Chapter 1121

"John wick." The old voice sounded, and Sloan's figure appeared at the high platform window behind the city wall.

Looking down at the visitor, Sloan was equally indifferent: "what do you want to say?"

Luke looked up a little. "Just to tell you one thing."

In the Mutual Aid Association, no one applauded.

Luke has a little regret: these supporting actors are not professional. No one comes to ask "what".

He still keeps John's classic calm face by adding drama to himself. JPG: "whoever kills me, I will kill his family."

Sloan:

Famous Killers:

Guards:

Many people have an idea in their mind: we, are we threatened face to face? Or at home, threatened by a man?

This is really Sapres, marefaco!

Sloan's eyes twinkled, but there was no expression, just a light command: "kill him."

When the voice fell, the sound of the gun burst out.

The guards from all over the castle almost fired together, and the bullets stormed the open space in front of the gate.

Sloan is still standing quietly in the window of the high platform. The famous killers just pull out their guns, but no one fires.

They are not those minions. They have enough pride in their hearts.

There is only one person on the other side.

Even if he is John, the night devil with great reputation recently, he is not qualified to let them fight together.

Dozens of guards began to attack, and they didn't want to lose their share in the siege.

At the next moment, their faces changed.

There was no one in front of the gate, and the night devil disappeared in full view of the public.

This kind of disappearance is very strange. It seems that with a blink of an eye, there will be no one.

But who are they?

They are the name killers of the Mutual Aid Association, which naturally exist far beyond the ordinary people in response and dynamic vision.

All along, only they rely on their super strength and suddenly disappear in front of their opponents.

Now, someone has played it in front of them.

At this moment, even the tall Sloan's face changed.

He thought of the wolf and dove that had just died. They died quietly.

The news was all sent back by John the night devil.

"Everyone, don't leave your hand, just kill him." Sloan's voice was so loud that even the heavy gunfire could not cover it.

When the order is issued, everyone, including the famous killer, knows that this is the meaning of killing each other.

Soon, lights came on all over the castle, and large areas of darkness became as bright as day.

In the textile factory building, the workers who were informed took out their guns one after another and became killers.

Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!

The sound of the gun burst, and immediately sounded in the workshop.

The ordinary killers who line up to take guns in the gun room dart blood arrows and scream. The string of people fall down like a row of blood gourds.

I don't know when the figure in the black suit has appeared in the factory. I have an MP7 in my hands.

Faced with these common killers gathered like chickens, Luke rarely used MP7.

It has a capacity of up to 40 rounds, which brings powerful and continuous lethality. The killers who take guns are like waiting in line to shoot and being shot one by one.

This time, Luke did not use any more Mozambican shooting.

Two bullets to kill an enemy, too slow.

Chest beating, too slow.

All the killers were shot in the head, without exception.

Within ten meters, Luke uses MP7 or Glock, which makes no difference. He has too much control. The speed of killing is limited to the speed of switching targets.

The famous killers who didn't rush back to the outside of the castle changed their faces. The four closest to the factory started their physical burst at the same time and rushed in within two seconds.

In their eyes, they just saw Luke's hands loose and let two mp7s fall down. His hands flashed across his waist like a mirage, and two glocks appeared again.

Four famous killers who had just rushed in saw these two glocks, and their pupils shrank.

The overgrown magazine under the handle is obvious. There's no doubt that it's a specially made extended magazine. It's probably the kind of crazy thing with 33 rounds.

Coupled with Glock's speed of fire, it's enough to use it as a micro impulse at close range.

Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!

Just under their eyes, two Glock's muzzles burst into flames far beyond the ordinary pistols, and deadly fire broke out in an instant.

The ordinary killers in this workshop were washed out by MP7, and another group of ordinary killers poured out from several passageways.

They were from the side of the factory, and came at once when they heard the gunfire.

The passageway where they appear is usually used for transporting goods, so spacious that they can easily drive into a large truck.The width of five or six meters allows these killers to rush in at a very fast speed, such as stabbing a broken ant colony and entering a large group of people.

Then they collided with the ferocity of Glock, two long magazines.

These are elite killers among ordinary people. Even Luke's people can't see the shadow clearly, so they rush to the streets.

No killer can rush five meters into the passage and be killed there. It is like straw under the old farmer's sickle.

Only a few killers who fell a little later staggered the operation of sending heads in a few seconds. They hid in the side of the passageway with cold sweat, without any courage to raise their heads.

BAM BAM bam!

Before Glock's final strafing, four famous killers finally launched the first round of attack, each firing a single shot.

These powerful and sophisticated assassins are far more powerful than those ordinary veterans killed two days ago.

When they rush in, they will automatically disperse and enter from four directions at the same time, trying to make their opponents overwhelmed.

Luke's reaction was unexpected.

When four bullets came, Glock in his hands still didn't change direction and stubbornly shot the last seven or eight ordinary killers.

When the bullet came, his figure blurred in the eyes of four people, and appeared two meters away.

The precise shooting of the four met with new problems.

Because it's too accurate, it's impossible for these four bullets to go two meters away. Luke is naturally unharmed.

At this time, the two glocks in his hands have finally become empty and hang up.

Luke released his hands again and Glock began to fall.

When the two guns landed at his waist, his hands crossed again into his armpit.

When two guns fell on his lap, he had two more in his hand.

This time, it's no longer Glock with extended magazine, but two P226.

In fact, in the short period of time when he threw the gun and pulled out the gun, he had successfully dodged four bullets, and pulled out the faint shadow in the air and rushed to two people in the workshop.

Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!

In the face of Luke's sudden strange speed, the two men were shocked, but they didn't panic immediately. Several bullets hit him on the approaching route.