Seeing that Luke was about to disappear around the corner of the stairs, Mindy quickly chased after him. "Wait, how can the table pay attention to you? That's not right! "
Luke said, "That's why people have to read more! It's actually very simple, which is … "
He tricked the little girl with the unreliable keyboard warriors from his previous life, and they went all the way to the rooftop.
In the comms, Damon was already talking to his archenemy, D 'Amico.
The conversation between the two of them was unusually straightforward.
Damon, who had come for revenge tonight, didn't hide himself at all. When D 'Amico dragged his son and wife up to the rooftop, he saw him.
Seeing Damon's appearance, D 'Amico immediately understood. "It's you!"
Damon said, "It's me."
D 'Amico asked, "Why don't you just die?"
Damon said, "Because I want to watch you die."
D 'Amico said, "Then try!"
Damon said, "Sure."
Their eyes were about to spit fire from just a few simple words.
As the saying went, when enemies met, their eyes turned especially red. These two had been entangled for more than ten years, and were definitely lifelong enemies.
In the past year, one of them had set traps, and the other had jumped out to kill.
Damon had almost died several times, but D 'Amico had also suffered heavy losses. He had lost more than ten batches of money, goods, and people.
Both sides roared and rushed towards each other like two red-eyed bulls. The guns in their hands were already raised and fired wildly.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
In just two seconds, the two of them collided.
Damon, who was wearing armor, had the upper hand. He was completely fine after being shot three times.
A bullet grazed D 'Amico's ribs, but he didn't seem to feel it at all. He threw away his gun and continued to charge at Damon with both hands.
Damon didn't show any weakness. He threw away his gun and fought head-on.
Amidst the muffled banging sounds, the two of them punched and kicked each other in a frenzy.
After fighting for a minute, D 'Amico's face was bruised and his nose was bleeding. He had been beaten into a pig's head.
Damon's armor protected him, and he was unharmed again.
Suddenly, D 'Amico, who had changed beyond recognition, grinned. "You think you're so great just because you have this turtle shell? Die! "
As he spoke, his arms tightened around Damon's wrists. He curled his body up and wrapped his legs around Damon's neck. He locked Damon's right arm between his own and used a classic cross lock.
D 'Amico had never been a weak boss. When he was young, he had killed countless opponents with his fists and feet.
He was proficient in Judo, Aikido, Boxing, and Muay Thai. He was an out-and-out fighting master.
Even though he was almost forty years old, his daily combat training had never stopped.
He already knew that bullets couldn't kill Damon, his old rival. Most of his anger just now was just an act. He wanted to infuriate Damon so that he could get close to Damon and find a chance to kill him.
Sure enough, in his excitement, Damon's marksmanship was not up to par.
In the past, he had been able to turn D 'Amico into a sieve, but he only managed to hit him once.
Perhaps Damon subconsciously didn't want to shoot D 'Amico, his greatest enemy, in one go. He needed to vent his anger and resentment that he had accumulated for more than ten years before beating D' Amico up so hard that his face was covered in bruises.
At that moment, Luke and Mindy appeared at the top of the stairs on the rooftop.
Seeing that her father seemed to be at a disadvantage, Mindy subconsciously wanted to take out her gun.
Luke pressed down on her shoulder. "No need. Your father isn't that weak. Besides, he's wearing armor. Let him complete his final vengeance. "
Mindy was stunned for a moment before she understood.
Fighting D 'Amico with Damon's brand-new armor was completely cheating.
Damon just didn't want to kill D 'Amico too quickly.
Luke chuckled inwardly. As a gang leader, he had to keep up with the times. It was true that the rich relied on technology.
D 'Amico, who didn't rely on technology, was a negative example.
At that moment, D 'Amico pulled with both hands and his crotch, trying to break Damon's arm.
In the end … it didn't budge.
Stunned, he exerted force again.
Still … it didn't budge.
Damon suddenly sneered. "Surprise! F * ck you! "
Ignoring D 'Amico's nearly two hundred pounds of weight, he slowly bent his right arm.
"You! Give it to me! Die! "He roared as he twisted his body and swung his arm.
Damon swung D 'Amico's tall and sturdy body into the air before he smashed into the ground with a bang.
D 'Amico held his breath for a few seconds. He could no longer hold onto Damon's right arm with his hands and feet, and he fell. At the same time, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Of course, this wasn't internal bleeding. It was just that D 'Amico had bit his tongue and coughed up some saliva.
Mindy's eyes glowed.
The new armor that Luke had provided them this time had a very simple auxiliary power system.
This auxiliary power system couldn't be controlled too much, but it protected the joints from being flipped over, and the instantaneous burst of strength was enough to crush any normal person.
Using one's own body weight to press down on the opponent's joints was the proverbial "the arm can't beat the thigh." It was courting death against the auxiliary power system of the armor.
D 'Amico couldn't break the "iron" arm of Damon's armor, nor could he resist the immense force of the auxiliary power system. He was smashed into a half-paralyzed state.
Luke curled his lip again. This was how tragic gang leaders who didn't understand science were. They didn't even dare to touch a rock with an egg.
Damon slowly got up from his half-kneeling position and looked down at D 'Amico. "Do you have any last words?"
D 'Amico coughed, then spat at Damon with bloody spit. "You'll die with me, and that little girl with you. She's your daughter, right? Haha, she'll go to hell with you. "
Damon stomped down and gave him a hard slap in the mouth. "No, hell only belongs to trash like you. Go to hell!"
As he spoke, he pulled out another gun and aimed it at D 'Amico's head.
"No, don't kill my dad!" A thin figure lunged in front of Damon and blocked the muzzle.
It was a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, but his face was pale and sinister.
As the young man shouted, he pushed Damon's chest hard, as if he wanted to stop him from shooting.
Damon didn't say anything. With a gentle push, the young man staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.
Pa!
A hole appeared in the middle of D 'Amico's forehead.
His eyes were still fixed on Damon, but they gradually lost their luster.
"Dad! Dad! "The young man cried as he crawled over and hugged D 'Amico's body tightly.
Damon silently walked past D 'Amico and the young man.
"Just you wait, I'll definitely kill you," the young man suddenly roared as he looked at Damon's back.
Then, he looked at Luke and Selina. "And you. None of you are getting away."
Luke crossed his arms and asked through the comms, "This young man's courage is commendable. What should we do?"
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