Five Hundred and Thirty-Three Chapters Do Not Intervene, Intervene, the New Car of Labor and Capital

Does Luke need to save Dominic? It seems... not necessary.

Whether or not the gang's robbery is going on, he'll be sweeping away important branches of Hernan's crime syndicate.

The presence or absence of this group of people has little influence on his actions.

Thinking like this, he slowed down the accelerator, and as soon as the steering wheel turned, he turned around a street intersection, and saw three cars suddenly approaching from the opposite side.

Luke is also familiar with these three vehicles. He has seen them several times in the past few days, especially the armored Humvee in the middle.

This is the car of the bald FBI Hobbs, and the four hapless Dominiques are in this car.

Luke shrugged and moved on without hesitation.

The two sides quickly passed by.

But just after the two sides made a mistake and passed dozens of meters, Luke heard a rumbling sound.

His eyes immediately turned to the rearview mirror, and he saw that the first of the three FBI vehicles was blown up in a flash of fire.

On the roof not far away, a person holds an RPG launcher in his hand, surrounded by smoke and dust from the shock.

"This must be a joke!" Luke murmured, quickly putting a hood on himself, then a double-layer body armor and a bulletproof helmet.

The AK is placed beside him, and the magazines are loaded on both bodies.

Hobbs' group consisted of three cars and six people.

They were from the regular army, with less than 20 bandits, and they were easily wiped out by them.

The number of bandits who dare to attack them will not be small.

Sure enough, when Luke was changing his equipment, he saw in the rearview mirror a large number of gangsters firing on both sides of the street.

They were shooting frantically at the two cars behind them in the corners, windows, rooftops, and behind the car.

Luke looked at the second car, the most sturdy armored Hummer, stopped and scolded, "Damn it."

The smartest thing this Hummer can do is to rush out directly. As long as it is not directly hit by the RPG, it can completely resist the shooting of those rifles.

However, it stopped, followed by the car behind, and the two cars blocked the first car that was overturned by the rocket hit.

They want to save their teammates, which is a laudable but extremely dangerous choice.

"Damn!" Luke scolded again, his hands moving quickly: "I'm a new car!"

With that said, he hit the steering wheel and rumbled up the speed of the car.

At this moment, with another swish, the second rocket ejected and hit the SUV behind.

The FBI people who were desperately fighting back were suddenly blasted out by the scattered air waves.

Looking at this situation, Luke could only hope that the FBI would not be too unlucky.

This team of FBI subconsciously chose armored Humvees as bunkers, and did not face the explosion directly. Fortunately, they were still alive.

In less than ten seconds, with the advantage of surprise and firepower, the bandits who had the upper hand saw another black armored Humvee approaching.

It was terrifyingly fast, wobbled on the street, and fired frantically with an AK sticking out of the driver's window.

The gangsters who opened fire on the side of the road were forced to retreat by the flying bullets, especially a guy with an RPG, who was the first to be killed.

Bang bang bang bang!

On the left side, a few gangsters who shot down from the rooftop of the building screamed and fell down.

Rushing through the road like crazy, the black armored Humvee flicked its tail, and the AK's sweeping tail flame moved.

Bang bang bang!

The last few bullets hit a warrior who dared to stand up again with an RPG in his head.

The new car of labor and capital, whoever dares to blow up will die! Luke was ruthless.

At this moment, the black Hummer just flicked its tail, turned around in place, stepped on the accelerator, and rumbled back again.

On the driver's seat adjusted, the AK fired frantically again, emptying the remaining half of the magazine.

The four or five gangsters on the right screamed and fell, some fell into the roof, and some fell from the upstairs, looking very messy.

Many people were shouting, no one knew who was shouting what.

Over there, bald-headed FBI Hobbs was also one of those shouting: "Damn it, Wilkes! Just say a word when you're alive."

"Boss, ahem, I'm still alive, but at least two ribs are broken." A young Asian man spat bloody spit with difficulty and leaned into the back of a car on the side of the road.

Hobbs was a little relieved, the injury was not minor, but at least he would not die immediately.

"Mike, how are you?" he called again.

A strong Latino man lay on his stomach and raised his head from the ground: "Fortunately, he can't die."

Hobbs gritted his teeth: "Get up and kill the guys around before that Hummer is blown up."

This kind of small street surrounded by buildings, vehicles encounter RPGs, they are living targets, and they are a lesson from the past.

Luke had already rushed not far from them, opened the door and got out of the car.

He was not in a hurry, but when he got out of the car, he put on a new magazine for the AK.

The gangsters are on the rise again.

Their luck was not so good this time.

Luke, who stood on his feet and held guns in both hands, and Luke who fired with one hand on a speeding car had completely different hit rates.

For Luke, these gangsters emerging from the building one after another are all slow motion in his eyes.

He even had time in his mind to plan the most concise and efficient shooting route, and then blow up the gangsters who appeared one by one on this route.

Bang bang bang bang!

Five bullets, as if lining up to be shot, five gangsters fell one by one.

Luke then turned to the front cover of the car.

Bang bang bang!

The three gangsters on the street corner diagonally ahead of the car were silent and their heads exploded.

Boom! Boom!

The bandits on the second floor of the building behind the four cars fell on their backs.

He has also met two opponents who can compete with Luke at a distance of no more than 30 meters.

Still holding the muzzle, he moved to Hobbs' khaki armored Hummer and patted the door: "Hey, come out and save people."

After a while, the car door opened, and a female policewoman pointed a pistol at Luke alertly.

Luke didn't even look at her: "You guys come down quickly and load the injured FBI into the car."

The carriage was quiet, and the four of them got off the train quickly.

Their handcuffs were all opened, Luke glanced at the policewoman and said nothing.

The bald man Dominic squinted his eyes and asked, "Who are you?"

Luke waved his hand: "Let's save people, don't you want to kill a police case on your back? This is someone from the FBI."

Everyone was speechless, their hands and feet sped up a lot, and they quickly lifted the five injured FBI out of the side and gave them a yellow Humvee.

Just as they were moving the wounded, the AK in Luke's hand fired several times in a row, and a few remaining gangsters were shot in the head without even seeing their faces.

For a while, in addition to the sound of burning vehicles on the street, and the low moans of some bandits around, this section of the street was quiet.

Everyone could not help speeding up their actions, and everything was quickly settled.

Luke looked at the bald-headed FBI Hobbs who was standing beside the car with a gun on guard: "How is your injury? Do you need me to take you to the airport?"