Four Hundred and Eighty-Four Chapters Good Show Begins, Grenade Eighty

There are still people in the arsenal, but only two.

With their backs to the door, they were arranging ammunition and equipment, but did not find Luke coming in.

This is the core area of ​​the stronghold, surrounded by their people, they never thought that the enemy could sneak in.

Luke walked over and punched the back of the head cleanly.

Then, he went straight to the point.

He doesn't like bullets or anything, he has enough stock for this thing.

He was a little excited about the loaded chain, but there was no need to take it now.

He moved his hands quickly and opened the lids of several boxes. After confirming the equipment in them, he even put the boxes into the storage space together with the two RPGs and a row of warheads.

He hasn't bought this thing yet. It's similar to a machine gun, so he can't use it for the time being.

Now, of course, it's on the go.

He acted very quickly, and it didn't take two minutes in total to wash the things he liked.

Then put the bodies of the two gangsters into two empty boxes, close the lids, and Luke pressed two boxes of bullets on them.

In a short period of time, no one will find their bodies, giving him a little more time to act.

Quietly slipped out of the cement room, he touched the spot he had already chosen.

This is a certain building in the direction of one o'clock of the entire stronghold. It has nothing special, but it is very inconspicuous.

This building is neither the defensive point nor the periphery. The location is a bit biased, but it is relatively close to the large weed plantation outside.

Touching this, Luke threw a rope dart, pulled in a vigilant bandit outside the house, and knocked him to death.

Then he got the raw materials out of the storage space and quickly made makeshift weapons with his hands and feet.

This is the material he got at Dito Manor before, and it is for his planting land.

Materials are readily available, and his fabrication ends quickly.

Luke stuffed most of his homemade weapons back into the storage space,

The remaining dozen or so were directly carried in their hands and walked to the back of the house.

This is in the blind spot of the stronghold. The bandit was originally guarding it, but of course there is no one now.

Luke put a bunch of homemade weapons in his hand in front of him, then took a breath, picked up one, pulled out the pull tab of the grenade above, and threw it out violently.

At a frequency of two per second, he quickly threw out more than a dozen homemade weapons in front of him.

The power he used was enormous, and the height he threw was astonishing. The self-made weapon was like a goddess scattered flowers, showing an arc and flying towards the weed fields in front of him.

When Luke threw out his homemade weapon, in front of a building more peripheral in front of him, a gangster with a gun suddenly felt that something was wrong and looked up subconsciously: "Why do I feel like something is coming from above our heads. flew over?"

Another gangster also looked at: "Where?"

But the homemade weapons that swept across their heads had fallen to the weed fields at this moment, where could they still see it.

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, they heard a loud noise, and the first homemade weapon that was still in the air exploded.

Countless firelights flew out with the explosion, and a huge meteor fire shower was splashed in the air, covering a range of more than ten meters.

Then came a series of explosions and fire rain that quickly spread over the weed farm outside the stronghold.

The two gangsters were stunned.

In the stronghold, when the first explosion sounded, everyone involuntarily fell silent.

After a while, everyone spoke subconsciously, some were asking, some were shouting, and the stronghold was full of noise.

Selena's voice sounded: "Martin and the others have solved the roadblockers and are speeding up to the stronghold."

Luke snickered in his heart: Now, Martin has a chance.

A defense line of more than 300 people who made Martin's offensive defense line complete, even if the opponent was a group of amateur players, would be courting death.

A common saying of the US military fighting overseas is: within ten minutes of firing, we have an absolute advantage. Ten minutes later, it's up to you to see who has more people.

The meaning of this is very clear, that is, in battle, it is very fatal to be at a disadvantage in numbers for a long time.

In a short period of time, firepower and personal strength can overwhelm the numerical advantage.

But after a long time, facing a steady stream of enemies, even the most elite soldiers can't stand it.

Of course, this mainly refers to the team going out to perform tasks, such as Baghdad, such as Afghanistan.

Luke sneaked in without revealing it, but also to create chaos.

He is now far more powerful than ordinary people, but if he wants to easily get rid of these gangsters from the Dito group, he can't stand out loudly.

Hundreds of guns are swept over, even if he has primary self-healing and body armor, it will hurt a lot.

Martin didn't give up revenge, and continued to kill, so Luke would have more room for maneuver.

While thinking about it, he released a box of grenades from the storage space, picked up one and weighed it in his hand: "When they get out of the base, remind me of the distance and range."

Selena: "In one minute, they will be near the entrance of the main gate." This is a buffer time for him to prepare.

One minute, soon.

"Martin stopped and didn't move forward for the time being," Selena reminded.

Luke chuckled: "The good show begins."

With that said, he pulled out the safety pin of the grenade and threw it hard towards the front door.

As soon as he started throwing, his movements did not stop.

At a frequency of two per second, he threw the box of grenades in front of him to various positions that had been locked near the main entrance.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

80! 80! 80! 80! Luke couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

A series of explosions sounded, and shrapnel flew everywhere, and the bandits gathered around the main entrance were severely injured.

Luke turned into a human flesh grenade at this moment, and accurately threw grenades into the place where the bandits gathered.

In the stronghold, a large number of mournful screams for help echoed.

Many gangsters were killed, and even more gangsters were half-dead. The heavy injuries made them scream desperately and desperately asked for help.

The bandits in the stronghold were all in a panic: Are we surrounded by the Mexican military? This is a special bombing!

The frequency with which Luke threw grenades was too alarming, and the accuracy was not low. It almost exploded in a string around the front door.

The momentum was quite terrifying, making this group of amateur gangsters delusional, as if they were surrounded.

Luke didn't bother to pay attention to these guys, his performance had just begun.

He threw 20 grenades in one breath, and he looked at the movement in the stronghold in a leisurely manner.

Now, many people are running around the front door, although they don't understand what they are running.

In many places in the periphery, some gangsters couldn't help but open fire outside the stronghold, but they didn't realize that the attack just now came from the inside.

Luke quickly turned his attention away from the front door.

The guys there have been bombed to pieces, and few people dare to gather together.