Selina suddenly warned him. "There's a convoy three kilometers ahead. There are five pickups and more than thirty people."
Luke hummed a response and continued forward.
Selina said, "Dito ran into the convoy. He didn't stop and continued to run. The convoy stopped Martin and Selina. Martin and Selina were stopped, and they exchanged gunfire. "
Listening to the intense gunfire outside the window, Luke asked casually, "How are Martin and Roger?"
Selina said, "I don't think so. They're not shooting very often."
Luke thought for a moment and realized what was going on.
They had been in too much of a hurry to replenish their weapons and ammunition, and the ammunition that Martin had prepared earlier had probably been used up in the battle at the manor.
It was true that Dito's bodyguards hadn't used up too much ammunition.
But Dito's reinforcements had shown up again, and there were so many of them that it was a headache for Martin.
Thinking this, Luke turned off the headlights. "Get a drone to monitor the road ahead. I'm going to circle around them."
Selina quickly operated the drone for a moment before she showed him the tablet. "This is the safe route."
Luke looked at the route marked out by a red line on the tablet and quickly calculated in his heart. He said, "I'll circle around Martin and Selina later. Throw the bag of weapons and ammunition in the backseat to them."
Selina put the tablet away and grabbed the big bag from the backseat.
It was a random batch of weapons that Luke had seized earlier. He hadn't used them, so he had brought them along.
In any case, he had his inventory, and had never complained about having too much ammunition.
Selina dragged the bag over and lowered the back of the seat again. She reclined and put the bag on her lap.
At that moment, the passenger window was completely open.
Luke was already counting down. "Three … two … one!"
Selina followed his instructions perfectly. She picked up the bag at three, raised it to the window at two, and threw it out at one.
Martin and Roger, on the other hand, were so scared that their backs were sweating.
Martin had already sensed Luke when he drove up, but he had just emptied his magazine.
Roger, on the other hand, was hiding behind a rock seven or eight meters away. He only had a few bullets left, and didn't dare shoot randomly.
This wasn't a TV drama. Shooting a speeding car at night with a pistol would have a terrifyingly low accuracy.
The next moment, the Ford pickup that didn't have its lights on brushed past Roger five meters away from him. Something black was thrown out of the passenger seat, and it landed exactly two meters away from Roger.
Their hair stood on end for a moment, and they suddenly froze.
This situation wasn't right.
The thing that was thrown out was so big. It would be ridiculous if it was a bomb. Only a lunatic would use such a big bomb.
The Ford pickup didn't stop at all. After throwing out the package, it drew an arc and drove to the side of the defense line of Dito's bodyguards.
Martin and Roger immediately realized that the Ford pickup wasn't one of Dito's men. Otherwise, it would have been best if it had stopped in the back and attacked them from the front.
Sure enough, after getting off the road, the Ford pickup drove zigzagging through the wilderness. It suddenly accelerated, rushed up a small slope, and leaped.
As the pickup took off, Luke stuck out the window with a Glock he had picked up in his left hand.
Pa pa pa pa pa!
A series of gunshots rang out, and five of the bodyguards suddenly screamed and fell.
When the pickup landed, Luke flicked his wrist to the back of the car and activated Curve Shooting.
Pa! Pa!
Two more bodyguards fell.
Throwing away the Glock in his hand, Luke returned to the window and sped away.
Martin was dumbfounded. "Holy sh * t! What kind of shooting is that? "
It took less than two seconds for the pickup to land.
In that short moment, the driver of the pickup fired eight shots in a row in the dark, hitting seven bodyguards who were scattered all over the team.
You couldn't even cheat in a game like this!
Roger had fired seventy to eighty bullets tonight, but had hit less than five enemies.
Roger's accuracy was already at a good level among the Los Angeles police officers.
How good were American police officers at marksmanship? According to some data, in a shootout with a suspect, the accuracy of an American police officer's first shot within ten meters was around 30%.
Thus, there had been calls in the police system for the police officers to practice shooting at close range and to cut down on aiming. In any case, the accuracy was only 30%, which wasn't much different from not aiming.
Just now, the driver of the pickup had hit seven out of eight shots in two seconds. This was the first time Martin had seen such shooting.
Roger, on the other hand, was much more straightforward.
He was an old man, and his eyesight wasn't as good.
After seven bodyguards were shot dead by the driver of the pickup, he dragged the big bag that had been left behind in the pickup.
Delighted, he opened the zipper and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Martin came back to himself. "What are you doing?" As he spoke, he raised one hand and caught an AK that had been thrown at him, before he caught two magazines with his other hand.
Roger said, "The bag that they threw down was full of weapons and ammunition. A lot." As he spoke, he raised the AK in his hand and pulled the lever. With a click, the gun was loaded.
"Surprise! F * ck! " He couldn't help but curse in a way that was very natural to his race. He fired the AK in his hands wildly.
Dumbfounded, Martin said, "Roger, how long has it been since you last used an AK?"
Roger crouched down awkwardly to dodge the bullets flying at him. "Haha, it's only been … Well, I'm a detective. I never use an AK."
He felt a little guilty when he said that.
The truth was that he hadn't even touched the M4A1 in his car for a long time.
As he said, he was a detective, not a SWAT officer. A submachine gun wasn't his main weapon.
If he could use a submachine gun well, why would he need SAT?
Martin rolled his eyes and suddenly raised his gun. Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Two bodyguards who had been firing at Roger screamed and fell.
Martin said, "So, don't keep your finger on the trigger, alright? You're not good enough at controlling your gun. "
Roger's face darkened, and he was lost for words.
In front of them, Luke's pickup had already returned to the road and was speeding forward.
Selina said, "There's a building and lights two kilometers up ahead. There's also a lot of crops around it. It might be Dito's plantation. "
Luke narrowed his eyes and looked out the windshield.
With his keen eyesight, he could vaguely see some lights.
Selina continued, "They've set up a defense line around the building. It's pretty standard. There are sentry towers and … uh, machine gun turrets? "
Luke chuckled. "So professional?"
Looking carefully at the image on the tablet, Selina nodded with certainty a moment later. "It's really a machine gun turret, and two of them. They're both smaller towers in the center of the building, and they cover the entire building complex."
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