One Hundred and Twenty-One Chapters, the One Who Killed Me, the Shovel

"John Wick." The old voice sounded, and Sloan's figure appeared at the window of the high platform behind the city wall.

Looking down at the person coming, Sloan also looked indifferent: "What do you want to say?"

Luke chuckled in his heart and raised his head slightly: "Just to tell you one thing."

In the mutual aid association, no one is arrogant.

Luke is a little regretful: these supporting roles are unprofessional, and no one comes to ask "what".

Adding drama to himself, he still maintains John's classic calm face.JPG: "Whoever kills me, I will kill his whole family."

Sloan:  …

Name Killers:  …

Guards:  …

Many people have a thought in their minds: We, are we being threatened in person? Or at the door of the house, being threatened by someone?

This is really... Thapres, Maja Falco!

Sloan's eyes flickered, but he didn't show any expression. He just ordered lightly: "Kill him."

As soon as the voice fell, the gunshot suddenly sounded.

The guards from all over the castle fired almost in unison, and the bullets swept towards the open space in front of the door like a storm.

Sloan was still standing quietly at the high platform window, and the famous killers just drew their guns, but no one opened fire.

They are not those scoundrels, they have enough arrogance in their hearts.

There is only one other person.

Even if he is the recently famous Night Demon John, he is not qualified to let them shoot together.

Dozens of guards began to attack, and they did not want to lose their share in this siege.

The next moment, their faces changed.

There was no one in front of the gate where the bullets flew, and the Night Demon disappeared in full view.

This kind of disappearance is very strange, it seems to be a blink of an eye,

People are gone.

But who are they?

They are the name killers of the mutual aid society, and they are naturally far superior to ordinary people in terms of reaction and dynamic vision.

All along, only they have relied on their super strength to suddenly disappear in front of their opponents.

Now, someone has played this hand in front of them.

At this moment, even Sloan's expression changed.

He remembered the night wolf and the white dove who just died, two to one, and died so silently.

The news was sent back by John the Nightmare on their own initiative.

"Everyone don't keep their hands, just kill him." Sloan's voice became so high that even the dense gunshots couldn't cover it up.

The order was issued, and everyone, including the famous killer, knew that this meant that the opponent had to be killed.

Soon, the lights all over the castle turned on, and the large dark areas became bright as day.

In the textile factory, the workers who were notified took out their firearms one after another and transformed themselves into killers.

Clap clap clap!

The gunshots exploded, instantly resounding in the factory building.

The common killers who were queuing up to get their guns at the gun room shot bloody arrows, exclaiming everywhere, and a series of people fell down, like rows of blood gourds strung together.

The figure in the black suit appeared in the factory at some point, holding an MP7 in each hand.

In the face of these common killers gathered like little chickens, Luke rarely used MP7.

Its up to 40 rounds of ammunition brought powerful and sustained lethality. Those killers who took guns were shot in a queue, and they were shot one by one.

This time, Luke didn't use any Mozambique shooting method.

Two bullets kill an enemy, too slow.

Hit the chest, also too slow.

All killers were shot in the head, without exception.

Within a distance of ten meters, it makes no difference whether Luke uses MP7 or Glock. The control power is too much, and the speed of killing is limited to the speed at which he can switch targets.

The faces of the famous killers who were still outside the castle and did not return immediately changed their expressions. The four people closest to the workshop activated their physical energy burst at the same time, and rushed in within two seconds.

In their line of sight, they just saw Luke loosen his hands, let the two MP7s fall, his hands passed by the sides of his waist like a phantom, and the two Glocks appeared again.

The four famous killers who had just rushed in immediately shrank their pupils when they saw these two Glocks.

The overgrown magazine below the handle is obvious. It is undoubtedly a specially made extended magazine, probably the neurotic stuff with a capacity of 33 rounds.

Coupled with the Glock's rate of fire, it is enough to use it as a micro-rush at close range.

Clap clap clap!

Just as they watched, the muzzles of the two Glocks exploded with flames far exceeding those of ordinary pistols, instantly bursting with deadly firepower.

The ordinary killers in this factory were washed away by MP7, and another batch of ordinary killers poured out from several passages.

They were people from the factory next door, and they rushed over immediately when they heard the gunshots.

The passageway where they appeared was also used to transport goods, and it was spacious enough to easily drive into a large truck.

The width of five or six meters made these killers pour in extremely fast, like a smashed ant nest, and a large group came in.

Then they hit the ferocious fire of two extended magazine Glocks.

These are considered elite killers among ordinary people, and they immediately rushed into the street without even seeing Luke's shadow.

None of the killers could rush into the passage for five meters, and they were all killed there, layer upon layer, as fragile as the straw under the sickle of an old farmer.

Only a few killers who landed a little later staggered the slapstick action, hiding in cold sweat on the side of the passageway, and no longer had the courage to show their heads.

Bang bang bang!

The four famous killers finally launched the first round of attack before Glock's final shooting was completed, and each shot one shot.

These powerful and sophisticated killers are far more powerful than those ordinary veterans killed two days ago.

When they rushed in, they automatically dispersed and entered from four directions at the same time, trying to overwhelm their opponents.

Luke's reaction was beyond their expectations.

When the four bullets came, the Glock in his hands still did not change direction, and stubbornly shot the last seven or eight ordinary killers in the head.

When the bullet flew, his figure blurred in the eyes of the four for a moment, and appeared two meters away.

The precise marksmanship of the four encountered new problems.

Because it was too accurate, the four bullets could never be deflected two meters away, and Luke was naturally unscathed.

At this time, the two Glocks in his hand finally became empty and on-hook.

Luke released his hands again, and Glock began to fall.

The two guns fell to his waist, and his hands crossed into his armpits again.

When the two guns fell to his thighs, he had two more guns in his hands.

This time, it is finally no longer a Glock with an extended magazine, but two modified P226s.

In fact, in the short period of time when he threw the gun and drew the gun, he had successfully avoided the four bullets fired, and pulled out a vague afterimage in the air, rushing towards the two people in the inner part of the factory building.

Clap clap clap!

In the face of Luke's sudden display of strange speed, the two of them were shocked, but they didn't panic immediately, and several bullets hit him on the approaching route.

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