Chapter 1074 - : Come, Come, Hit Me!
Chapter 1074: Come, Come, Hit Me!
If the Camorra guards advanced in a slightly more stable manner, the chance of them finding Luke wasn't low. Unfortunately, they were really getting impatient.
Luke quietly waited for the third person to pass the fork. When the fourth person was in sight, he immediately moved sideways, held the HK416 steady, and pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The fourth guard fell and the fifth guard who had just reached the fork also collapsed.
The sixth guard had come halfway out past the fork.
He reacted quickly, his face filled with fear as he tried to pull back.
But it was too late.
Bang! Bang!
Another two shots rang out. Blood burst from his chest and abdomen, and he became the third person to die.
"Hostile!"
"He's at the fork."
"This way, the assassin is in the second passage in the southwest zone."
After seven to eight seconds of chaos, seven guards covered each other and rushed in.
The spot where Luke had been standing was empty.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Luke silently emerged from the passage behind them. He aimed his gun at the guards who were in the middle of the passage and fired.
The four guards in the rear were shot in the back at almost the same time. They were knocked forward and fell to the ground.
Only then did the three guards in front realize what was going on, and they subconsciously turned around.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Another three shots were fired, and the remaining three guards fell on their backs.
Luke, on the other hand, scratched his head and said, "That seemed… a bit too much. It won't scare the others away, will it?"
The main reason was that he had attacked too quickly this time. In less than twenty seconds, ten of the Camorra guards had died.
At this rate, it would take at most five minutes for more than sixty guards to die.
At that time, why would he run away? Killing so many guards so easily was too intimidating.
Keep a low profile! I must keep a low profile! I'm John Wick now, not V. I need to act, not be strong! he reminded himself. He took a deep breath and headed in the direction of the other guards.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ahhh!
A series of bloodcurdling screeches rang out, and there was an extremely intense eruption of gunfire, which lit up the underground passage.
A few guards shouted nervously, "Southwest passage, hurry!"
"This guy is too strong! We need backup!"
"Steady, steady. We hit him."
"He's injured."
"Have Kira and the others surround them from that side…"
Holding the HK416 in one hand and pressing against his abdomen with the other, Luke stumbled around a corner, before immediately dropping his hand.
Shaking his head helplessly, he raised his hand to look at the time on his watch.
The second exchange had only taken three minutes and fifteen seconds. Five more guards died.
If he hadn't pretended to be injured, these guys would have definitely started retreating.
Acting was really too difficult!
With that thought in mind, he quietly retreated.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ahhh!
While the remaining half of the guards were still panicking, Luke ambushed the reinforcements thirty meters away.
He stood on a crossbeam in the catacombs and looked down silently.
Four in a group of guards had already walked past under him. The fifth guard suddenly wiped his face with his hand and looked at the blood on his fingertips. He suddenly screamed and looked up. "Above…"
Bang!
The top of his head burst open, and he could no longer shout the rest of the sentence.
Bang bang bang bang!
The first four guards didn't even have time to straighten their backs before they fell to the ground.
Luke, on the other hand, slung the HK416 over his shoulder and slunk away up above like a gecko, turning a corner in the passage seven to eight meters away.
By the time the remaining guards rushed in with their guns raised high, the place was already empty.
…
Gianna was still lying inside the bedroom in the main building. She frowned and asked, "He hasn't left?"
Cassian looked at the text message on his phone. "No. He's still entangled with Lucio and Frenan's men underground."
Giana felt uneasy. "He should go, or they'll surround him. Cassian, our guards didn't chase after him, did they?"
"No. According to the plan, I had the dishonest ones bring their men over instead." Cassian was helpless.
His phone dinged as he received a new text.
He took a look at his phone and his mouth twitched. After confirming the message sent by his subordinate, he said, "Miss, he's already killed Frenan. 35 guards have also been killed. It seems he was also shot once."
Gianna started and sat up suddenly. "He was shot?"
Cassian pressed her down helplessly. "Miss, don't move around. My makeup skills aren't as professional as his. If you mess up your 'corpse' makeup, you'll easily be found out later."
Gianna sighed. "Fine. I'll lie down; help me adjust my makeup."
At that point, she couldn't help but mutter, "Enough. More than half of those insubordinate old fellows are dead. Why are you taking such a risk?"
A blush suddenly appeared on her face. "Are you afraid that I won't be able to deal with these old fellows, so you're helping me eliminate them? My little Boogeyman loves me to death."
Cassian: My heart is so tired, I want to retire!
…
The two of them continued to be bored while Luke continued his performance.
Cassian's information was slightly out of date.
In fact, Luke had been "shot" a second time, and it had "hit" his left thigh.
Thus, Luke limped as he ran, and he didn't forget to throw the HK416 at the guard who stuck his head out around a corner.
Then, he swung his big backpack out in front of him and ripped open the nylon buckle to produce a Benelli M1014.
Boom!
The second guard who had just rushed out was sent flying with a large hole in his lower back.
The third guard who rushed out had a face full of fear.
He was too fast and couldn't stop himself.
In his nervousness, he had already started firing randomly, hoping to scare Luke and affect his accuracy.
The M1014 in Luke's right hand, however, was extremely stable, and the black muzzle burst with fire.
Boom!
The fellow was sent flying as well. His whole body slammed into the wall two metres away. He slowly slid down, leaving a large bloody smear on the wall.
The hurried footsteps in the passage paused, turning into short, rustling steps.
Luke curled his fingers around the large backpack and rebuckled it.
Still limping, he quickly made his way to another fork in the passage not far away, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "I'm already limping! Come on, hurry up and call the remaining two teams over to take me down."
