Four Hundred and Eighty-Seven Chapters Give You a Chance, You Are Useless!

The big man with the walkie-talkie in the driver's seat was desperately commanding, but before he could make any movement, his upper body was blown into blood.

Luke continued to move the muzzle, skipped over to see Dito, the old guy, and continued to sweep.

Someone did not know that he had just killed the soul of the reinforcements, and he was completely immersed in the quick gan of the sprinkler.

The scorching metal storm didn't stop, and with the sound of tom, tom, tom, it didn't take ten seconds to plow back and forth among the bandits.

Except for the three or five people who were quick-eyed and crawled away a second or two earlier, the other 40 or so gangsters were directly beaten to pieces by this violent attack.

The horrible tom tom finally stopped.

There was a mess around the convoy, the driver seats of all five cars were pierced, and only half of the machine gunners were left, and the people hiding behind the cars were not spared.

The three or five gangsters who were not hit were in a state of nervous breakdown, crying and crawling among the flesh and blood.

Clang! The heavy m2 heavy machine gun fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Luke smiled silently, twisted his hands and wrists, and shouted in his heart: Really niang! interesting!

Ten minutes of reloading, ten seconds of fun!

The happiness of the sprinkler is well-deserved.

After moving his wrist, he took out the m1911 he just grabbed from the holster on his leg.

Clap clap clap clap!

The gangsters who were crying and crawling all had their heads blooming.

As he walked, he took out a magazine and replaced it in a hurry, and Luke disappeared into the shadow of the house next to him.

Opposite, Martin and Roger's eyes almost burst out.

That's a Browning m2 heavy machine gun! It's a big guy with an empty gun weighing close to 80 pounds! Ordinary people can hold it steady.

Fire in hand? Only some boring gunners have tried this sort of thing.

Even if you add a sling and let your body bear the weight of most of the guns, the bullets can only plow the ground after three shots.

In the face of such a heavy weapon, it is almost impossible to press the gun.

Like what they had just seen, the one who emptied a chain of bullets in one breath and kept the ballistics stable was definitely not a human being.

Martin suddenly felt that there must be something wrong with the world.

He has confidence in his marksmanship, but on heavy machine guns, he loses... no wonder!

This is a vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun, and it was not designed to be used by people in their hands.

At this time, Roger finally closed his dislocated chin and muttered, "This guy learns from me."

Martin: "Huh?"

"His line just now was obviously copied from me." Roger said.

Martin: "...Yes, maybe he and you are both African American."

Roger: "Are you discriminating against my skin color?"

Martin: "I'm praising you for your good physical strength. You can carry heavy machine guns and shoot."

Roger: "...Don't, I can't even carry the m249, I'm an old man."

The two were talking nonsense, and finally their shocking emotions slowly subsided.

No one dared to approach.

The scene of the heavy machine gun clearing the scene just now was too terrifying.

In fact, the big man who was killed by Luke in the SUV was the instructor of Dito's armed men. He was an American and retired from the Navy 6th team.

He came here for the money.

For the money, he also stayed here forever.

People die for wealth, the truth of the ages.

After defeating the last straw of Dito's group, Luke carried out the final clean-up work in the stronghold.

When he met someone who ran by, he just shot.

He didn't chase those who escaped, but just reminded Selena in the intercom system: "Pay attention to the scattered bandits, don't be attacked."

Selena has a car there, and the gangsters who run for their lives are likely to snatch it when they see it.

"Don't worry, I found a good place and hid." Selena said, "However, are you sure we don't run quickly?"

Luke chuckled lightly, raised his hand and shot twice, killing the two gangsters who ran past him with guns.

After retreating into the room behind him, he walked through the hall, opened the back door and kicked out, kicking a gangster who was shivering by the door: "You have to trust the strength of the Mexican police. I promise, before we leave Before, they wouldn't come here."

Selena:  …

Taking this opportunity, Luke entered the arsenal again and scoured a lot of fancy ammunition, such as several boxes of ammunition chains.

The thrill of the bullet swept away just now is not something that an assault rifle can give.

With far more strength than ordinary people, he felt almost the same with a rifle or a pistol, and he was light and had no recoil.

However, the m2 heavy machine gun just now allowed him to find the feeling when he fired the first shot.

In addition to the ammo chain, he also cleared the RPG's ammo.

Finally, he placed a large piece of plastic x-ray inside and walked out.

"Martin what are they doing?" he asked.

Selena: "Martin and Roger are... arguing? It seems that they have a little disagreement because of Dito."

Luke wondered: "What do you mean?"

Selena: "I don't know, but I think Roger wants to bring Dito back."

Luke chuckled and said, "It really is a cunning old man."

Just bring Dito back, the guy has a lot of stuff in his hands to give Roger and Martin some wiggle room.

For the money in this guy's hands alone, there's bound to be someone willing to keep Roger and Martin.

This time the two of them stabbed a lot. Roger may have taken this into consideration.

But Martin's wife and children died in Dito's hands, how could he be willing to let this great enemy go.

Nor can it be said that Roger is unscrupulous.

He was an old man and accompanied Martin, his partner, to Mexico, chasing dozens or hundreds of people and beating them. This loyalty was absolutely enough.

While walking, Luke found the weed warehouse here, poured a barrel of gasoline on it, lit a lighter, threw it out, turned around and left.

Behind him, the flames burst into flames, engulfing the large warehouse full of finished weeds.

"Luke, Roger seems to have convinced Martin, now that Martin has gone to the car, Dito... is still alive."

Luke shook his head speechlessly, ran more than ten meters away, and looked at where Martin and the two were, about thirty meters away from him.

He could see Roger with his back to him, handcuffing Dito Flores.

Looking at this situation, Luke couldn't help but murmured, "Martin, it's useless to give you a chance!"

The m1911 in the holster was pulled out in an instant, and the arc shot moved!

Snapped!

Over there, Roger was relieved, and Roger, who had handcuffed Dito, saw that Dito, who was in front of him, suddenly burst with blood from his temple, and fell to the ground like a broken puppet.

Roger was stunned: "th!" (what the hell)

Martin heard the gunshots and got out of the car immediately.

Looking at Roger, who was stunned, and Dito, whose head was already blooming, the feeling in his heart was extremely complicated.

It seems to be angry, but also seems to be happy, but also a little relaxed, but also a kind of unwillingness and loss.

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