The two brawny men next to the tattooed man opened fire without any hesitation.
The moment they opened fire, however, Luke suddenly moved a meter to the side and ducked out from between the tattooed man and one of the brawny men.
Luke grabbed the M1911 from the tattooed man. He didn't raise the gun, but simply turned it left and right.
Bang! Bang!
The two brawny men only turned their guns halfway before they dropped their heads with a hole in each of their heads.
Luke sighed again. "So, isn't it good to make money? Why do you have to fight and kill? "He had already raised his gun as he spoke.
The tattooed man was sweating profusely. Even though the hair on the back of his head was burning, he didn't dare move.
"Yes, yes, we can talk. We can talk." He gave the three men a meaningful look as he suddenly lunged to the side.
The shirtless young man and the other young man raised their guns at the same time.
Bang! Bang!
A hole appeared in the middle of their heads.
Luke curled his lip, lowered his arm, and pulled the trigger again.
Bang!
The tattooed man, who had just lunged to the side, was shot in the butt. He screamed and covered his butt as he rolled on the ground.
Luke looked at the door, only to see someone there.
He was the only person in the room who hadn't raised his gun, and hadn't moved since the beginning. "Why aren't you doing anything?"
The man was actually the boy who had received Luke's lollipop. His lips trembled, but he didn't say anything.
Luke chuckled and moved the lollipop in his mouth from left to right. "You're smarter than them …"
As he spoke, his gun spat out fire again.
Bang!
The tattooed man screamed even louder as Luke shot him in the knee.
"Only smart people will make the right choice at the right time. And your brain … "Luke crouched down and looked at the tattooed man mockingly." … is worse than a kid. "
The tattooed man was sweating and moaning in pain, but he didn't forget to beg for mercy. "Let … let me go. I'll give you whatever you want."
Luke shook his head. "You won't admit that you're stupid. My request has always been there, why do you pretend not to hear it? "
Bang!
The tattooed middle-aged man screamed again. His other knee was also broken.
This time, Luke didn't let him struggle. Stepping on him, he searched him and reloaded a clip. "I have seven bullets now. Do you think I should shoot your left hand or your right hand first? After I'm done, I can still hit your penis … "
At this point, he didn't even raise his head. He tilted his head and raised his gun.
Bang!
The two men who rushed in from the door with rifles fell on their backs, also shot between the eyebrows.
The tattooed middle-aged man cried out in pain, "Don't, I'll talk, I'll talk. What do you want to know? "
Luke shook his head helplessly. "How did you survive until now with that kind of memory? Lisa Feng, that Mexican female doctor, she! Here! Oh! "
The tattooed man didn't hesitate this time. "Christophe. Christophe's the one who took her away."
"Where did you take them?" Luke asked. He casually went to the door and, without looking outside, stuck out his gun.
Bang, bang, bang!
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
There were two screams and the sound of bodies rolling on the ground. It was the two criminals who had snuck up, who were sent rolling down the stairs.
The tattooed middle-aged man felt a chill run down his spine as he watched Luke's every move.
Luke's every move was too relaxed. He was definitely a professional!
He hurriedly replied, "I-I don't know …"
Bang!
"Ah!"
The tattooed middle-aged man struggled on the ground again, and Luke hit his right hand. "Tell me the answer, or you'll die a more painful death."
The tattooed middle-aged man was desperate. He didn't know much, and spilled everything about Christophe's gang in just a few sentences.
After getting the information he needed, Luke raised his gun. "Here's a piece of advice. In your next life, if you can do business properly, don't rob people."
The tattooed middle-aged man pleaded, "Can you …"
Bang!
"Well, of course not!" Luke ended his question with action.
Grabbing the guns of the two brawny men and the ten thousand dollars from the dead tattooed middle-aged man, Luke smiled at the boy who had been watching everything from the corner of the door.
"See? If you want to be a bad guy, you might run into me again one day. And I love running into bad guys. "He stepped out of the room and said," I wish you good luck for the rest of your life. "
Bang!
Two screams rang out from outside the house, and two more nearby bandits were knocked down.
Then, there was a flurry of gunshots. A moment later, someone outside shouted, "Where is he? Where did he go? "
"I don't see him. I can't find him …"
"Let's go check on the boss …"
"The boss, the boss is dead. Mario and Sanchez are dead too. Ah! They're all dead … "
The boy in the corner watched as a bunch of people swarmed in and shouted around the boss's body.
Looking at the happy boss, the boy recalled the boss's glory days in the past, and he seemed to hear something else: I love running into bad guys.
That face that had been smiling all this time seemed to appear again.
He shuddered involuntarily, and stealthily retreated from the noisy room.
After he was far away, he raised his hand, which had been holding an unopened lollipop.
It was because of this lollipop that he hadn't pointed his gun at Luke just now.
It was also because of this lollipop that he was the only survivor in the room.
Raising the pistol in his other hand, he listened to the noise in a building in the distance. Thinking for a moment, he stuck the pistol behind him and slipped back home.
While the people were panicking, Luke had already entered the building below through a gap between two buildings.
Nimbly passing through the gaps between more than ten small buildings, he cut horizontally into a "main" street.
A two-way lane was definitely a main street in the slums.
When he jumped out of the gap between the buildings, his movements immediately returned to normal, and he leisurely caught up with a group of tourists who had just passed by.
The tour guide spoke Chinese, and many of the tourists were Chinese, which made Luke feel quite friendly.
Dozens of meters away, the noise on the other side of the street had already faded away, but Luke listened with great interest to the tour guide's explanation.
An auntie from the tour group suddenly noticed Luke behind her, and asked curiously, "You don't seem to be part of our group?"
Luke smiled.
Looking at his cheerful smile, the auntie was stumped for a moment before she slapped her forehead. "I forgot that you're a foreigner and don't understand Chinese."
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