifth floor, the gunshots stopped a moment later.
Luke was secretly amazed.
Smith's marksmanship was definitely top-notch. Although he didn't make headshots, every time the HK416 fired, one of the gunmen would fall.
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