The brawny man in the driver's seat, who had been giving instructions through the walkie-talkie, didn't have time to do anything before his upper body was blown up in a spray of blood.
Luke continued to move his gun around, skipping over Dito as he continued firing.
Luke had no idea that he had just killed the key figure of the reinforcements. He was already completely immersed in the joy of the sprinkler truck.
The scorching storm of metal didn't stop. In less than ten seconds, it plowed through the group of bandits.
Apart from a handful of sharp-eyed and quick-witted people who got down and crawled away a second or two in advance, the remaining forty or so criminals were blown to smithereens by this violent attack.
The terrifying screeching finally stopped.
The convoy was a mess. The driver's seats of five cars had been pierced through, the machine gunner only had half a body left, and the people hiding behind the cars weren't spared either.
The few criminals who hadn't been hit had a nervous breakdown as they crawled on the ground covered in blood and body parts.
Clang! The heavy M2 heavy machine gun hit the ground with a dull thud.
Luke smiled soundlessly. Twisting his wrists, he roared inwardly, How freaking awesome! Awesome!
Ten minutes to reload, ten seconds to be happy!
The joy of a sprinkler truck truly lived up to its name.
After stretching his wrists, he drew out the M1911 that he had just stolen from the holster on his thigh.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
The criminals who had been crawling on the ground, crying, were all shot in the head.
As he walked, Luke unhurriedly took out a magazine and reloaded, before he disappeared into the shadows of a nearby building.
On the other side, Martin and Roger's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
That was a Browning M2 heavy machine gun! Even when empty, it weighed almost eighty kilograms! It would already be impressive if an ordinary person could hold it steady.
Hold it and fire? That was something that only some bored gun enthusiasts had experimented with.
Even if they put on a sling so that their bodies could bear most of the weight of the gun, the bullets would only be enough to plow the ground after three shots.
In front of such a heavy weapon, it was almost impossible to keep the gun in check.
Like what they had just seen, someone who had emptied a chain of bullets in one go and still managed to keep the bullets steady, definitely couldn't be human.
Martin suddenly felt that there was definitely something wrong with this world.
He was confident in his marksmanship, but when it came to a heavy machine gun, it would be strange if he lost!
This was a f * cking vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun. It wasn't designed to be held in one's hands.
Roger finally closed his dislocated jaw and murmured, "This guy is copying me."
Martin: "Huh?"
"He obviously learned that line from me just now," Roger said.
Martin: "… Yes, maybe he and you are both African Americans."
Roger asked, "Are you discriminating against my skin color?"
Martin: "I'm praising you for your stamina. You can even carry a heavy machine gun."
Roger said, "… Don't. I can't even lift an M249. I'm old."
As the two of them chatted, they finally calmed down from their shock.
No one dared to approach them anymore.
The scene of the heavy machine gun clearing the area was too terrifying.
In fact, the brawny man who was killed in the SUV was the instructor of Dito's armed men. He was an American and a retired Marine.
For money, he came here.
For the sake of money, he would stay here forever.
People die for wealth, this is an eternal truth.
After destroying the last straw of hope for Dito's group, Luke cleaned up the stronghold one last time.
He casually shot anyone who ran past him.
He didn't chase after those who escaped, and simply reminded Selina over the comms, "Watch out for the criminals who are scattering. Don't get ambushed."
Selina had a car, and the fleeing criminals might try to rob it if they saw it.
"Don't worry, I've found a good place to hide," said Selina. "But are you sure we don't want to run?"
Luke chuckled and fired twice, killing two criminals who ran past him with guns.
Retreating into the room behind him, he walked through the room, opened the back door, and kicked the face of a criminal who was shivering next to the door. "You have to believe in the Mexican police. I guarantee that they won't come here before we leave. "
Selina: "…"
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Luke entered the armory again and looted a lot of ammunition, such as several boxes of ammo belts.
The thrill of the bullets just now was not something an assault rifle could provide.
His strength was far beyond that of an ordinary person's. It felt almost the same whether he was using a rifle or a pistol. There was no recoil at all.
On the other hand, the M2 HMG reminded him of the feeling he had when he first fired a gun.
Other than the ammo chain, he also cleared the RPG ammo.
Finally, he placed a large piece of plastic X powder inside and walked out.
"What are Martin and the rest doing?" he asked.
Selina asked, "Martin and Roger are arguing? Looks like they had a little disagreement because of Dito. "
Luke found that odd. "What do you mean?"
Selina said, "I don't know, but I think Roger wants to take Dito back."
Luke chuckled. "As expected of a sly old man."
As long as they took Dito back, the guy had a lot of things that would give Roger and Martin a chance to negotiate.
Someone would definitely be willing to protect Roger and Martin just for the money in his hands.
This time, the two of them had made a big mess, and Roger might have considered this.
But Dito had killed Martin's wife and child. How could Roger let go of his archenemy?
It wasn't that Roger wasn't loyal.
He was an old man, but he had accompanied Martin to Mexico to chase down hundreds of people and beat them up. That was definitely enough of an act of brotherhood.
As he walked, Luke found the warehouse and poured a bucket of gasoline over it. He then lit a lighter and threw it out before he turned around and left.
Behind him, flames erupted with a rumble and engulfed the large warehouse filled with finished products and weeds.
"Luke, it seems that Roger convinced Martin. Martin's already in the car. Dito … is still alive."
Luke shook his head, lost for words. After running ten meters, he looked at Martin and Selina, who were about thirty meters away from him.
He could see Roger's back to him as he handcuffed Dito Flores.
Looking at this, Luke couldn't help but murmur, "Martin, I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it!"
He instantly drew the M1911 from his holster and swung it, activating Curve Shooting!
Pa!
On the other side, Roger, who had been handcuffing Dito with a sigh of relief, saw blood suddenly burst out of Dito's temple, and he fell to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
Roger was dumbfounded. "F * ck!" (What the hell?)
Hearing the gunshot, Martin immediately got out of the car.
Looking at the dumbfounded Roger and Dito, who had been hit in the head, Martin had mixed feelings.
He seemed to be angry, but he also seemed to be happy. He also seemed to be a little relaxed, but there was also a kind of unwillingness and disappointment.
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