The criminals were caught off guard by the sudden pincer attack.
Of the two people down below, the leader's movements were swift and his marksmanship was precise and flashy. He took down a criminal in almost one or two bursts of fire.
The female officer's marksmanship wasn't that impressive, but she was still competent as a cover for the leader.
On the other hand, a certain professional sniper who hid on the rooftop and looked down at the criminals was too much.
He emptied the first magazine of his Glock in three seconds, and seventeen bullets blew up the heads of seven criminals and the chests of eight.
Then, after the last bullet was fired from the first magazine, he pressed the release button, and the magazine that he had already prepared in his left hand was instantly inserted. He pressed the reset button, and the sleeve was reset.
A series of gunshots rang out again.
The criminals downstairs weren't rookies, but experienced mercenaries.
After many of their companions fell in a row, they also sensed that the gunshots weren't coming from the right place, and several of them raised their guns and fired randomly upstairs.
Luke, however, was very calm.
He had locked onto the approximate positions of these criminals in advance. Now that half of them were dead, the remaining people who posed a greater threat were prioritized.
This was a game of who was faster.
As long as Luke was a little faster than the criminals, he would be able to gain the upper hand in every exchange of fire.
Once he had the upper hand, it would be hard for him to lose in a shootout within twenty meters.
When the six criminals raised their guns and fired randomly, Luke shot two bullets at each of them at the same speed as they moved their guns.
As soon as the six criminals fell, the gunshots on the street immediately died down, and the two people who had broken out of the prison van rushed into an alley on the side.
However, perhaps because the leader's footsteps were too flashy, one of the criminals that Luke had shot down didn't release the trigger, and inexplicably created a stray bullet.
Half of the man's body was in the alley, but he was still shot in the calf. He screamed and rolled into the alley, cursing, "F * ck you!"
Luke was lost for words as he watched from the rooftop. What kind of bad luck was this? He was shot in the other half of his leg? Fortunately, it wasn't his knee.
But this person wasn't an ordinary person. Dragging his injured leg, he stood up, and with a backhand sweep, he knocked down two approaching bandits. Even though he was limping, he was still extremely coquettish and decisively slipped away.
The policewoman also retreated into the alley and ran after him.
Luke didn't stop there. He emptied the clip in one go and knocked down four criminals who were approaching the alley entrance. He then put away his gun and left as well.
He liked to do good things without leaving his name. Let the British police uncles take the credit.
After circling several times in the alley and walking for almost a kilometer, he stood in front of a circle-shaped apartment building. He easily jumped off the wall, grabbed the fire escape on the second floor, and climbed to the fifth floor.
Luke stepped on two windows that were less than ten centimeters wide, grabbed the edge of a third window, and stuck his head out.
Someone inside said impatiently, "Don't bother with that damn phone. Dukhovich knows our line, so there must be a mole in Interpol. Right now, I need someone to heal me. You need help. Remember, you must be an outsider. "
Luke listened outside the window for a moment, then knocked on the window with a smile.
The two people in the room immediately pointed their guns at him.
Seeing a big smiling face and a waving hand outside the window, the two of them were astonished.
The policewoman was at a loss.
Shooting would easily attract the police, and the other party didn't attack first. She subconsciously looked at the person next to her.
The other person raised his gun and frowned. He stared at the face for a moment before he said, "Honduras?"
Outside the window, Luke's smile grew even brighter. "How's your future wife?"
The moment he asked the question, the man's mouth twitched, but he lowered his gun. "Let him in. He's not Dukhovich's man."
The policewoman was surprised. "Are you serious? Do you know how many hitmen and mercenaries Dukhovich hired to kill you? "
Also, this sneaky guy outside the window looked like a killer! She mumbled inwardly, but under the gazes of the two people inside and outside the window, she reluctantly opened the window.
After opening the latch, she immediately backed away from the window. Although she didn't raise her gun, she was ready to attack at any moment.
In the end, Luke opened the window and crawled in.
He nodded at the vigilant policewoman. "Hello, beautiful lady. May I know your name?"
The policewoman said, "Shouldn't you say it first?"
Luke shrugged. "Just call me Coolbirds."
The policewoman said, "Roussel!"
He then turned to look at the person sitting on the sofa. "Long time no see. You haven't been doing well, Kincaid."
At that moment, the person on the sofa had already taken off his black beanie to reveal a bald head with the same tattoo of a withered tree and crow.
Hearing Luke's name, Kincaid curled his lip and confirmed that he hadn't recognized the wrong person.
Coolbirds was the name of the bar in Honduras where he had met his wife, Sonia.
On the day he had met his wife, a young man had been sitting next to him, and the two of them had beaten up the gangsters in the bar together.
He didn't know the young man's background, and there was something wrong with the young man's face, but Kincaid knew his own condition.
If he fought this young man now, he would definitely lose.
Luke pulled over a chair and a stool on the side and gestured.
Kincaid consciously put his right leg, which had been shot, on the stool.
Luke clicked his tongue as he took something out of his backpack. "Sure enough, it doesn't end well for you if you're too cocky when you walk. If you were willing to crawl on the ground with your butt in the air, you wouldn't have been shot, right? "
Kincaid's mind raced, and he suddenly understood. "It was you just now?"
The moment he said that, Roussel, who was a few meters away, was so frightened that she immediately aimed her gun at Luke.
Hearing that, she thought that Luke was the one who had shot Kincaid.
Luke, however, didn't even look at her. He unhurriedly put on a pair of rubber gloves and cut open one of Kincaid's pants with a smile. "Let me remind you, don't talk nonsense if you don't have any evidence."
Kincaid, however, understood.
No wonder someone had attacked the criminals at the same time as he had rushed out of the prison van, and the marksmanship had been extremely sharp.
He had been in a hurry to break out of the encirclement and hadn't had time to look up from the middle of the road.
But as experienced as he was, he was still amazed by the marksmanship of the person on the roof.
It really wasn't as simple as it was in the movies.
In actual combat, a shooter had to control their own condition, and their opponent wasn't a fixed target. It was already very good if they could hit 20-30% of the time.
Now that Luke had appeared, and recalling how the criminals had been cut down like wheat, Kincaid understood everything.
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