The police officers didn't give up, and followed the mercenary's car.
For a moment, gunshots and sirens rang out on the romantic city streets, and there were all sorts of car accidents.
Luke wasn't in a hurry.
It wouldn't be easy for Kincaid to die. Safety first.
He got onto the SUV that was lagging behind. He pulled out a hidden weapon from the back of the motorcycle and held it in his hand.
Bang! Boom!
As he sped past the car, the weapon in his hand sprayed the front windshield.
The front windshield of the SUV was smashed, blood spurted out of the driver's seat, and the front of the car broke through the guardrail and fell into the river.
Luke exclaimed, "That's so f * cking awesome!"
He swung the weapon in his hand in the air, and with a crack, the empty cartridge was ejected. The motorcycle happened to be in front of the second SUV.
Bang! Boom!
The mercenary driving the second SUV also suffered the same fate. The front windshield was riddled with bullet holes, and his face was pockmarked.
A bearded mercenary in the passenger seat reacted quickly and grabbed the steering wheel to prevent the SUV from going out of control.
Luke spun the weapon in his hand again and raised the muzzle.
The bearded mercenary's expression changed drastically. He loosened his grip and shrank under the dashboard.
Bang! Boom!
The front passenger's windshield was also shattered. The SUV swerved rapidly and rolled to the ground with a rumble.
Luke glanced at the guy in the passenger seat, curled his lip, and left.
His weapon was purely a personal toy that could only hold seven bullets. It was too wasteful to use it on people, and it was best to use it on a car.
If there were four mercenaries in an SUV, it would be seven from one, and eighteen from two … Ptooey!
Luke forced himself to focus.
Although these mercenaries weren't bad, they weren't individually strong, and they weren't as strict as regular troops who took turns to attack. It was hard for Luke to get serious.
The Harley Fatty made a turn and cut through an alley. When it charged out, it did a drift and stuck close to the passenger seat of the third SUV.
The killer weapon in Luke's hand spun in a circle before he raised it horizontally.
Horrified, the mercenary in the passenger seat jerked his head back.
Bang!
The mercenary felt a slight pain in his scalp, but when he saw his comrade in the driver's seat bleeding from his chest, he couldn't help but rejoice.
In the end, a hand reached in through the broken window, grabbed his gun belt, and dragged him out of the car.
The mercenary shouted and waved his hands frantically, trying to get rid of his gun belt.
But Luke had twisted the gun belt around his neck, and he couldn't break free at all.
The mercenary's butt rubbed against the uneven streets, and his eyes almost rolled back. Luke swung his gun belt and smashed the mercenary's head against the railing on the side of the road, and the guy was hanging from the railing.
Throwing away the trash, Luke chased after them.
In the end, a series of gunshots rang out, causing the things around him to explode. The police officers in the two police cars were firing at him.
Luke almost fell over. These police officers were really outstanding. They beat up anyone they saw!
He decisively swerved the car, and the Harley Fat Boy dashed across a small bridge to follow the mercenary's SUV.
He caught up to the SUV at the corner and fired a shot at the window, forcing it to fall into the river. The Harley Fat Boy suddenly accelerated, lifted the front of the car, and rushed onto the hood of a car. Using the momentum from the car roof, it jumped high into the air and rushed to the middle of a small bridge.
There, a mercenary was aiming an RPG at an oncoming speedboat.
On the speedboat, the black baldie's eyes widened and his nostrils flared. He even stopped breathing for a moment.
Hiding from this thing in this narrow river was a gamble. He didn't have much confidence, and could only pray to God.
At that moment, a motorcycle suddenly roared loudly, and a Harley Fat Boy flew over and landed on the bridge in front of Kincaid.
Kincaid could even see a modified Winchester M1887 leisurely spinning in the hands of the rider in black leather.
With a clear click, the empty cartridge flew out, and the next bullet was loaded.
Bang!
This shot caused the mercenary holding the rocket launcher to spin in half a circle, and the rocket head shot into the SUV next to him with a bang.
His accomplice was scared out of his wits. Before he could react, he saw a rocket bursting through the window.
But because the distance was too close, the safety of the rocket wasn't off, and it didn't explode. Instead, it pierced through his shoulder and nailed him to his seat.
The Harley Fat Boy flew over the head of the mercenary with the rocket and brushed past the ground.
In midair, Luke put his beloved toy back into the leather holster next to the rear wheel and pressed down hard on the front of the car, which was about to shake.
The Harley Fat Boy hit the bridge and shook its butt left and right unwillingly. Finally, it settled down and dodged left and right on the sidewalk to catch up with the car and the police car in front of it.
This time, the people in the police car didn't shoot him. Surprised, the officer in the passenger seat shouted, "Which department are you from?"
He had seen Luke shoot the mercenary with the rocket earlier, and anyone who used a rocket in the city definitely wasn't on the police's side.
From that point of view, could Luke be considered an ally?
Luke didn't say anything. He stepped on the gas pedal and overtook the police car. His left hand pulled back and spun again.
Crack! Bang!
The last SUV twisted, but it couldn't avoid Luke's shotgun, and the windshield was immediately blown off.
But the driver was very persistent. He slowed down while trying to keep the SUV moving forward.
Luke smiled and spun the Winchester in his hand again.
Crack!
The criminal finally raised his head to look at the road ahead.
In the end, he saw a black muzzle pointed at the driver's window.
His eyes widened as he exclaimed, "No …"
Bang!
Blood splattered on the driver's seat.
Isn't it good to be alive? Why are you so dedicated? He sighed and put the gun back into its holster.
Watching Kincaid drive the speedboat and disappear around the bend in the river, Luke's Harley Fat Boy sped up again and sped off.
…
However, while Kincaid managed to escape, a certain security guard ran into a little trouble.
Michael might have been infected with bad luck. He had helped Kincaid take care of a lot of mercenaries on his motorcycle, but in the end, he was knocked off his motorcycle by a group of mercenaries and was taken away after he passed out.
Tracking the bug on Michael, Luke turned the car around and followed him.
Twenty minutes later, outside an old building on the outskirts of the city, Luke stood behind a tree and observed the mercenary nest in front of him.
He looked at his phone screen again, and saw a green dot rapidly approaching.
The green dot was Kincaid!
This old guy wasn't simple. After escaping, he quickly turned around and followed the mercenaries who had returned.
Michael was about to be electrocuted, and Kincaid was about to rush over to snatch points.
He couldn't wait any longer.
Michael was chattering away in his earpiece. "Do you know? You have to make me trust you and establish a connection before I can tell you the information … Ah! "
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