Chapter 550 Looking for You? They Are a Gang!

Looking at the posture of this group of gang members, the customers in the store did not need to be urged by anyone.

Kincaid looked at these people: "Looking for you?"

Luke: "Why didn't I find you?"

Kincaid shrugged: "I don't seem to have offended anyone here."

Luke sneered at this argument, raised his hand and drew two circles on his face: "Don't forget that one, you stepped on your face into a tomato pizza, don't you think it's you who provoked it?"

Kincaid nodded helplessly: "Okay, but you pierced the legs of three hapless people, and then killed the six people they went to seek revenge with your girlfriend. Is this too much for me?"

Luke: "But that doesn't prove that these people are coming for me, right?"

"It's him, that white boy! He killed Ferno and the others." Someone in the opposite group shouted.

A bunch of people's guns were pointed at Luke.

Kincaid burst out laughing, and moved his body to the side: "It seems that it's your business."

What Luke could say, he could only make an international gesture to Kincaid.

"That black bald head is also a group, he just stepped on Sam's face." The same one called out just now.

Immediately, half of the muzzle was released and aimed at Kincaid.

Luke smiled: "It seems that it is also your business. One and a half?"

Kincaid: "Okay, get things done early, and I'm going to talk to my wife."

"It's your "future" wife." Luke insisted.

While the two were mocking each other, a bunch of gangsters at the door became impatient: "Kill them to death."

Bang bang bang bang!

At the moment before the bandit opened fire, Luke jumped and rolled, hid behind the coffee table seat next to him, stooped to a corner, and gave the other side a thumbs up: "Come on, Kincaid, I take good care of you."

"Haha, it's beautiful! One person and one half!" Kincaid moved almost at the same time as Luke, turned over and hid behind the bar, and pouted in disdain.

Luke shrugged: "Okay, deal."

The flying bullets smashed the wine cabinet and bar to pieces, and all kinds of liquor and objects flew around.

At the same time, the corner of the wall on Luke's side was also beaten with smoke and dust, and the wall was splashed.

Following their respective actions, the bandits approached subconsciously.

The guns in their hands were still firing frantically, and the sound of gunfire in the entire space was deafening for a while.

Luke had already put two headsets in his ears, and the electronic pickup blocked the excessively violent noise.

On the contrary, the gangsters were all shooting while frowning, and their ears hurt a little.

He looked over at the bar and gave a compliment in his heart.

This guy Kincaid is very cunning.

After jumping into the bar just now, I slipped through the small door behind the bar, and now I'm watching a play in the corner away from the bar.

Luke raised a hand behind the corner and gave him two gestures, meaning "Three two one, shoot together."

Kincaid made an ok gesture.

With Luke's countdown gesture, the gangster's gunfire suddenly faded away.

These guys are super amateur,

Even the continuity of firepower cannot be guaranteed. More than half of the more than ten people have emptied the magazines with their front and rear feet, and they are in the gap between changing the magazines at the same time.

Luke's countdown gesture was also completed.

Luke and Kincaid stuck out their guns almost at the same time.

Clap clap clap clap!

The position where Kincaid and Luke stood, just formed a crossfire, and the gangsters at the intersection instantly rushed more than half of the street.

Luke didn't bother to aim.

He didn't need to show too much precision in front of Kincaid, because he didn't need to.

This group of idiots and gangsters thought that there were a lot of people. From entering the door to firing, to shooting the bullets, they approached step by step, but they didn't even break out of formation.

In such a small space, those more than a dozen people are completely a huge group of living targets.

Kincaid and Luke emptied the magazines of their pistols in an instant. Only three of the dozen or so gangsters were lucky enough not to be shot, and they hid aside in fright.

Kincaid over there gave Luke a "continue" gesture while changing the magazine.

Luke shrugged, the action of changing the magazine was half a second faster than the black bald head, and the muzzle was ejected again.

Clap clap clap clap!

The two gangsters who didn't escape screamed and fell to the ground, one was shot in the sole of the foot and the other was shot in the arm.

Snapped! Snapped!

With two shots on their chests, Luke changed the magazine again.

Kincaid silently applauded a few times over there.

Luke raised his hand and made a "please" gesture.

Kincaid laughed, not showing his head, just sticking his wrist out of the gun's muzzle.

clap clap clap!

The last gangster was shot twice in the upper body and fell to the ground.

Luke also silently clapped his palm twice.

Kincaid's three shots weren't fired randomly, but he looked at the reflection of a mirror at the bar, which was purposeful.

This is not something that the average shooter can do.

At this time, Luke changed the magazine again and stepped out.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

The gangsters who were still screaming on the ground were shot in the chest by him one by one.

Then, without looking back, he fired two shots back.

clap clap!

The last two bullets were not wasted. The bartender who was holding a rifle next to the bar and wanted to sneak attack on him was shot first in the thigh. When he lowered his head and screamed, he was shot again in the head.

These gangsters came prepared, of course, the bartender tipped off.

Luke also knew that this bar was the gang's territory, and of course the bartender was their man.

No, he hasn't come back yet.

Snapped!

Kincaid came out from the side, raised his hand and aimed at Luke... There was a shot behind him.

A guy who hid in the crowd and peeked at Luke with a gun had a blossoming head.

Kincaid laughed, "You owe me your life."

Luke pouted, suddenly slammed the m1911 without bullets in his hand and smashed it out.

The gun spun and banged on the door of a gunman on the other side, who was aiming at Kincaid.

He shrugged. "It's even."

The latter two were also with the gangsters, but they were just secrets sitting among the guests, and they didn't show up immediately.

Now these two guys who wanted to shoot black guns secretly rushed to the street, and no one with guns appeared among the guests hiding in the corners.

Luke walked over, raised his toes, picked up a pistol in the hand of a gangster, and walked back to the bar.

Kincaid was rummaging around in the bar at the moment, and after a while, he let out a wow and took out a bottle of red wine.

Luke looked at the trademark and was completely unimpressed: "This wine is good?"

Kincaid pouted: "It's normal, but at least it's genuine. The tequila that the bartender gave me just now is definitely counterfeit, and it's terrible to drink. I'll compensate me with this bottle of wine now, and I'll give this to Sony later. Ya."

Luke picked up his own can of juice on the bar. After so many guns swept through it just now, it was not easy for this can of juice to be safe.

He took a leisurely sip before asking, "Sonia? Your future wife?"