Chapter 704

Luke listened to the song quietly.

Unexpectedly, the old man sang well.

He is singing it with a smile, but how much blood and tears experience is only personal experience.

It's a pity to be a killer, old man! You should be a talk show actor or a singer or something! That's what Luke thought.

In the dark, the car drove all the way west to the seaside ferry.

There was silence on the country road at night, and Kincaid, tired of singing, fell asleep.

No matter how fierce the old guy is, he can't resist the exhaustion brought by the blood loss.

Luke sat quietly in the back seat. Suddenly, he looked a little bit, moved his body slightly, and looked at the rear of the car from the rearview mirror.

"We have company." He said.

Michael looked in the side mirror. "How do you know?"

Luke: don't speed up suddenly. Slow down a bit. It's not a car chase movie

Michael: are you sure

Luke pulled out his armpit gun. "It's just an SUV, five people at most. There's no police here."

Michael just hesitated a little bit, but did as he said.

Luke didn't see much of it, but it was as clean as he was.

It's the best to solve the worries and move on.

Michael noticed the car coming after him, and asked in a low voice, "not Kincaid?"

No Kincaid can solve his opponent, but he is afraid of being killed in the crossfire with his head up and his black bald head asleep.

Luke: it's OK. Are you comfortable when he's dead? Lest he always teach you the thirty-six tricks of love. "

Michael: "..."

He felt that it was acceptable to bear the words of a certain black bald head rather than take back the 3A level evaluation.

Luke lowered the window quietly and lowered his body a little bit, just looking at the car behind him in the rearview mirror.

At his warning, Michael's slow descent did not alert the other side.

The bandits are not stupid either. They just get on faster than Michael's car and act like a normal car at night.

Luke can only laugh but not speak.

He saw the car when evacuating from the safe house. The mercenary on the car was obviously temperamental. It happened to choose the same route in the middle of the night.

Luke said softly, "you count down, and when the count down is done, brake hard."

Michael understood in seconds. He began to count: "fifteen, fourteen..."

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

Of course, he understood that Michael's countdown was actually a time when two vehicles were together.

"Eight, seven..."

Luke has reconfirmed the license plate of the car, the one outside the safe house.

"Three, two..."

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

"One!"

Creak!

With a rapid brake sound, the speed of Mercedes Benz suddenly dropped, but it remained stable, no sideslip, no rollover.

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

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

The copilot and the back seat of the right SUV didn't have any reaction from the three men with guns. A series of bullets were fired from the front to the back, and each person's head and body were shot more than two times.

Luke said softly, "something's wrong with the driver."

In the shooting just now, he didn't miss the driver's goal, but the driver's body slipped in a flash and missed a shot.

Michael pulled up smoothly: "how do they track us? I deliberately chose the road to the west, but I didn't want to be blocked by them in the East Tunnel. "

Kincaid's lazy non chieftain voice rang out: "monitor, there was a monitor when you stole the car."

Michael shook his head: "no way. I drove East for a while and then went back to the West."

Luke: two, it's time to witness the miracle. Can you respect the driver a little

The two chatters in front also noticed that not far from the road, the driver of the black SUV came out and was shaking to come over.

Kincaid: I don't have a gun. Please help me

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

Luke curled his mouth: "this driver is not a man!"

As he spoke, Glock in his hand opened fire continuously.

The rickety driver on the other side suddenly accelerated and could hardly see his track in the dark.

“WTH！？” The two words were almost in unison.The movement of the driver is almost out of the shadow, which is definitely not the speed that normal people can have.

Luke slowly replaced Glock with a new magazine.

The approaching driver suddenly stopped, touched his body with both hands, jumped continuously and cried: "ah ah!"! Why do you hit me every time? "

The chattering duo also noticed that there were seven or eight bullet holes in the guy's upper body, which kept bleeding.

Strangely enough, with so many bullets in his chest and abdomen, and his wounds still bleeding, the driver was still very angry, jumping and crying for pain.

Thinking of what Luke said, Michael raised his gun.

Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!

He emptied the magazine, not anxious to see his results, but turned to his head: "WTF?!"

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

But Michael got in the way of his shooting range.

Kincaid slapped him in the face: "don't stop me! You didn't hit him with that bad shot! "

Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!

Kincaid's magazine emptied quickly.

Michael sat up and began to sneer: "Wow, it seems that your shooting skills are terrible."

Kincaid: " I hit him three times, you only hit him two times. I hit him in the chest and abdomen three times, and you hit him in the arm one more time. I said you had a problem with your poor shooting? "

Luke was speechless and didn't care about the two guys. He pushed the door and got off.

At the moment, the hapless driver with more than ten bullet holes on his face was unbelievable: "no way, why can you all hit me?"

Luke didn't answer, but he laughed.

Even though they are not themselves, Kincaid and Michael are also the fighting force of ordinary people, and the level of gun use is far higher than ordinary people.

With speed, the driver wants to dodge all bullets, which is too belittling.

He's not fast enough to dodge bullets and lacks the skill of fighting with guns. It's normal for him to get shot.

As soon as Luke swung his right hand, a telescopic swing stick was shaken away and he walked to the driver with bullet holes.

The driver grinned, hissed and jumped up.

The chattering group of two also pushed the door to get out of the car. Michael quickly said, "Whoa, whoa, I think, why don't you sit down and talk first?"