Chapter 1014

Luke frowned, but he took out his gun and put down half of the window.

This is New Jersey. There are a lot of people dead in the villa.

He won't shoot if he doesn't have to, so he won't be repeatedly investigated by the New Jersey police, but he doesn't want to see the official police killed.

In the picture of the drone, the man stood up a little difficultly and walked to open the door.

"Good evening, John." The patrolmen took the initiative to say hello.

"Good evening, Jimmy. Do neighbors complain about the noise? " The man, John, responded calmly.

In the picture of the drone, the pistol behind him did not move.

"Yes, it's a little noisy," the policeman nodded slowly Then he tilted his head slightly, and looked through the gap on the side of the man named John, and saw the body of a masked black suit lying on the ground.

John looked around, too.

Luke raised his gun, but it was only put in the half open window, not aimed.

If this John wants to kill his mouth, this should be the time.

The patrolman sighed, took off his hat and scratched his head: "are you back to work?"

John's face was light: "no, just sort out something."

Patrol: "Wow, that's right. Well, that's it, good night John. " He put on his hat and turned away.

His speed is the same as before.

Luke could see from the side of the car that the patrolman didn't mean to be afraid and nervous, instead, he had an expression of "it is so".

Obviously, the patrolman knew John's background and was not surprised by the death in his room.

Luke watched the patrolmen get in and leave. He took back his pistol and raised the window.

John at the gate of the villa, if he had seen the Ford side, but the window was already closed, he could not see Luke in the car.

He frowned and closed the door.

There may be a passer-by in the car who hears the noise, but he can't see the situation in the villa, so it doesn't matter.

Luke quickly operated the drone for a moment, stopped it in a corner of the basement, and turned it into a fixed monitor. This helped the soft female painter in his arms and put him back to the copilot: "well, I can't wait to go back to your bedroom for coffee."

Elena gave him a light poo, but the expression on her face did not have any objection. She explained the word "duplicity" vividly.

Ford started, turned a corner, and drove another kilometer, not far from paland college.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Elena looked to the right in surprise, but she couldn't see the situation in the distance. She said softly: "this is Shots? "

Luke has some pain: Wang Defa! Again? When did New Jersey get so out of order.

In his words, he said at once: " Get down, lean on my side, don't look up. "

At the same time, he immediately put out the lights, slowed down and pulled over.

The shot was really close.

And from the moment Luke hears the gunshot, to the moment he stops, the gunshot has been fired hundreds of times.

Luke has figured out that it's the movement of at least five rifles shooting at the same time. Is that crazy?

Although it's a suburb of North Bergen, it's OK to make such a big move?

Just now that John was at home, a pair of twelve, didn't make such a big move.

Is it an army? Or mercenary army? For the second time tonight, he thought, a micro drone was released.

The UAV skilfully passed a small forest and saw ten people surrounded by a two-story building. They held rifles in their hands, fired alternately and pushed towards the building.

Luke looked at the posture of these people and gave a light cry in his heart.

These ten men also wear black headgear and black clothes, but they are all wearing professional combat clothes, and they also wear bullet proof clothes, even the plug-in board.

At first glance, Luke found M4A1, AR-15 and HK416, all of which were self modified and fine tuned special weapons.

Compared with the twelve hooded black suits that died in John's villa, a group of black combat suits here are the real professionals, and obviously the way of the military.

No wonder the means are so simple and crude! Luke muttered to himself, controlling the drone to slip into the bullet flying room.

There were only three black battles in the room, obviously with the outside.

A head went into the kitchen door and hung on it like that.

The angle of a head hanging down is very strange, obviously the neck bone is broken.

The last one was stiff and a syringe in his neck was empty.

Luke hit it, hit his mouth. "It's interesting."

When Elena heard this, she asked in a low voice, "you don't want to go there, do you? It's too dangerous. "Luke rubbed her earlobes with his hand. "Hello, I'm NYPD, not the New Jersey police. I don't have law enforcement here."

Elena sighed, "what do you do?"

Luke: don't worry, I've already texted the police

Elena Er, for this should be very standard answer, she heard a little strange, but also not in a voice.

Luke is not in a hurry either.

Obviously, like John, the residents in this small building are not ordinary people.

There are three black combat suits lying in it, which shows that the man is not unprepared at least.

Luke gently kneaded the earlobes of future female painters with one hand, and quickly controlled the drone around the house with the other hand, just as he did not long ago.

Once again, the drone found an open basement entrance.

He smashed his mouth: "no! Another basement? "

The drones have been flying in without stopping.

A moment later, Luke looked strange.

In the picture, this basement has nothing in common with the basement of John's villa just now, but now there is an eight pound hammer on the ground, and then a piece of broken concrete floor, and A small open box under the ground.

Apart from the difference in the size of the box, and the absence of weapons and gold coins left in it, it is almost a replica of the basement of John's villa.

"What a coincidence." Luke murmured, "is there such a dark space in the basement of every once big man? What's more, they always like to swing a sledgehammer for weapons when the enemy comes? "

Next, what happened in the small building was similar to what happened in John's villa. Ten black combat suits entering the small building were destroyed in less than five minutes.

The bald man in his pajamas and barefoot was terrible.

Although his strength and speed were not exaggerated, he moved silently with almost unpredicted anticipation, so that ten black combat suits took the initiative to send his head to the muzzle of his gun.

One shot at a time, the P226 didn't even need to change its magazine, so it killed ten black combat suits.

Then the bald man, about fifty years old, picked up his pack and went out.

After he went out, the small building, which was riddled with holes by rifles, roared and stepped off a large roof.

The bald man didn't go back. He got in the car and left. He was a real man who never looked back at the explosion.