Five Hundred and Forty-Four Chapters Betrayal and Trading of Old Acquaintances

? After a while, the two gunmen who were guarding outside the house felt their throats tighten, and they were dragged into the nearby bushes.

Behind the bushes, Luke held an AK in his hand, checked the magazine, stood behind a palm tree, and stuck out the muzzle.

Bang bang bang bang!

Several dark shadows swaying in the room instantly slammed into the street.

"He's in the back, in the back."

"He slipped out."

Luke pouted: I'm not stupid! If you are not outside, are you still bombing you in the house?

The figure changed angles in the bushes, and AK fired two bursts again, knocking down two gangsters who had just come around from the beach.

A bit of a skill. He muttered inwardly.

These guys were attacked and knocked down four or five people, but they still didn't break up and escape, and they still maintained the basic rules of action, hiding each other and covering each other.

None of these gunmen were amateurs, and apparently had more formal training.

Less than above, more than below.

Having defined these guys in my heart, Luke's figure disappeared into the darkness again.

Bang bang bang!

The flames of the AK suddenly erupted from the other side of the house, knocking out the two gunmen again.

The shooters were finally starting to get a little flustered at this moment.

Before they could see the shadow of the target, they were knocked down by more than half of their companions, which they did not expect before.

And how many people there are on the other side, they can't be sure at all.

"Cover each other, retreat from the left, there is cover over there." A leader ordered.

The remaining six did not hesitate and immediately followed suit.

The target in this lonely hut is too obvious, just like the reason why they fired steel ball grenades into it before, standing here is a living target.

into the surrounding environment,

They can deal with each other.

The six people staggered their positions one by one, and quickly rushed out of the flowers and plants at the side door.

They kept a distance of a few meters from each other to avoid being caught in one pot.

When the first two rushed to the bushes five or six meters away, the last two had just stepped out of the door.

Bang bang bang bang!

On the roof of the side door of the hut, Luke was condescending and shot six people in the back one by one from front to back.

He likes this kind of player who runs around the most, it's a live target sent to the muzzle of the gun.

He jumped off the roof lightly, and the AK in his hand also swayed left and right twice.

boom! boom!

The two guys who were not shot in the head were shot in the back of the head by him.

The remaining three themselves were shot in the head, and this shot was spared.

Only one guy who was shot in the leg was caught by him, and that was the leader who gave the order.

After dragging this guy to the porch, Luke stomped on his twenty fingers one by one, and then got the answer he wanted from this tough mouth.

He took out a Nokia phone from the guy's pocket and dug out the call log: "Which one?"

The little head said with a cry: "The first one is the first one."

Luke nodded: "Tell your boss, say the task is complete, and bring the body back immediately, understand?"

The little leader nodded with difficulty.

Don't nod your head.

This monster-like man said that if he played tricks, he would be trampled and broken, and he would be dragged behind the car to find his boss until he found the boss.

The little leader felt that it would be better to die immediately if he was dragged to death.

Under Luke's gaze, the little boss finished the call and looked at him pleadingly: "Yes, can you let me go?"

Luke nodded and stood up.

boom!

"I missed the chance to break your bones." He shrugged, dropped the AK in his hand, and took an M1911 and a magazine from the little leader.

He threw a bunch of gunmen's bodies directly into the sea before he went to pick up Vanessa.

Luke had nothing in the hut, but Vanessa's cell phone and belongings could not be thrown away casually.

In a messy hut, Vanessa, who was soaking wet, took off her only T-shirt and quickly wiped her body with a large towel.

Luke asked while dressing not far away, "Will you wait for me in a safe place?"

Vanessa turned her back to him, threw away the towel in her hand, put on a shirt, and then a pair of light purple tights, before turning around and glancing at him: "I also want to see, who wants to kill I."

Luke had finished dressing at this moment, and he smiled dryly: "Actually, it may be for me."

Vanessa sneered: "I ordered this room, and their grenade doesn't seem to be aimed at you only."

Luke thought about it for a while and thought so, and could only remind him, "Wait, you might meet an old friend."

Vanessa frowned: "Who?"

Luke walked over, took out a pair of shorts from the closet, put his arms around her and sat down, and slipped the pants on her from under his long legs: "Hide by the side, just don't say anything."

Vanessa frowned even more, but said nothing.

A few minutes later, the two got into a gunman's car and quietly left the cabin.

In another seaside villa in Rio, the two were sitting opposite each other.

One of the little men said impatiently: "How long do we have to wait? Christo. It's been half an hour, and your subordinates also said that they were killed. Should you give me money?"

The man named Christo has long curly hair, thick stubble, a white shirt and trousers, and a pair of thin-frame gold-rimmed glasses, which looks very gentle at first glance.

Hearing the little man's words, he shook the glass in his hand: "Guaradio, you know my habit. I never believe anything without seeing the real thing. So you can't tell me from me until I see the body of that man. Get even a penny here."

Guardio frowned displeasedly: "You don't want to go back, do you? Christo."

The eyes under Christo's lenses have a cold light: "I'm just talking, it's only a million dollars, I don't feel bad. But I don't like others to lie to me."

Guardio stood up abruptly: "You mean I lied to you?"

Christo sneered: "Vanessa seems to have played with you since childhood, right? You seem to say to the outside world that she is the woman you fancy? How can you make me believe that it must be her and which man it is?"

Guaradio looked gloomy and uncertain, sat down slowly, grabbed the wine glass on the table, and took a big gulp.

Suddenly he scolded: "That little bitch raised by Bibi, I've been chasing her for so many years, but she actually hooked up with a little white face in a few days. If I hadn't found some hidden card number of hers, I wouldn't know. It's the room she paid for. I can't take this breath!"

Christo's face moved slightly, but he believed it a little.

Compared with some foreign little white faces, Guardio's respectability is worrying, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it has seriously lowered the average level of human appearance.

Of course, he didn't believe Guardio's so-called bullshit about his dream lover, but he believed that it was his revenge that he couldn't get it, so he would just destroy it. 8)

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