Chapter 550

Looking at the posture of the gang members, the guests in the shop didn't need to be urged by anyone. They were very conscious and all hid in silence to every corner.

Kincaid looked at the men. "Looking for you?"

Luke: why didn't it come to you

Kincaid shrugged. "I don't seem to get in trouble here."

Luke scoffed at the remark, raised his hand and drew two circles on his face: "don't forget that, you trampled his face into a tomato pizza, didn't you offend him?"

Kincaid nodded helplessly: "OK, but you punched through the legs of three unlucky people, and then killed six of them to seek revenge with your girlfriend. Is that too much for me?"

Luke: but that doesn't prove that these people are coming for me, does it

"That's him, that white kid! He killed them. " Someone in the group opposite shouted.

A bunch of people pointed their guns at Luke.

Kincaid chuckled, and his body had moved aside. "It looks like it's your business."

What can Luke say, can only compare an international gesture to Kincaid.

"That black bald head is one of them. He stepped on SAMs's face just now." It's the one who just called out.

Immediately, half of the guns were split and aimed at Kincaid.

Luke smiled: "it seems that it's also your business. Half for one? "

Kincaid: Well, I'll finish it earlier. I'm going to talk to my wife

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

Between the two men, a group of bandits at the door were impatient: "kill them."

Bang bang bang bang bang!

In the moment before the gangster shot, Luke jumped and rolled, hid behind the seat of the nearby coffee table, bent over and scurrying to a corner of the wall, giving the other side a thumbs up: "come on, Kincaid, I look after you."

"Haha, the beauty of thinking! Half a man! " Kincaid and Luke almost at the same time, a turn to hide in the bar, disdained to turn his mouth.

Luke shrugged. "Okay, deal."

The flying bullets smashed the wine cabinet and bar into pieces, and all kinds of liquor and articles flew about.

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

With their respective actions, the bandits also approached subconsciously.

The guns in their hands are still firing wildly, and the sound of gunfire in the whole space is deafening for a while.

Luke had already put two earphones into his ears, and the electronic pickup earphones blocked out the excessive noise.

But a while bandits are shooting, while frowning, a little earache.

He looked over at the bar and gave a dark compliment.

Kincaid is a sly old man.

Just after jumping into the bar, I slipped along the small door behind the bar. Now I am far away from the corner of the bar to watch a play.

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 declined.

These guys are super amateurs. They can't even guarantee the continuity of firepower. More than half of them have empty magazines with their front and back feet, and they are in the gap of changing magazines at the same time.

Luke's countdown gesture was just finished.

Luke and Kincaid almost reached out at the same time.

Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!

Kincaid and Luke stand in a position where they just form a cross fire. The bandits at the cross point immediately fight most of the streets.

Luke was too lazy to aim.

He didn't have to show too much accuracy in front of Kincaid because he didn't need it.

This group of idiot bandits think that there are many people, from entering the door to firing, to running out of bullets and approaching step by step, they didn't spread out the formation.

In such a narrow space, those ten people are a huge and incomparable living target.

Kincaid and Luke emptied the magazine of their pistols in a flash. Only three of the ten bandits were lucky enough not to get shot, so they were scared to hide.

Kincaid over there changed his magazine and made a sign to Luke to "you go on".

Luke shrugged, changed the magazine half a second faster than the black bald one, and ejected the muzzle again.

Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!

Two bandits who didn't hide well fell to the ground screaming, one was shot on the foot and the other was shot in the arm.

PA! PA!

With two guns in their chest, Luke changed his magazine again.

There was Kincaid's silent clap.

Luke raised his hand to make a gesture of "please.".

Kincaid laughed and didn't flinch. He just twisted his wrists out of the gun.

Pa Pa Pa Pa!The last bandit was shot twice in the upper part of his body and couldn't afford to fall to the ground.

Luke also clapped his hands in silence.

Jinkaide's three guns were not fired randomly, but looked at the bar's position as a mirror reflection and targeted.

It's not something the average shooter can do.

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

PA! PA! PA! PA! PA!

One by one, the bandits on the ground were shot in the chest by him.

Then, without looking back, he fired two shots.

Pa Pa Pa!

The last two bullets were not wasted. The bartender with a rifle next to the bar tried to sneak into his thigh and was shot first. When he bowed his head and screamed, he was shot again.

These bandits come here well prepared. Of course, the bartender informs us.

Luke also knows that this bar is the territory of the gang, and the bartender is their person.

No, he hasn't come back yet.

PA!

Kincaid came out and raised his hand to Luke There's a shot behind me.

A guy hiding in the crowd with a gun aiming at Luke has his head blown.

Kincaid said with a smile, "you owe me a life."

Luke turned his mouth and suddenly swung the bullet free M1911 out of his hand.

The gun revolved and clanged on the other side of the door of a gunman who was aiming at Kincaid.

He shrugged. "It's even."

The latter two were also with the bandits. They were only the dark ones sitting among the guests, who didn't show up at the first time.

Now these two guys who want to secretly shoot black guns are fighting in the street, hiding in the guests in every corner, and no one with a gun appears.

Luke walked over, tiptoed, picked up a gun from a gangster's hand, and stepped back to the bar.

Kincaid was flipping around in the bar at the moment. A moment later, he gave a whoop and took out a bottle of red wine.

Luke looked at the trademark and didn't remember it at all: "this wine is very good?"

Kincaid curled his mouth: "average, but at least genuine. The tequila that the bartender gave me just now is definitely a fake. It's hard to drink. Now make it up to me. I'll give it to Sonia later. "

Luke picked up his own can of juice on the bar. Just now, after sweeping so many guns, it was not easy for the juice to be safe.

After a leisurely drink, he asked, "Sonya? Your future wife? "