Chapter 358 Smith Is Tough, Luke Hits a Black Gun

The gunmen nodded in unison.

The brutality of this boss is still very famous, and they can't afford it.

One of his subordinates gathered together: "Sir, the people on the roof are ready."

"Now, go up to me, kill that baby, and then kill that Mr. Smith by the way. By the way, also kill that wet nurse." The bearded man stood up, took out his gun and swung it.

The gunmen rushed forward immediately.

bang bang bang!

clap clap clap!

boom!

Whoa whoa whoa!

Ahhh!

After a while, the gunman at the front had rushed to the fifth floor and started a fierce exchange of fire with someone.

After the last gunman had just climbed up the second floor of the back-shaped stairs, the bearded gangster also followed with his gun.

When he stepped into the third floor, Luke, who was covered in gray and black clothes, just stepped into the open door of the apartment building.

Looking sideways at the swarming gunmen, he shook his head inwardly: Sure enough, they were part of a gang, and they didn't even leave a guard at the gate.

Come to think of it, they thought that more than 50 people rushed up, so they decided to settle for Mr. Smith.

With this in mind, Luke took out a P226 from his armpit, and then took out the long muffler and put it on.

Today he is here to shoot the black gun, and the movement can be as small as possible.

After a piece of broken glass fell, a gunman in black slammed into the ground on the first floor.

Luke glanced down and snickered in his heart.

This guy broke through the skylight glass and got down, but a hole was opened in his chest, and the rappelling became a jump off the building, and he died properly.

He chose the corner of the second floor, and the gun in his hand aimed diagonally upwards at the gunmen at the stairs on the fifth floor.

despair! despair! despair! despair!

The four gunmen who had just reached the fifth floor fell to the ground.

Three of them were silent, only one guy was screaming.

The muffler still has a little effect on its hit rate. Luke made an evaluation in his heart, which was not surprising.

The muffler is not a complete silencer.

The kind of shooting in the movie bang bang bang, the silencer is turned into a chi chi, like a silent pistol is basically impossible.

After his P226 hit the muffler, he only changed the sound of the gunshot to a jet sound similar to that of a nail gun, and concealed the muzzle flame.

In an apartment building filled with all kinds of clutter at the moment, that's about as effective as a silent pistol.

Luke was not greedy for merit, and after knocking down the four, he paused for a moment.

He paid attention to the reaction of the gunmen, especially the bearded man.

Although this guy has a pale and puffy ugly face, his professionalism is really good.

When I have time, I will ask old G if he knows the name of this forensic behavior consultant.

But obviously, the bearded boss didn't think that there would be a sneak attacker,

His attention was drawn to the intense exchange of fire upstairs.

Luke decisively continued to attack.

despair! despair! despair! despair!

Again four gunmen fell, this time none of the active ones.

Luke quickly retracted his body.

The bearded big man glanced down, obviously feeling that something was wrong.

The corners of Luke's mouth raised: Sure enough, he's an expert.

His figure left here quickly, pierced through a house next to him, shot out the hook rope, and went straight to the roof.

Just when he made a sneak attack just now, four gunmen's ropes descended from the roof.

Luke didn't think these guys would still keep people on the roof.

When he reached the edge of the roof, he took a deep breath, rolled over, looked in front of a broken skylight, and moved to another skylight seven or eight meters away.

Here is where Smith is located.

He lowered his head and raised his gun, pointing diagonally down.

despair! despair!

The back of the head of the two guys who took the UZI and swept the back of the head bloomed.

Luke quickly moved to another skylight.

despair! despair! despair!

Three lined up in a row, and the imposing gunmen fell one by one.

It's like playing balloons, a child's game! Hehehe in Luke's heart.

Just as he was having a good time with the black gun, Mr. Smith, below, made a big splash.

I saw him stepping on a table, jumping up, and the two guns in his hands were firing wildly.

The four gunmen who flanked him on the left and right exploded with several clumps of blood, screaming and falling to the ground.

After landing a roll, I lay on my back on a flatbed, and the huge momentum took the flatbed and slid out quickly.

clap clap clap!

The two gunmen who had just rushed up the fifth floor rolled down.

The flatbed also hit a gunman who had just rushed out from behind. Mr. Smith moved his gun up and aimed at the head of the gunman who was knocked over.

Snapped!

After tumbling into a pile of junk racks on the side, Mr. Smith threw away the HK-P7 and P226 in his hands, and picked up the HK416 placed there from the rack.

Bang bang bang bang!

Two gunmen who emerged from the other side of the rack were knocked upside down and flew out.

Grabbing a long skateboard on the shelf and putting it on the ground, he lay down and slammed his legs on the shelf.

The skateboard took him through the racks.

Bang bang bang bang!

After sliding past the surrounding gunmen, the HK416 muzzle in Mr. Smith's hand fired from left to right, making several gunmen scream.

Taking advantage of the last bit of opportunity, he replaced a magazine, and the skateboard just rushed out of the area where the rack was.

Seven or eight gunmen were walking roughly in a circle, but their muzzles were pointing at the area of ​​the pile of shelves.

Mr. Smith, with his back on the skateboard, dashed into the circle.

Bang bang bang bang!

With both legs stomping on the ground continuously, the skateboard drew a large arc on the ground.

Mr. Smith didn't need to move the muzzle too much, allowing it to be driven by its body to draw a circle, tilting a series of bullets on every gunman it passed.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Seven or eight gunmen fell to the ground one by one.

Luke was amazed by the skylight, Smith is really strong!

Glancing at the stairs again, he almost laughed.

The bearded boss has already started to run wildly... Now, his four confidants followed closely behind him and ran decisively.

Only the last batch of unlucky gunmen who rushed to the fifth floor were chased by Smith who had entered a state of rage, and named them one by one with HK416.

Smith roared in his heart at the moment: Mad! Just your weapons! I have it now too!

He has been struggling with his life recently, and he has to save even the bullets. He fought with dozens of gunmen last night.

Now that he has got a batch of excellent firearms and a lot of bullets, he finally swept away the stuffiness.

With this great power, a Mr. Smith who beat a group, Luke stopped doing it, and inserted the P226 in his hand back to his armpit.

On the fifth floor, the bang bang bang stopped after a moment.

Luke admired in his heart.

This guy Smith's marksmanship is absolutely top-notch. Although he didn't reach the level of headshots, every time the HK416 shoots a short burst, the shooter will inevitably fall down.

In just over ten seconds, the remaining gunmen were all knocked down.

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