Looking at the gangsters' stance, the customers in the bar didn't need anyone to urge them. They all silently hid in various corners.
Kincaid looked at them. "Are they looking for you?"
Luke asked, "Why not you?"
Kincaid shrugged. "I don't think I pissed anyone off here."
Luke scoffed at that argument and drew two circles on his face. "Don't forget that guy. You stomped on his face until it looked like a tomato pizza. You think you didn't piss him off?"
Kincaid nodded helplessly. "Fine, but you shot through the legs of three unlucky b * stards, and then you and your girlfriend killed the six people who went to get revenge. That's much worse than me, right?"
Luke said, "But that doesn't prove that I'm the target, right?"
"It's him, that white kid! It was he who killed Reynold and the others, "someone in the opposite group shouted.
They all pointed their guns at Luke.
Kincaid burst out laughing and moved to the side. "Looks like it's your problem."
What could Luke say? He could only make an international gesture at Kincaid.
"That black baldie is with us too. He flattened Samus's face just now," shouted the same person again.
Immediately, half of the guns were aimed at Kincaid.
Luke was amused. "Looks like it's also your problem. Half each? "
Kincaid said, "Fine, let's get this over with. I still have to go talk to my wife."
"She's your" future "wife," Luke insisted.
As they taunted each other, the gangsters at the door grew impatient. "Kill them." Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The moment before the criminals opened fire, Luke jumped and rolled to hide behind the coffee table and a chair on the side. He then ducked into a corner and gave the other side a thumbs-up. "Good luck, Kincaid. I'm rooting for you."
"Haha, in your dreams! Half each! " Kincaid, however, moved almost at the same time as Luke. He rolled over and hid behind the bar counter, curling his lip in disdain.
Luke shrugged. "Fine, deal."
The flying bullets smashed the wine cabinets and the bar counter into pieces. All sorts of liquids and items flew everywhere.
At the same time, the corner of the wall on Luke's side was also covered in dust.
As the two of them moved, the criminals subconsciously closed in.
The guns in their hands were still firing wildly. For a moment, the entire space was filled with deafening gunshots.
Luke had already put on two earphones, which blocked out the excessive noise.
The criminals, on the other hand, frowned as they fired. Their ears hurt.
He looked at the bar counter and praised in his heart.
Kincaid was a wily old fox.
After jumping into the bar counter just now, he slipped away through the small door behind the bar counter and was now watching the show from a corner far away from the bar counter.
Luke raised a hand from behind a corner and gestured at him, which meant, "Three, two, one. Shoot together."
Kincaid made an OK gesture.
As Luke counted down, the criminals' gunshots suddenly died down.
These guys were super amateurs, and couldn't even keep up their firepower. More than half of the dozen or so people had emptied their magazines one after another, and were reloading at the same time.
Luke finished his countdown at the same time.
Luke and Kincaid stuck out their guns at almost the same time.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Kincaid and Luke were standing in a crossfire, and more than half of the criminals in the crossfire were instantly killed.
Luke didn't even bother to aim.
There was no need for him to show off his accuracy in front of Kincaid, because he didn't need to.
These idiotic criminals thought that they had the advantage in numbers. From the moment they entered to the moment they opened fire, to the moment they closed in with the bullets, they actually didn't disperse.
In such a narrow space, the dozen or so people were like huge live targets.
Kincaid and Luke emptied their magazines in the blink of an eye. Only three of the dozen criminals were lucky enough not to be shot. Scared out of their wits, they dodged to the side.
On the other side, Kincaid gestured at Luke to continue as he reloaded.
Luke shrugged. He reloaded half a second faster than the black baldie, and he stuck out his gun again. Pa! Pa!
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Two criminals who didn't hide well screamed and fell to the ground. One was shot in the foot and the other in the arm.
Pa! Pa!
Casually shooting them in the chest, Luke reloaded again.
On the other side, Kincaid clapped silently.
Luke raised his hand and gestured, "You go ahead."
Kincaid smiled and didn't stick his head out. He simply stuck his wrist out of the muzzle.
Pa! Pa!
Pa! The last criminal was shot twice in the upper body and fell to the ground.
Luke also clapped his hands soundlessly.
Kincaid hadn't fired randomly. Instead, he had aimed at the reflection of the mirror on the counter.
This wasn't something an ordinary shooter could do.
At that moment, Luke reloaded and stepped out.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
He shot the criminals who were still screaming on the ground in the chest one by one.
Then, without turning his head, he fired two shots back.
Pa! Pa!
He didn't waste the last two bullets. The bartender who was about to ambush him with a rifle was shot in the thigh. When he lowered his head and screamed, he was shot in the head again.
These criminals had come prepared. Naturally, it was the bartender who had tipped them off.
Luke also knew that this bar was the gang's territory, and the bartender was naturally one of them.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have come back.
Pa!
Kincaid walked out from the side, raised his hand, and fired at Luke's back.
A guy who was hiding in the crowd and aiming at Luke with a gun was shot in the head.
Kincaid said with a smile, "You owe me your life."
Luke snorted and suddenly swung the empty M1911 in his hand.
The gun spun and hit the face of one of the criminals who was aiming at Kincaid.
He shrugged. "We're even now."
The two people behind him were also in cahoots with the criminals. They were just spies among the customers, and hadn't shown up at the first moment.
Now that the two guys who had tried to sneak up on Luke had been killed, no one else among the customers hiding in the corners was holding a gun.
Luke walked over and picked up a gun from one of the criminals' hands, before he returned to the bar.
Kincaid was rummaging through the bar at that moment. A moment later, he let out a cry and took out a bottle of red wine.
Luke looked at the label but didn't recognize it at all. "Is this good wine?"
Kincaid snorted. "It's so-so, but at least it's authentic. The tequila that the bartender gave me just now was definitely fake. It tasted terrible. Now, make it up to me with this bottle. I'll give it to Sonia later. "
Luke picked up the can of juice on the counter. It wasn't easy for the juice to remain unscathed after so many guns had been fired at it.
He took a leisurely sip before he asked, "Sonia? Your future wife? "
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