Luke didn't kill the mercenaries.
This was a busy square, and kids would be traumatized if they died.
After firing four shots, the Harley Fat Boy swerved to the side. Only the mercenaries screaming outside the car attracted curious passersby.
…
"Did you know that I told her today that I forgave her?"
"Hey, not many women want to be forgiven. It'll make them feel like they were in the wrong."
The chatty duo continued to bicker.
…
Luke hummed a song as he pulled the trigger. "I
want
to
know
what
love
is，I
want
you
to
show
Me … "
Pu! Pu!
Two mercenaries who were sitting on chairs were shot in the back. They immediately hugged their butts and screamed miserably.
The Harley Fat Boy sped up slightly and slid past an SUV. Pu!
Pu! Pu!
Pu! Pu! Two mercenaries who had been opening their doors were knocked into the car, and the driver in the driver's seat was also shot.
Another black SUV started up. The mercenaries in it were clearly trying to move to reduce the possibility of being attacked.
Luke shot the SUV's rear wheel twice, and the car jerked to the side before it crashed into the railing and fell into the river.
Looking at the three mercenaries who had crawled out of the car and were struggling, Luke shot them in the shoulder.
The three unlucky fellows screamed and gulped down a mouthful of yellow-green river water before they floated up again with difficulty.
Some of the kind-hearted people wanted to save them, but they saw the three of them waving their guns and struggling to get to the shore.
The kind-hearted people immediately scattered, and many of them took out their phones to call the police as they ran.
…
"Yes, I want to forget about Black Marsh …"
“what？ Wait, which Black Marsh? "
"Kurosawa Takashi, my client. Roussel leaked Black Marsh's itinerary, and he was ambushed and assassinated … "
"Uh, hahahaha!"
"What's so funny?"
"Hahahaha, I killed Black Marsh. At the airport, right? He wasn't my target, but your Land Rover was too eye-catching, so I took a look. I recognized the arms dealer right away, so I shot him. "
“what？”
"Three hundred meters away, through a C-cup sized window, bang! Because of this shot, I earned some extra money. I thought you knew I was the one who killed him! "
The chatterbox duo was still bickering.
…
Luke burst out laughing too.
What is the most tragic thing in the world?
For Michael, perhaps he had always thought that he was the victim, but in the end, he found out that he had wronged his hot and beautiful girlfriend because of his misfortune. Money, career, and girls were all gone.
Luke, who was laughing too happily, had to adjust himself for a moment before the Harley Fat Boy caught up with an SUV that was circling the square.
Pu pu pu pu pu!
The mercenaries in the SUV screamed as they were hit by a barrage of bullets.
…
"Ouch ~ Why did you hit my face?" A certain unlucky person also began to wail.
"We're disbanding!" One of the security guards roared.
The chatterbox duo ended their bickering.
…
At this moment, the square was finally a little chaotic.
Luke had taken down more than twenty mercenaries in one go.
Although he hadn't killed anyone, these guys had all been shot. After screaming, they were found bleeding, and some were even found to have guns on them. The enthusiastic crowd immediately notified the police, and the timid ones dragged their friends away and told the others to leave.
Both the mercenaries and Interpol knew that Kincaid was very good to his wife, and wouldn't abandon her and run away on his own.
Thus, both parties had people stationed near the detention center, waiting for the black baldie to come and save his wife.
Now, Luke, who was unscrupulous when it came to earning experience and credit points, had directly exposed the mercenaries to Interpol.
It was difficult for the mercenaries who had been shot in the back to escape, and they were all caught by Interpol.
However, Michael, who was dizzy with anger, didn't care. After coming out of the clock tower, he sat down at an outdoor bar not far away.
"Give me two glasses of vodka!"
"Do you know how hard I've worked? I've prepared everything, and I just don't want to make any mistakes. In the end, I'll be ruined by that damn bullet and a window the size of a C-cup. " Gritting his teeth, Michael gestured the size of a C-cup with his twitching fingers, as if he wanted to crush something.
The bartender in front of him subconsciously shrank back and covered his chest with his hand.
Drunkards weren't rare, and drunkards who attacked men's breasts were even more common! This was the Netherlands, and this was Amsterdam.
Men harassing men was legally recognized as harassment.
Looking at the mercenaries around the square who couldn't hold it in any longer, Luke said helplessly, "How many people did Dukhovich get to silence me? There must be more than fifty. "
Even though he had already dealt with more than thirty mercenaries, when Kincaid walked out of the clock tower, several mercenaries still closed in on him.
Forget it, let's be simple and crude! In any case, Dukhovich and Kincaid would be the scapegoats. Luke made the easiest decision in his heart. Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Luke had just made up his mind when an impatient mercenary took out his gun and opened fire at Kincaid, who was more than ten meters away.
I hate mercenaries the most. They don't have any skills at all! Muttering to himself, Luke fired the gun under his armpit again.
This crude mercenary was dealt with even more easily.
But as soon as the simple and crude battle began, the square was instantly thrown into chaos.
Several mercenaries who were still approaching stopped hiding and took out their guns to shoot at Kincaid.
The sudden and intense gunfire scared the people in the square. Some of them ran around, some hid behind cover, and some shouted for the police.
Sirens began to blare from all over the place.
Interpol and the Amsterdam police had already prepared a backup plan, and they immediately used it.
Unfortunately, they were far inferior to the mercenaries. They had only reached two cars when the windows were smashed by the mercenaries and they crashed into the side of the road.
Kincaid was beaten up by four or five mercenaries with submachine guns.
He was a good shot, but he couldn't stop them from opening fire from twenty to thirty meters away. At this distance, it was very difficult for a pistol to fight a submachine gun.
This old guy bent down and dashed out. When he needed to hide, he was never careless.
Under the cover of all kinds of objects, he ran more than ten meters and jumped onto a speedboat by the river. He said, "Soryy," dragged the driver on the boat and threw him to the shore. Then, he stepped on the accelerator and the speedboat rushed out.
Kincaid had killed countless people, but he never attacked innocent people, much less in this crowded square.
He was wary of the people in the square, but the mercenaries weren't.
The speedboat created a large amount of white foam in the river as it sped away.
Many of the rivers in Amsterdam were small canals, and the two sides were more than ten meters apart. The speedboat couldn't go fast, nor could it completely avoid the gunfire on the river road.
Seeing that Kincaid had slipped away, the mercenaries didn't give up and chased after him.
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