Chapter 704 Why Can You Hit Me Every Time?

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Luke listened to the song quietly. Fastest update┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

Surprisingly, the old guy sang very well.

He sang it with a smile, but how much blood and tears experience there is in it can only be experienced personally.

This old guy, it's a pity to be a killer! Should be a talk show actor, or a singer or something! Luke thought so in his heart.

The vehicle went all the way west in the dark night, heading for the seaside ferry.

The country road was silent at night, and Kincaid, tired of singing, fell asleep.

No matter how sturdy this old guy was, he couldn't resist the exhaustion caused by blood loss.

Luke sat quietly in the back seat, his expression suddenly changed, he moved his body slightly, and looked behind the car from the rearview mirror.

"We have company," he said.

Michael looked at the rear-view mirror on the lower side: "How do you know?"

Luke: "Don't accelerate suddenly, slow down a little bit, this is not a car chase movie."

Michael: "Are you sure?"

Luke pulled out the gun under his arm: "It's just an SUV, at most five people, there are no police here."

Michael only hesitated for a moment, but still did what he said.

He didn't see much in Luke's shot, but he was clean and no worse than him.

It is naturally the best to solve your worries and move on.

Michael paid attention to the car that was chasing behind, and asked in a low voice, "Isn't it called Kincaid?"

He could solve his opponent without Kincaid, but he was afraid that the black bald head, who was sleeping with his head up, would be killed in the exchange of fire.

Luke: "It's okay, wouldn't you be relieved when he dies? Lest he always teach you thirty-six love strategies."

Michael: "..."

He felt that, compared to getting a 3A rating back, it was still acceptable to endure the heartfelt words of a certain black bald head.

Luke quietly lowered the car window,

And lowered the body a little bit, just using the rearview mirror to observe the car behind.

Under his reminder, Michael's slow reduction in the speed of the car did not arouse the other party's alertness.

The gangsters weren't stupid either, they were just going a little faster than Michael's car, behaving like a normal night car.

Luke could only laugh without saying a word.

He had seen this car when he was evacuating from the safe house. The person on it was obviously mercenary, and it happened to choose the same route in the middle of the night.

Luke reminded softly: "You count down, and when the countdown is complete, brake hard."

Michael understood it in seconds, and started to count: "Fifteen, fourteen..."

Luke: ...Peat, don't you count down from five? Even ten is fine.

Of course he understood that Michael's countdown was actually the time when the two vehicles were leaning against each other.

"Eight, seven..."

Luke has confirmed the license plate of this car again, which is the one outside the safe house.

"three two……"

Luke's feet pressed against the back of the driver's seat, and his body rose a little.

"one!"

Crunch!

With a sudden braking sound, the speed of the Mercedes-Benz car dropped sharply, but it remained stable, no side slip, and no rollover.

Michael's driving level is also not low. He knows to create the best shooting conditions for Luke. Although the braking is urgent, it is not abrupt.

Luke got up with inertia, and Glock pulled the trigger on the black SUV that slid out of the window without moving the muzzle.

On the co-pilot and the rear seat of the SUV on the right, the three big men with guns didn't have time to react. A series of bullets were shot from front to back, and everyone was shot more than twice in the head and half of their body.

Luke snorted softly: "That driver is not right."

In the shooting just now, he never let go of the driver's target, but the driver's body slid instantly and he missed a shot.

Michael stopped the car smoothly: "How did they track us? I deliberately chose the road to the west, I just didn't want to be blocked by them in the east tunnel."

Kincaid's lazy African accent rang out: "Monitoring, there are surveillance cameras there when you stole the car."

Michael shook his head: "Impossible. After I drove, I went east for a while, and then went back to the west."

Luke: "You two, now is the time to witness the miracle, can you please respect this driver a little?"

The two chatters in front also noticed that not far from the side of the road, the driver of the black SUV got out and staggered over.

Kincaid: "I don't have a gun, please do."

Michael: "I'm a security guard, not a killer."

Luke pouted: "This Mr. driver is not human either!"

With that said, the Glock in his hand continued to fire.

The swaying driver on the opposite side suddenly accelerated, and it was almost impossible to see his trajectory in the dark night.

"WTH!?" The two chatterboxes called out almost in unison.

This driver's movement is almost pulling out the afterimage, which is definitely not the speed that a normal person can have.

Luke, however, unhurriedly replaced Glock with a new magazine.

The approaching driver, who was flashing from side to side, suddenly stopped, touched his body with both hands, jumped again and again, and screamed, "Ahhhh! Why does it hit me every time?"

The chatter duo also noticed that the guy had seven or eight bullet holes in his upper body and was bleeding non-stop.

The strange thing is that, with so many bullets in the chest and abdomen, the wound is still bleeding, but the driver is still full of anger, screaming in pain while jumping.

Thinking of what Luke said, Michael raised his gun.

Clap clap clap!

He emptied the magazine, not in a hurry to see his results, but turned to look beside his head: "WTF?!"

Kincaid was holding a gun in his hand, leaning against his head.

But Michael blocked his shot.

Kincaid slapped him on the face: "Don't block me! You didn't hit him with your bad marksmanship!"

Clap clap clap!

Kincaid's magazine also emptied quickly.

Michael sat up and started to sneer: "Wow, it seems that your marksmanship is pretty bad."

Kincaid: "...I hit him three times, you only hit him twice. I hit him in the chest and abdomen three times, and you hit him in the arm. I said you have a problem with your bad marksmanship. ?"

Luke was speechless, too lazy to pay attention to these two guys, pushed the door and got out of the car.

At this moment, the unlucky driver with more than ten bullet holes in his body was full of disbelief: "Impossible, why can you all hit me?"

Luke didn't answer, but smirked in his heart.

Even if you don't count yourself, Kincaid and Michael are ordinary people with good fighting ability, and the level of firearms is far beyond ordinary people.

Relying on his speed, this driver wanted to dodge all the bullets, which was too underestimated.

His speed has not yet reached the point where he can dodge bullets hard, and he lacks the skills of gunfighting, so it is normal to be shot.

With a flick of Luke's right hand, a telescopic swing stick was shaken away and walked towards the driver full of bullet holes.

The driver bared his teeth, howled, and swooped up.

The chattering duo over there also pushed the door and got out of the car, and Michael hurriedly said, "Wow, wow, I think it's better for everyone to sit down and talk first?"