Chapter 1014 Does Every Boss Have a Secret Cell in His Basement?

Luke frowned, but still took out his gun and lowered half of the car window.

This is New Jersey, and there are a lot of dead people in the villa.

He wouldn't shoot unless it was necessary, lest the New Jersey police investigate over and over again, but he also didn't want to see police officers on their official duties silenced.

In the drone footage, the man stood up with some difficulty and walked to open the door.

"Good evening, John." The patrolman greeted.

"Good evening, Jimmy. Any neighbors complaining about the noise?" the man named John responded calmly.

On the drone screen, the pistol he carried behind him did not move.

The patrolman nodded slowly: "Yes, it's a little noisy." Then, he tilted his head slightly, looked in through the gap beside the man named John, and saw a corpse in a black suit lying on the ground.

John also turned to look.

The gun in Luke's hand was raised, but it was only placed on the half-opened car window without aiming.

If this John wanted to keep his mouth shut, it should be now.

The patrolman sighed, took off his hat and scratched his head: "Are you working again?"

John's face was light: "No, just clarified a little thing."

Patrolman: "Wow, that's it. Okay, that's it, good night John." He put on his hat and turned away.

His speed hasn't changed much from before.

Luke could see from the side of the car that the patrolman didn't mean to be afraid and nervous, but instead had an expression of "as expected".

Apparently, the patrolman knew what John was about, and was not surprised that there was a dead man in his house.

Luke watched the patrolman get in the car and leave, also withdrew the pistol, and raised the window.

The John at the door of the villa looked at the Ford car consciously, but the window was already closed, and he couldn't see Luke in the dark car.

He frowned and closed the door.

There may be a passerby who heard the movement in the car, but this person can't see the situation in the villa, so it doesn't matter.

Luke moved quickly in his hands for a moment,

He parked the drone in a corner of the basement and turned it into a fixed monitor. Then he lifted the fluffy female painter in his arms and put it back to the co-pilot: "Okay, I can't wait to get back to you. coffee in the bedroom."

Elena gave him a light sip, but the expression on her face did not mean any objection, and she explained the word duplicity vividly.

The Ford started, turned a corner, and drove another kilometer, not far from Paland College.

Bang bang bang bang!

Irina looked right and forward in surprise, but couldn't see the situation in the distance, but she whispered softly: "Is this... the sound of gunshots?"

Luke's egg hurts a bit: Wang Defa! again? When did the law and order in New Jersey get so bad?

He immediately said in his mouth: "...Lie down, lean on my side, don't look up."

At the same time, he immediately turned off the lights and slowed down to stop.

The gunshot was too close.

And since Luke heard the gunshots, and in the short seconds of parking until now, the gunshots have rang hundreds of times.

Luke has already identified that it was at least five rifles firing at the same time. Is this crazy?

Although this is a suburb of North Bergen, is it really okay to make such a big move?

Just now that John was at home, a pair of twelve, and they didn't make such a big deal.

Is it the army? Or... mercenaries? He pondered in his heart, and released a micro drone for the second time tonight.

The drone lightly crossed a small slip of wood, and saw ten people surrounded by a two-story building.

Looking at the posture of these people, Luke let out a sigh in his heart.

These ten people also wore black hoods and black clothes, but they were all wearing professional combat uniforms.

The weapons in their hands, Luke found at first glance that there were M4A1, AR-15 and the expensive HK416, and they were all special weapons that were modified and fine-tuned by themselves.

Compared to the twelve hooded black suits who died in John's Villa, the group of black combat uniforms here are the real professionals, and they are obviously the way of the military.

No wonder the means are so simple and rude! Luke muttered in his heart, and controlled the drone and slipped into the house where the bullets were flying.

In the house, only three black fighters fell at the door of the kitchen, obviously with the group outside.

One head slid into the kitchen door panel and hung on it like that.

The angle at which one head hangs is very strange, and the neck bone is obviously broken.

The last one was stiff, and a syringe around his neck was empty.

Luke smashed his mouth: "This is interesting."

Hearing this, Elena couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "You don't want to go there, do you? It's too dangerous."

Luke rubbed her earlobe with his hand: "Hey, I'm NYPD, not a New Jersey police officer. I don't have the right to enforce the law here."

Elena breathed a sigh of relief: "Then what do you do?"

Luke: "Don't worry, I have texted the police."

Elena snorted, and she was a little embarrassed about this supposedly standard answer, but she didn't say anything.

Luke is not in a hurry.

Obviously, like the John just now, the residents in this small building are not ordinary people.

There are already three black combat uniforms lying inside, indicating that this person is at least not unprepared.

Luke gently kneaded the earlobe of the future female artist with one hand, and the other hand quickly controlled the drone around the house, just like the one he did not long ago.

The drone again found an open basement entrance.

He slammed his mouth: "No way! It's the basement again?"

The drone has been flying in without stopping.

After a while, Luke looked strange.

On the screen, this basement has nothing in common with the basement of John's Villa just now, but now there is an eight-pound sledgehammer thrown on the ground, then a smashed concrete floor, and... an open small box under the ground.

Except for the difference in the size of the box, and the fact that there are no weapons or gold coins left in it, the rest is almost a replica of the basement of John's Villa.

"It's such a coincidence." Luke murmured: "Could it be that every former boss has this kind of hidden space in the basement? Moreover, they always like to swing the sledgehammer when the enemy comes. Take weapons?"

Next, what happened in the small building was similar to what happened in John's villa. The ten black combat uniforms that entered the small building were destroyed in less than five minutes.

The bald-headed guy in pajamas with bare feet inside is extremely scary.

Although his strength and speed are not exaggerated, but relying on the almost unpredictable prediction of the prophet, he moved erratically and silently, and let ten black combat uniforms take the initiative to send the head to his muzzle.

One shot and one, that p226 didn't even need to change the magazine, it killed ten black combat uniforms.

Then, the fifty-year-old bald tycoon picked up the packed backpack and got up to go out.

After he went out, the small building that had been swept away by the rifle rumbled, and a large piece of the roof fell off.

The bald boss didn't turn his head, just got in the car and left, acting like a "real man never looks back at the explosion".