Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! The thugs fired at the corner of the wall.
Luke, however, had already retreated to the corner and adjusted himself.
Luke rarely fired six shots in a second at six scattered targets in a row.
But it wasn't too difficult.
With 25 Mental Strength, he was already able to quickly switch targets in a short period of time. It was just that he wasn't absolutely confident in his accuracy.
All six shots just now had hit critical spots partly because of luck.
"Mustapha's dead …"
"Aziz's dead …"
"Barry's dead …"
"Hardy's dead too …"
"The guy behind us is a marksman …"
Luke sneered.
These guys had opened fire as soon as they entered the lobby.
Although their main targets were the security guards and police officers at the security checkpoint, they had also knocked down more than ten ordinary people.
This wasn't something Luke would hold back on.
"Grenade!" Selina suddenly warned.
Luke suddenly stuck out half his head and locked onto a thug with his right eye. At the same time, he adjusted the angle of his gun. Bang!
Bang!
One of the thugs had just pulled out the safety pin and raised his hand to throw a grenade at Luke's side.
Luke's two lightning-fast shots hit the thug in the face.
As he fell to the ground, the grenade in the thug's hand slid off his body.
Terrified, the thugs around him hurriedly took cover.
A nearby bald man, who was nearly two meters tall, took two steps forward and flipped the bandit's body over with a kick. He then pressed the grenade under the body.
Bang!
With a dull thud, the thug's body was blown dozens of centimeters into the air before it fell again.
An expert!
Both Luke and Selina noticed the bald man.
His reaction was quick and accurate, and more importantly, he was very bold. Bang!
Bang!
Luke raised his hand and fired twice.
An expert? Then hurry up and go to hell!
The man, however, grinned maliciously and raised his hand in front of his eyes.
Clang!
There were two light sounds, and Luke could even see the nine-millimeter Parabelluru bullets shatter into pieces on the man's arm.
Did this guy have a bulletproof plate on his arm?
The thought popped up in Luke's head, and he didn't hesitate to aim his gun.
Pa pa pa pa!
However, the burly man lowered his head and bent his body, his arms touching the ground, and struck a classic American football charging stance.
In the next moment, he sped up and charged at Luke.
Luke's expression changed, and he fired the last bullet in the Glock.
At the same time, he quickly retreated into the tunnel.
From the corner of his eyes, he could see that the last bullet hit the man's head, which was buried low, but it also turned into pieces.
Luke's spirits were lifted, and he grew excited.
He could see very clearly that the burly man's head was bald, and there was no bulletproof plate on it.
Therefore, this was a transcendent human!
Rumble!
There was a series of explosive footsteps. Accompanied by this huge commotion, the hunched bald man charged into the hallway, turned slightly, and charged at Luke again.
As the man charged forward, he raised his eyes to check on his target, only to see Luke standing ten meters away with his Glock sheathed in his right hand.
Luke didn't seem to be in a hurry, which made the burly man feel strange.
But after he charged, it was hard for him to stop, and he charged at Luke in a familiar rhythm.
The moment he charged into the tunnel, Luke put his Glock back into its holster.
On the second step, Luke reached under his right armpit with his left hand.
On the third step, Luke flicked his left hand, and a revolver with a long barrel appeared.
The corner of the burly man's eye twitched, and he abruptly raised his hands to protect his head, and his charge slowed down slightly.
A Smith & Wesson M500!
That was something that was used to shoot elephants and rhinos! How could he not recognize it?
But did a minor detective need to carry such a fancy and impractical gun with him on a daily basis?
Bang! Clang!
As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, a bullet hit his arm in front of him and ricocheted off.
He felt the pain, but he was relieved.
It wasn't a special bullet, and he could totally block it with his hands.
After all, apart from its power, the M500 was famous for its capacity of five bullets!
Bang! Clang!
The second bullet hit his arm again and ricocheted off, but the huge impact slowed the man's charge even further.
Bang! Clang!
The third bullet hit his arm again, and the man's body went from leaning forward to almost standing upright.
Bang! Clang!
The fourth bullet finally loosened the man's arm.
Bang! Clang!
The fifth bullet passed through the small gap and hit the man's neck, which was just exposed. His head tilted back slightly, but the bullet still ricocheted off his neck.
The man, however, sneered inwardly. You only have five bullets. Just wait for your death!
Bang! Clang!
The sixth bullet hit the man's slightly raised chin without any hesitation, and his upper body began to tilt back as well, leaving a white mark where the bullet had hit.
Bang! Clang!
The seventh bullet followed closely behind, enlarging the white mark at the point of impact. The burly man's body leaned back even more.
In his eyes, Luke stepped forward unhurriedly and took a step forward.
Bang! Clang!
The eighth bullet hit the same spot for the third time, and the skin there turned slightly red.
The man's head was in chaos, and he finally fell backward.
The enormous impact of the .50 bullet hit his chin, which was the most vulnerable part of his body, three times in a row. Even his bones of steel couldn't take it.
Luke took another step forward and lowered his gun slightly so that he could shoot down the gun.
Bang! Clang!
The ninth bullet hit the red spot on his chin again, and blood appeared.
The man's head was dizzy, and he completely lost the ability to react.
Luke took another step forward.
Bang!
When the tenth bullet was fired, he was less than two meters away from the man.
Pu!
There was the dull sound of a bullet entering flesh. The man's body stiffened, and his eyes suddenly widened. Finally, there was a bullet hole in his chin, and one could vaguely see the bullet stuck in his flesh.
Luke stood still and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The eleventh bullet followed the wound created by the tenth bullet and hit it, pushing it into the big man's head.
Bang!
Amidst the slightly muffled explosion, the burly man's eyes widened, and his body fell to the ground with a bang.
A few seconds later, blood oozed out of his orifices, and he lay lifeless on the ground.
Luke curled his lip. "Who said that my revolver can only fire five bullets?"
He pulled out the M500 in his hand, and the M686 in his holster disappeared without a sound. The M500 conveniently returned to the holster that had just been emptied.
He then pulled out the Glock again and reloaded it. He took the time to ask, "Selina, what's the situation on your side?"
Selina growled, "If you don't hurry up, I'll have Gold Nugget bite him for me."
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