Chapter Five Hundred and Thirteen Can You? Well, of Course Not

The two brawny men next to the middle-aged man with tattoos shot without hesitation, and the sound of gunshots rang out.

Luke's figure suddenly moved a meter laterally at the moment when they shot, bowed and jumped out, just got out of the middle-aged man with tattoos and a strong man, and came behind them.

Luke pulled the M1911 from the tattooed middle-aged man. He didn't raise the gun, but turned the muzzle left and right.

boom! boom!

The hands of the two strong men with guns only turned halfway, and then hung down, with a hole in each of their heads.

Luke sighed again: "So, is it bad to make money? You have to fight and kill." When he said this, the muzzle in his hand was already raised.

The tattooed middle-aged man was sweating profusely, and even though the hair on the back of his head was scorched by the hot muzzle, he didn't dare to move.

"Yes, yes, we can talk, we can talk." His eyes winked at the three people on the opposite side, and his body slammed to the side.

The shirtless youth on the opposite side and the other youth raised their guns at the same time.

boom! boom!

A hole appeared in the middle of their foreheads.

Luke pouted, lowered his arm, and pulled the trigger again.

boom!

The tattooed middle-aged man who had just jumped to the side was shot on the buttocks, and suddenly screamed and covered his buttocks, rolling on the ground.

Luke looked at the door, and there was a person there.

This is the only person in the room who didn't raise a gun, and the one who didn't move from beginning to end: "Why don't you do it?"

This person is actually the big boy who received Luke's lollipop. Hearing that, his lips trembled a few times, but he didn't say a word.

Luke chuckled, the lollipop in his mouth turned from left to right, and pushed up a small piece of his right cheek: "You are smarter than them..."

Between the words, his lowered muzzle spewed flames again.

boom!

The tattooed middle-aged man screamed even louder, but was shot by Luke in the knee.

"Smart people will make the right choice at the right time. And your brain..." Luke squatted down, looking at the middle-aged tattooed on the ground mockingly: "...even a little Children are better."

The tattooed middle-aged man was sweating profusely, groaning in pain, but he didn't forget to beg for mercy intermittently: "Let me go, let me go, I'll give you whatever you want."

Luke shook his head: "If you say you're stupid, you still don't admit it. My request has always been there, why do you pretend you didn't hear it?"

boom!

The tattooed middle-aged screamed again, but the knee of the other leg was also broken.

Luke didn't let him struggle this time, stepped on him, searched him, found a magazine and put it on: "Now I have seven more bullets, do you want to hit the left hand or the right hand first? After the fight is over, I can still beat your little Dingding..."

Having said that, he did not lift his head, but raised his gun sideways.

Boom!

The two men who rushed in through the door with their rifles fell on their backs, also with bullets in the eyebrows.

The tattooed middle-aged man cried out in pain: "Don't, I said, I said. What do you want to know?"

Luke shook his head helplessly: "How did your memory survive until now? Lisa Feng, that Mexican female doctor, she! Where!"

The middle-aged tattooed man did not hesitate any more this time: "Christo, Christo's people took her away."

"Where did you take it?" Luke asked, walking to the door at will, without looking outside, twisting his wrist and sticking out the muzzle of the gun.

Bang bang bang!

"what!"

"what!"

Two screams and a sound of human body rolling, but the two gangsters who came up quietly were beaten down the stairs.

The middle-aged man with tattoos looked at Luke's every move, and his heart froze.

Luke's every move is too relaxed and comfortable, he is definitely a professional!

He quickly replied: "I, I don't know..."

boom!

"Ah~"

The tattooed middle-aged struggled on the ground again, and Luke hit his right hand again: "Say the answer directly, otherwise you will only die more painful."

The middle-aged man with tattoo was desperate. He didn't know much information. He spit out the news of the Christo gang in a few words.

Luke got the required information, raised his hand and raised his gun: "I'll give you a piece of advice, don't rob if you can do business well in your next life."

The tattooed middle-aged face prays: "Can you..."

boom!

"Well, of course not!" Luke ended his question with action.

He grabbed the guns from the two strong men, and then found the ten thousand dollar knife from the dead tattooed middle-aged man. He smiled at the big boy who had been silently watching all this from the corner of the door.

"See. If you want to be a bad person, you may meet me one day. And I like meeting bad people the most." He stepped out of the door: "I wish you good luck in your life."

Boom!

Two screams sounded outside the house, and two more approaching gangsters were beaten down.

Then there was a panicked gunshot, and after a while, someone outside was shouting, "Where's the man? Where has he gone?"

"I didn't see it, I couldn't find it..."

"Go and see the boss..."

"Boss, boss is dead. Mario and Sanchez are dead too, ah! They're all dead..."

The big boy in the corner watched as a group of people poured in, shouting around the eldest corpse.

Looking at the boss with a happy head, the big boy flashed the scenery of the old boss in his mind, and another sentence seemed to ring in his ears: I like meeting bad people the most.

Along with these words, the face that had been smiling all the time seemed to reappear.

He couldn't help shivering and quietly withdrew from the noisy room.

After withdrawing all the way, he raised a hand, where he had been holding an unopened lollipop.

Just now, it was because of this lollipop that he didn't point a gun at Luke.

It was also because of this lollipop that he became the only surviving person in the house.

He raised the pistol in the other hand again, listening to the noise in a room in the distance, he thought for a while, put the pistol behind his butt, and slipped back home quietly.

When the group of people panicked, Luke had already entered the building below through a gap between the two small buildings.

Gently passing through the gaps of more than a dozen small buildings, he cut into a "big" street laterally.

The two-way single lane is definitely the main street in this slum.

When he jumped out of the gap in the small building, his movements immediately returned to normal, and he leisurely followed a group of tourists who had just passed by.

The tour guide spoke Chinese, and many of the group were Chinese, which made him feel quite friendly.

A few dozen meters away, the commotion over there was already inaudible, but the explanation in the tour guide's mouth made Luke listen with gusto.

An aunt of the tour group next to her suddenly noticed Luke behind her and asked strangely, "You don't seem to be in our group?"

Luke laughed.

The aunt looked at his cheerful smile, froze for a while, and patted her forehead: "Forget, you are a foreigner and can't understand Chinese."