Chapter 901 - Qualified to Carry a Gun and WatChapter on the Side

Chapter 901: Qualified to Carry a Gun and Watch on the Side

Of course, Mindy didn't hate the current V, but found it interesting.

For little girls, they didn't find mercurial changes annoying — except when it came to boyfriends.

Most importantly, he was cool!

As long as he became even cooler, there was no problem.

V was using two revolvers; he was both accurate and cool! She just had to say something to him.

Luke reloaded and chuckled without saying anything.

He had only used two revolvers, but he had already killed more than twenty criminals. If it were any other gun, there wouldn't be any survivors here. She wouldn't be able to help.

Isn't it better not to make you feel useless? Sigh, too young. You need to study more. Luke made a decision.

Mindy didn't know that her grumbling had created a big problem for her. She had already charged out of the stairwell and attacked the five remaining criminals on the 28th floor.

Relying on her new armor, she jumped between the corners and the furniture as she fired.

Compared with Luke's targets who had been killed in one shot, these five criminals were much more unlucky. Mindy's bullets rained down on them, and the luckiest was only shot twice. The most miserable was shot five times, and he died gasping for breath.

Luke didn't intervene in the small battle. He simply stood at the foot of the stairs with his arms crossed like an onlooker.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps on the stairs above him.

"Hurry up and go down. The enemy is on the 28th floor."

"Where's the anti-explosion shield? Take it down first and everyone follow behind…"

Leaning against the wall, Luke raised an eyebrow. What a professional! The anti-explosion shield would open the way for the others to follow. This was a standard police tactic for an indoor raid.

If it were Damon and Mindy here, these people might really be able to charge down.

Now…

Luke bent his right hand lazily. He didn't fully raise the Colt Python, but pointed it at the corner of the stairs from under his left armpit.

Bang! Bang!

The anti-explosion shield which had just appeared was hit, and the second bullet hit the criminal's right foot, blowing half of it off.

The criminal screamed and rolled down the stairs with the shield.

Luke ignored him.

The criminal had to carry the shield with both hands instead of a gun. He was lucky that he didn't fall to his death.

Before the person who had one hand on the shoulder of the criminal holding the shield realized what was going on, his left hand was suddenly empty, but his body was pitching forward from the inertia.

Just like that, a string of criminals popped up from around the corner of the stairs.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The four criminals who were moving too fast were shot in the chest and abdomen. They hit the wall and rolled down the stairs.

Luke then unhurriedly reloaded the Colt Python.

On the stairs, the criminals who had stopped in time were sweating.

The black, fat leader, who was still on the 29th floor, didn't know what was going on. He roared, "Why did you stop? Charge! Charge down!"

The criminals in the lead vehemently cursed this fat motherf*cker in their hearts as they yelled, "Leroy, they killed Darm. Tommy and the others didn't have cover and were killed."

The fat man was stunned. "Dead? How?"

Darm was the criminal who had been holding the shield. Logically speaking, he would be the most protected by the anti-explosion shield; ordinary rifles couldn't penetrate that police-issue shield. It would be very difficult for him to die instantly.

In fact, the man with the shield wasn't dead. He had only been knocked unconscious when he fell.

But of course, the criminals would say that he was dead, or Leroy would force them to go down.

One of the criminals shouted as he retreated, "There's a guy down there who's too good. He's too ruthless. He killed five people in front of him in one shot. Darm couldn't even block it with the shield. He died in two shots."

Leroy didn't believe it at all, but the other criminals all nodded. "Really, there's a sharpshooter down there…"

"Tommy and the others aren't moving. I saw a lot of blood…"

"There are huge holes in their chests. They won't survive…"

The criminals spoke in rapid fire, as if they were doing a group talk show.

Luke listened with great interest. He watched Mindy eliminate the remaining criminals on the 28th floor and evaluated the strength of this violent girl.

At the moment, Mindy was far stronger than her peers.

The truly outstanding thing about her were the quick reflexes which she inherited from her father.

There were a few moments when she moved almost at the same time as the criminals and shot them dead.

This was similar to Luke's close-range shooting and agility.

It was just that Mindy had achieved this based only on her own talent and some professional training, so it wasn't deemed real gunfighting skills in the system.

Maybe he could teach her some gunfighting?

This violent little girl was worth grooming, and her father Damon had already brought her down a different path.

It was impossible for her to return to the life of an ordinary girl.

If Luke trained her for a few years beforehand, and waited until she was an adult so that it wouldn't be considered child labor, she shouldn't be as crazy as her father, right?

He had never thought of 12-year-old Mindy helping him now, but in four or five years, she would be a pretty good helper.

If they were teammates, that would be perfect. Thinking that, Luke suddenly raised an eyebrow and looked at the criminals from where he was on the ceiling.

After being bombarded with the words of his subordinates, the fatty upstairs was terrified.

The man downstairs had killed five of his subordinates in less than two seconds, even with the anti-explosion shield.

Leroy admitted that he didn't have the guts to fight him one-on-one.

Thus, he made a simple decision. "What about grenades? I remember that you like to carry a grenade with you."

A young Latin American man took out a grenade and handed it over without hesitation. "Here."

The rest of the gang subconsciously backed away.

One of them cursed, "You b*tch, didn't I tell you not to carry this thing on you? This is New York, not Juarez."

Leroy also retreated and pointed at the stairs. "Don't give it to me. Just throw it down. It's best if you blow up that guy. If he isn't dead, you can charge down and kill him together."

His subordinates glared at him. It's not your life, you don't feel bad!

Looking at everybody's expressions, Leroux said with difficulty, "I'll go with you."

His subordinates were contemptuous. Easy for you to say! You're not taking the lead.