Chapter 708 Big Toy Loaded with One Hand

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Mobile phone synchronous reading

The police didn't give up either, and chased after the mercenary's car. Favorite this site┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

For a time, there were gunshots and sirens in the romantic city streets, and there were constant traffic accidents.

Luke is not in a hurry.

It's not easy for that old guy, Kincaid, to die, safety comes first.

Attached to the SUV of the backward mercenary from the back, he drew his hand on the shelf behind the motorcycle, and raised a large killer hidden in the holster in his hand.

boom! boom!

When he accelerated to pass the car, the big killer in his hand sprayed the other side's front windshield.

The front windshield of the SUV spent a lot of money, the driver's seat burst into blood, and the front of the car broke through the guardrail and fell into the river.

Luke wows: "It's really niang's energy!"

The big killer in his hand swung around in the air, and with a click, the empty cartridge case exited, and the motorcycle just grabbed the second SUV diagonally ahead.

boom! boom!

The mercenary driving the second SUV also followed suit. There were bullet holes in the front windshield, and the face was also beaten into a pockmark-shaped funnel.

A bearded mercenary in the co-pilot reacted quickly and grabbed the steering wheel, preventing the SUV from losing control.

The big killer in Luke's hand turned around again, and the muzzle was provoked.

The bearded mercenary's complexion changed greatly, and as soon as his hand was released, the whole person shrunk under the center console.

boom! boom!

The co-pilot's windshield was also smashed, and the SUV swung its tail rapidly and rolled over with a bang.

Luke glanced at the guy in the co-pilot, pouted and walked away.

His big killer is purely a small toy of personal hobby. It can only hold seven bullets. It's too wasteful to beat people. It's best to take a taxi.

If there are four mercenaries in an SUV, then one seven is seven, two seven and eighteen... ahhh!

Luke barely recovered his mind.

Although these mercenaries are not bad,

But without a guy with a very strong individual, it is not as rigorous as the regular troops, who take turns to attack, it is difficult for him to get serious.

The front of the car turned, and the fat Harley slanted through an alley. When he rushed out, he just flicked his tail and stuck to the passenger side of the third SUV.

The big killer in Luke's hand just turned around again and stood up.

The mercenary on the co-pilot's face was full of horror, and he shrank his head suddenly.

boom!

The mercenary felt a little pain in his scalp, but when he saw his comrade in the driver's seat, whose entire chest was bleeding, he couldn't help but feel fortunate.

As a result, a hand reached through the broken car window, grabbed the gun belt, and pulled him out of the car, dragged him to the ground, and rushed forward.

The mercenary made a drinking sound, waving his hands wildly, trying to get rid of the gun belt.

But Luke twisted around his neck with the gun belt, and he couldn't pull it off at all.

The mercenary's butt was rubbing frantically on the bumpy small brick street, his eyes almost turned white, and Luke swung his gun belt and slammed his head against the railing by the roadside. The guy was half hung on the gun belt.

Throwing away the excess garbage, Luke continued to chase.

As a result, a burst of gunshots rang out, causing things to explode around him, but it was the officers in two police cars who were firing on him.

Luke is absolutely down: These police officers are really good, see who beats whom!

He decisively turned the head of the car, and the fat Harley crossed a small bridge and followed behind the mercenary SUV on the opposite side.

After catching up with the SUV at the turn, a shot slammed into the window, forcing it into the river. The fat Harley accelerated suddenly, the front of the car was lifted, and it rushed to the front hood of a car, and with the help of the roof He jumped up high and rushed to the middle of a small bridge.

There, a mercenary was taking out an RPG and aiming at the oncoming speedboat.

The black bald head on the speedboat widened his eyes, his nostrils were angry, and his breathing paused for a moment.

In this narrow river, hiding this thing is purely a gamble, and he is not sure, so he can only pray for God's blessing.

At this moment, with the sudden high-pitched roar of the motorcycle, a fat Harley flew diagonally and fell to the bridge in front of Kincaid.

Kincaid could even see a refitted Winchester M1887 spinning leisurely in the hands of the black leather knight under the sun.

With a clear click, the empty cartridge case flew out, and the next bullet was loaded.

boom!

This shot directly hit the mercenary with the rocket launcher in a half circle, and the rocket warhead slammed into the SUV next to him.

The accomplices were heartbroken, and before they could react, they saw a rocket burst through the window.

But because the distance was too close, the safety of this rocket was not opened, it did not explode, but continued to go through his shoulders and nailed it to the seat.

Fat Harley flew over the head of the rocket mercenary who was hitting the street and slanted across the ground.

Luke inserted his beloved toy back into the holster beside the rear wheel in mid-air, pressing his hands firmly on the front of the car that was about to sway.

Fat Harley slammed into the bridge, his buttocks swayed left and right unwillingly, and finally settled down, dodged left and right on the sidewalk, and caught up with the bandit car and the police car in front of him.

This time, the people in the police car finally didn't shoot him. The co-pilot's policeman was surprised and shouted, "What department?"

He just saw Luke collapse the rocket mercenary, and the person who uses rockets in the city will definitely not be the police.

From this point of view, Luke is a friendly army?

Luke didn't say a word, twisted the accelerator, passed the police car, and twitched his left hand in the back again and turned.

Click! boom!

The last gangster's SUV twisted the lower body, but couldn't avoid Luke's close-up shotgun, and the front windshield was immediately spent.

But the driver was persistent, slowing down while trying to keep the SUV going.

The corners of Luke's mouth were raised, and Winchester turned around again in his hand.

Click!

The gangster finally raised his head and wanted to look at the road ahead.

As a result, I saw a black muzzle facing the driver's window like that.

His eyes widened and he exclaimed, "No..."

boom!

There was blood on the driver's seat.

Is it bad to live? Why are you so dedicated! He sighed secretly and retracted the gun.

Watching Kincaid drive the speedboat and disappear at the turn of the river, the fat Harley under Luke's seat accelerated again and walked away.

...

However, Kincaid managed to escape, but a security guard encountered a little trouble.

Michael may have been infected with bad luck by the African Emirates. Before, he drove a motorcycle and helped Kincaid deal with many mercenaries. Finally, he was knocked off the motorcycle by a group of mercenaries and was taken away after being unconscious.

Luke tracked the bug on Michael's body, turned the car, and followed.

More than 20 minutes later, outside an old small building on the outskirts of the city, Luke stood behind a big tree and looked at the mercenary den in front of him.

He looked at the phone screen again, and there was a green dot on it that was rapidly approaching here.

The green dot is Kincaid!

This old guy is not simple. After escaping the pursuit, he quickly turned around and adorned the returning mercenaries.

Michael in the den was about to be treated with electric shocks, and Kincaid, the black bald head, was also rushing to score points.

He couldn't wait any longer.

In the headset, Michael was chattering: "You know what? You have to make me trust you and establish a connection so that I can tell the intelligence... ah~"