Nine Hundred and Eighteen Chapters to Be a Qualified People with Guns to Eat Melons

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Of course, Mindy didn't hate the current V, but thought it was quite interesting.

For little girls, fickle things aren't a nuisance -- except for boyfriends.

The key word, handsome!

As long as it's more handsome, that's fine.

It happens that V uses two revolvers, which are both accurate and handsome! She just wanted to say something to him.

Luke changed the bullets again, hehe chuckled and didn't say anything.

He only used two revolvers, all of which killed more than 20 gangsters. If other guns were used, there would have been no survivors here, so how could she contribute.

Otherwise you realize that you are a soy sauce party, isn't it good? Alas, I am still too young to read more. He made a decision in his heart.

Mindy didn't know it yet, but her complaints raised a big problem. Now she has rushed out of the stairs and attacked the five remaining gangsters on the twenty-eighth floor.

Relying on the new armor on her body, her small figure jumped and hopped between corners of various buildings and furniture, firing dense bullets from the guns in her hands.

Compared with the accomplices who were shot and killed by Luke, these five gangsters were much unlucky. They were beaten into a sieve by the bullets output by Mindy's rainstorm. The luckiest one was shot twice, and the worst suffered. Five shots, dead blood hula stabbing.

Luke was not interfering in this small battle. He was like an unrelated person, folded his arms and leaned against the corner of the stairs, completely watching the excitement and eating melon crowd.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs above him.

"Hurry up, hurry down, the enemy has reached the twenty-eighth floor."

"What about the explosion-proof shield? The one with the explosion-proof shield goes first, and the people behind follow..."

Luke leaned against the wall and raised his eyebrows: Professional enough! The explosion-proof shield opened the way, and others followed. This is a typical police indoor attack method.

If Damon's father and daughter were to stay here, maybe they really let them rush down.

now...

Luke bent his right hand lazily, but the Colt python didn't raise it completely, but pointed diagonally from the gap under his left armpit to the position in front of the corner of the stairs.

boom! boom!

An explosion-proof shield that had just emerged was hit for a while, and the second bullet also hit the bottom of the shield's foot, knocking off half of his right foot.

The shield-raising bandit screamed and rolled down the stairs with the shield.

Luke ignored this guy.

This gangster needs to carry a shield in both hands and does not have a gun. Besides, this guy rolls down, and he is lucky if he doesn't fall to his death.

The man behind the shield holding the bandit's shoulder didn't understand what happened, his left hand suddenly became empty, but his body rushed down.

A series of bandits just like this, without any cover, emerge from the corner of the stairs one by one.

Bang bang bang!

The four gangsters who were too fast were shot in the chest and abdomen one by one, hit the wall, and then rolled down the stairs without making a sound.

Luke then unhurriedly reloaded the Colt python.

On the stairs, the gangsters who stopped their feet in time in the second half were sweating on their foreheads.

The fat black leader who was still on the twenty-ninth floor didn't know what was going on, and shouted, "Why stop? Rush for me, rush down."

The gangsters at the head were madly hot with the old mother of the black fat leader, and they shouted: "Leroy, Damm was killed by them, and Tommy and the others were killed without cover."

The black leader Leroy was stunned: "Dead? How can you die?"

Damm was the shield-raising bandit at the head. Logically speaking, he was protected the most by the explosion-proof shield, and ordinary rifles couldn't penetrate the regular police shield, so it was very difficult to die in one go.

In fact, Dum, who was holding the shield, didn't die, but was knocked unconscious when he rolled down.

But of course the gangsters would say that he was dead now, or they would be forced to rush down by Leroy, a fat black man.

One of the gangsters stepped back and shouted: "There is a very powerful guy below. The marksmanship is too harsh, and he killed the five people in front of him in one fell swoop. Damm's shield did not block it, and he died with two shots."

Leroy didn't believe it at all, and as a result, the other gangsters nodded again and again: "Really, there is a sharpshooter below..."

"Tommy they are all silent, I see them bleeding a lot..."

"They have a big hole in their chest, and they can't live..."

The group of gangsters above spoke at an astonishing rate, like a black collective talk show.

Luke listened with great interest, then watched Ming Di clear the remaining gangsters on the 28th floor, and by the way assessed the strength of this violent little loli.

For now, Mindy's physical fitness far exceeds that of his peers, and this is just one of them.

What makes her really good is the neural response speed inherited from Dad Damon.

On several occasions, she changed her movements again almost at the same time as the opponent's gangster reacted, killing the opponent with one shot.

This operation is similar to Luke's close-range gunfighting and quick response.

It's just that Mindy's actions are based on her own talent and some professional training, and she has not really sorted out a systematic gunfighting technique.

Perhaps, I can teach her part of the gunfighting skills?

This violent little loli has considerable training value, and has been taught by Dad Damon to be crooked.

She could never go back to the life of an ordinary little girl.

Luke trained her for a few years in advance, and when she became an adult, it would not be considered child labor. Shouldn't this be as crazy as her father?

He never thought that Mindy would come to help him now, but Mindy, who is now twelve years old, will be a good helper in four or five years.

If it's teammates, it's perfect. Thinking so in his heart, he suddenly raised his brows and looked at the bandit's position across the ceiling from him.

The black fat man Leroy upstairs was bombarded by the language of his subordinates, and he was decisively counseled.

The man downstairs killed five of his subordinates in less than two seconds, still with an explosion-proof shield to open the way.

This kind of person, Leroy thinks he doesn't have the guts to fight him one-on-one.

So, he made a simple decision: "What about grenades, I remember you like to carry a grenade with you."

A thin Latino young man took out a grenade from his chest without hesitation and handed it over: "Here it is."

A group of accomplices around them all said the word F or S, and retreated to the side unconsciously.

Someone also scolded angrily: "You beep, didn't you say don't bring this stuff with you? This is New York, not Juarez, Mexico."

Leroy also stepped back, and raised his hand to point to the stairs: "Don't give it to me, just throw it down. It's best to blow up that guy. If you don't die, you can go down and kill him together."

All the subordinates glared at him neatly again: It's not your life, don't you feel bad!

Looking at the expressions of everyone, Leroy said with difficulty: "I will follow."

All the subordinates despised in their hearts: It's easy to say! You don't even take the lead.