Chapter 513

The two strong men around the middle-aged tattoo shot without hesitation, and the sound of the shooting started.

But Luke's figure suddenly moved a meter when they shot, and jumped out with a bow, just between the middle-aged tattoo and a strong man, and came behind them.

Luke pulled the M1911 from the middle-aged tattoo, not raising the gun, but turning the muzzle left and right.

Bang! Bang!

Only when the two men's hands with guns turned to half, they hung down and each had a hole in his head.

Luke sighed again: "so, isn't it good to earn money? We have to fight and kill. " When he said this, the muzzle of the gun in his hand had been raised up, and he was sweating in the middle age of the tattoo. Even though the hair on the back of his head was scorched by the burning muzzle of the gun, he dared not move.

"Yes, yes, we can talk, we can talk." His eyes were winking at the three people in the opposite direction, and his body rushed to the side.

The shirtless young man and another young man on the opposite side raised their guns at the same time.

Bang! Bang!

There was a hole in the middle of the two men's forehead.

Luke curled his mouth, lowered his arm, and pulled the trigger again.

Bang!

Just jumped to the middle-aged buttocks next to the tattoo and got shot. He immediately covered his buttocks with a scream and rolled on the ground.

Luke looked down at the door. There was a man there.

This is the only one in the room who didn't raise a gun and didn't move from start to finish: "why don't you do it?"

This man is actually the big boy who received the lollipop. His lips vibrated a few times, but he didn't say a word.

Luke chuckled, turning the lollipop from left to right, holding up a small piece of his right cheek: "you are smarter than them..."

Between words, the muzzle of his lowered gun shot out again.

Bang!

The tattoo middle-aged screamed louder, but was shot in the knee by Luke.

"A wise man will make the right choice at the right time. And your brain... " Luke crouched down and looked at the middle-aged tattoo on the ground with a wry face Not even a child. "

The middle-aged tattoo sweated all over, groaning painfully in his mouth, but he did not forget to beg for mercy intermittently: "let me go, let me go, I will give you anything you want."

Luke shook his head. "You're stupid. You don't admit it. My request has been there, why pretend not to hear it? "

Bang!

The middle-aged tattoo screamed again, but the knee of the other leg was also broken.

Luke didn't let him struggle this time. He stepped on him and searched him. He found a magazine and replaced it with: "now I have seven more bullets. Do you want to hit left hand or right hand first? After that, I can still beat your little Ding... "

At this point, he didn't raise his head, and raised his gun sideways.

Bang bang!

Two men with rifles rushed in from the door and fell on their backs, also shot in the middle of their eyebrows.

The middle-aged tattoo cried painfully, "no, I said, I said. What do you want to know? "

Luke couldn't help shaking his head: "how did your memory survive to the present? Lisa Feng, that Mexican woman doctor, she! In! What! "

The middle-aged tattoo didn't hesitate this time: "Kristen, it's Kristen's people who took her."

"Where did you take it?" Luke asked. He went to the door at will. He didn't look out of the door. He twisted his wrist and stuck out the muzzle of the gun.

Bang bang bang!

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Two screams, coupled with a sound of human tumbling, were actually two bandits who had been quietly touched down the stairs.

Looking at Luke's every move, the middle-aged tattoo felt cold in his heart.

Luke's every move is too relaxed and comfortable. He is definitely a professional!

He quickly replied, "I, I don't know..."

Bang!

"Ah ~"

the middle-aged tattoo struggled on the ground again, and Luke hit his right hand again: "just say the answer, or you will die a little more painful."

The tattoo middle-aged heart despair, he does not know much information, a few words will be the news of the crystal Gang spit out a clean.

Luke got the information he needed, raised his hand and raised his gun. "Here's a piece of advice. If you can do business well in the next life, don't rob."

The middle-aged tattoo belt prays: "can you..."

Bang!

"Well, of course not!" Luke ended his problem with action.

He grabbed the guns of the two strong men, and then found the ten thousand dollars from the dead tattoo. He smiled at the big boy who had been quietly watching all this at the corner of the door.

"See. If you want to be a bad person, you may meet me one day. And I like to meet bad people. " He stepped out of the door: "I wish you good luck all your life."Bang bang!

Two screams were heard outside the house, and two other bandits who were close to the house were beaten down.

Then there was a flurry of gunfire. A moment later, someone outside was shouting, "what about people? Where did he go? "

"I didn't see it. I couldn't find it..."

"Go to see the boss..."

"Boss, boss is dead. Mario and Sanchez are dead, too, ah! They are all dead... "

The big boy in the corner watched a group of people come in and shout around the body of the eldest brother.

Looking at the big brother with his head in bloom, the big boy flashed past scenes of the big brother in his mind. It seemed that another sentence sounded in his ear: I like meeting bad people best.

With this sentence, the smiling face seems to appear again.

He couldn't help but wake up and quietly retreat from the noisy room.

Back away, he raised one hand, holding an unopened lollipop all the time.

Just now, it was because of this lollipop that he didn't point his gun at Luke.

It's also because of this lollipop that he became the only one living in the house.

Then he raised the pistol in his other hand and listened to the noise in a far-off room. He thought about it, put the pistol behind his ass and slipped it back to his home.

When the crowd panicked, Luke had entered the building below from a gap between the two small buildings.

In more than ten small buildings between the cracks skilfully across, he cut into a horizontal "big" street.

Two way bike road is definitely the main street in this slum.

When he jumped out of the gap in the small building, his movement immediately returned to normal, and he leisurely followed a group of tourists who had just passed by.

The tour guide spoke Chinese, and there were many Chinese in the group, which made him feel very kind.

Tens of meters away, the commotion over there is hard to hear, but the explanation in the guide's mouth makes Luke enjoy it.

An aunt of the nearby tour group suddenly noticed Luke behind him and asked strangely, "you don't seem to belong to our group?"

Luke laughed.

The aunt looked at his bright smile and clapped her forehead: "forget, you are a foreigner and can't understand Chinese."