Chapter 55 Ulysses Delivered to the Door

The most common home for wandering gypsies is a vehicle.

Those who have money use RVs, and those who have no money pull their own cars. The variety is amazing.

Jordani rushed into a crowd of vehicles, and his target was a large modified van that looked extremely heavy.

Inside the vehicle is the bedroom, without any obstruction, a young couple is engaged in the business of reproduction.

Seeing Jordan rushing in, the young couple immediately screamed.

Jordani quickly rushed to the driver's seat, pointed a gun at him, and said apologetically, "Although it's a bit abrupt, I think you two will hand over the keys to me, right?"

The young couple was pointed at the muzzle of the gun, and they stopped screaming immediately, did not dare to make a sound, and pointed in the direction of the sun visor.

Jordani opened the sun visor casually, and a bunch of keys fell out.

Only then did Jordani take a look at the figure rushing in the distance, then turned his head and said, "I can give you about fourteen seconds, whether to put on clothes or take valuables, you can choose for yourself!"

The young couple probably have never seen such a polite robber, the man hesitated, and said, "Can I choose both?"

Jordani was speechless, and said, "There are still ten seconds."

After finishing speaking, Jordani started the car directly, and shot a series of bursts at the figures rushing forward, and three or four people fell on the road on the spot.

The young couple were shameless people asking for money, one took the cash, the other took the jewelry box, and jumped out of the car.

Jordani didn't have time to comment on the young couple's choice. Looking at the figures approaching from all directions, he directly stepped on the accelerator.

Modified box truck, thick enough, strong enough

Amid the roaring sounds like the roar of a ferocious beast, Jordani drove open a passage, fired with a gun in one hand, and controlled the steering wheel with the other, and rampaged through the entire Roma camp.

A large number of bullets slanted like a torrential rain, and the top of the crazily driving carriage was instantly smashed into a sieve.

boom!

A bullet sputtered, almost grazed Jordani's head, and landed on the car seat.

Without thinking about it, Jordani activated the arc ballistic technique, and a bullet swirled, killing a young killer who was hiding behind a cover and secretly aiming at it.

It is easy to pull the trigger, but it is very difficult for an ordinary person without strict training to hit a moving object at high speed.

Even in the army, out of a hundred people, it may not be possible to train a sharpshooter.

The conditions in Roma Battalion used to be very difficult. Only those killers who were elite enough during the death training process had the opportunity to conduct a lot of shooting training.

The rest of them, even if they didn't call it Faith Shooting, didn't need much deliberate defense at all.

During the rampage, Jordan only needs to guard against and kill the elite killers hidden in the crowd, which is enough to ensure a considerable degree of safety.

The entire Roma camp soon became chaotic.

Jordani's combat skills are perfect, but his driving skills are more impressive. It's okay to drive on the street for a while, but he can't do anything if he can engage in fierce firefights and dodges.

Fortunately, the refitted box truck was extremely strong, and the gathering points were knocked apart one after another, and the vehicle under Jordani still did not stop.

No matter what Cypher's plan was, since Jordani had entered the Roma camp, he didn't plan to go back empty-handed.

With a random shot, he killed a killer who was picking up the car halfway, and looked at the death training camp that was already close at hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jordani stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and crashed into it like a frightened buffalo on the grassland.

The gate guarded by many people was smashed open, and the vehicle stopped on a huge stone pillar.

Soon, more than seven or eight people surrounded them, all carrying typical AK47s, and continuously shooting towards the driver's seat of the vehicle in a close-range manner.

The shooting lasted for tens of seconds, and the driver's seat of the vehicle was almost turned into a hornet's nest.

Just as the gunfire faded away, Jordani slid out from the bottom of the car, got up and kicked, shot, three bursts, stepping, instant kicking, and moving shooting.

Jordani's purpose is to catch people, not to fight with more and more killers in the death training camp.

The Glock 17 pistol has a ferocious rate of fire, which is almost comparable to that of a micro-punch. Jordani's shooting skills are even more amazing. On the way running wildly, from a distance, it seems that Jordani suppressed it with the power of one person. It looks like dozens of people live in a long passage.

A large number of bullets were slanted out, and the magazine at Jordani's waist was emptied by Jordani crazily in less than ten minutes.

At this time, Jordani had already arrived at the periphery of a gathering place that looked extremely exquisite.

This is where the most elite killers and the Supreme Council are located in the entire Roma camp.

He casually threw out the two Glock 17 pistols in his hand, and smashed the two figures who came out of the way. Jordani pulled out two Tokarev from his back with his backhand, and the violent gunshots directly shattered the heads of the two. .

In the gathering place of the core council, it is much more lax than Jordani imagined.

While listening carefully, Jordan found that on the opposite side of the gathering place, there were continuous gunshots, like pouring rain, and it seemed that there was another group of people who were also attacking the Roma camp. The battle there was more ferocious than Jordan's here. many.

While Jordani was running full of doubts, at a corner in the distance, suddenly a group of people rushed towards the direction of Jordani in a panic.

It's different from the enemies that came charging forward before.

This group of people is more like a group of professional bodyguards, or desperadoes, guarding a white man with a beard in the middle, and seems to want to retreat somewhere.

Ulysses Crow!

After seeing the figure who fled in a panic, Jordani was a little confused.

What's the situation, I'm afraid I can't find it, so I came here to give away the head!

In fact, Jordan didn't have to think too much. After the group of people ran over and saw Jordan, they shot a wave of guns at Jordan without thinking about it.

Jordani turned over and hid behind a car, instead of rushing to fight back, he quietly analyzed the gunshots.

Seven seconds later, there was a momentary pause in the sound of gunfire from the opposite side, and Jordani stepped forward, firing a full fourteen rounds in no more than two hours.

The desperadoes guarding Ulysses Crow fell to the ground in an instant.

Jordani casually threw away the two Tokarevs that had run out of bullets, took off the M1911 on his chest, and waved at Ulysses Crow from a distance of more than ten meters.

boom!

In response to Jordani, Ulysses shot suddenly with a hideous face, and immediately after that, Ulysses ran away regardless of whether he hit or not.

bang bang!

One shot knocked down the incoming bullet, and the other shot hit the ground in front of Ulysses, picking up a speck of dirt.

boom!

Another shot knocked out the gun in Ulysses' hand.

boom!

Another shot broke the index finger Ulysses was using to pull the trigger.

"F..k, this is one of my last five fingers, Fuck the fuck..."

Amidst the series of roars, Ulysses clenched his fists and cursed at Jordani hoarsely.

Jordan didn't care about the other party's scolding, but just waved at the other party again.

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PS: Thanks to the book friend [New Balance Shoes] for the 11,000 reward, and thanks to the book friend [Lonely-Undead] for the 100 reward~