Chapter 707: The 2-Person Team Disbands, Simply and Rudely

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Luke didn't kill these mercenaries. ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

This is a square where people come and go, and dead people can easily cause psychological shadows to children.

After the four shots were fired, the fat Harley swerved the front of the car and went around from the side, only the mercenary outside the car screaming with his legs in his arms attracted curious passers-by.

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"You know, I told her today that I forgive her."

"Hey, few women want to be forgiven, it makes them feel like they made a mistake."

The chatter duo continued to argue.

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Luke pulled the trigger while humming a song: "I want to know what love is, I want you to show me..."

puff! puff!

The two mercenaries sitting on the chairs were shot in the back by him alone, and suddenly they hugged their butts and screamed.

Fat Harley picked up speed slightly, got close to an SUV, and glided past at a constant speed.

Puff puff puff!

The news of the attack has been received, and the two mercenaries who were opening the door were beaten into the car, and the driver in the driver's seat was also shot.

Another black SUV started, and the mercenaries on it apparently intended to move to reduce the possibility of being attacked.

Luke puffed two shots and blasted the rear wheel of the SUV. The car swerved, slammed into the railing, and fell into the river.

Looking at the three mercenaries who were crawling out of the car and fluttering, Luke puffed three shots and hit them on the shoulders.

The three unlucky bastards screamed, Gululu drank a belly of yellow-green-yellow-green river water, and floated up again with difficulty.

There were enthusiastic people on the side who wanted to save them, but they saw three people waving their guns and thrashing towards the shore.

A large number of enthusiastic people immediately dispersed, and many people took out their mobile phones to call the police while running.

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"Yes,

I want to forget about Kurosawa..."

"What? Wait, which Kurosawa?"

"Takashi Kurosawa, my client. Roselle leaked Kurosawa's itinerary and let him be ambushed and assassinated..."

"Uh~ Hahahaha!"

"Is there anything funny?"

"Hahahaha, I killed Kurosawa. At the airport, right? My target wasn't him, but your Land Rover fleet was so conspicuous, I took a look, and I recognized this arms dealer right away. , and gave him a shot by the way."

"what?"

"Three hundred meters away, through a window the size of a C cup, bang! Because of this shot, I made another extra money. I thought you knew that I killed him!"

The chatter duo are still wrangling.

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Luke also laughed out loud.

What is the most tragic thing in the world?

For Michael, maybe it was because he always thought he was a victim, but in the end he found out that he had wronged his beautiful girlfriend because of an African chief, and all the girls in the money career were gone.

Luke, who was smiling too happily, had to adjust for a moment before Fatty Harley caught up with an SUV that was going around the square.

Puff puff puff puff!

The mercenary in the SUV screamed as he was hit by a barrage of bullets.

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"Ow~ why are you hitting me in the face?" A certain African chief also screamed.

"Let's break up!" A security guard yelled.

The chatter duo ended.

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At this moment, the square is finally a little chaotic.

Luke overthrew more than twenty mercenaries in one go.

Although they didn't kill people, these guys were all shot. After screaming, they were found bleeding, and some were found with guns. The enthusiastic people immediately notified the police, timidly dragged their friends and ran away. He also told others to leave quickly.

Both the mercenary and the Interpol knew that Kincaid was very kind to his wife and would not abandon her to run away alone.

Therefore, both parties arranged staff near the detention center, waiting for the black bald head to rescue his wife.

Now, Luke, the guy who was black with experience points, stepped in, directly exposing the mercenaries to the sight of Interpol.

The mercenaries who were shot black by someone had difficulty even escaping, and were caught by Interpol.

However, Michael, who was dizzy with anger, didn't care about this. He came out of the clock tower and sat down at the open-air bar not far away.

"Give me two glasses of vodka!"

"How hard did you make me work? I prepared everything and just didn't want to go wrong and end up on that damn bullet, on a window the size of a C cup." Michael's hands were the size of a C-cup, and his twitching fingers seemed to want to pop something.

The bartender in front of him shrank back involuntarily, covering his chest with his hand.

It is not uncommon for alcoholics, and it is even less common for alcoholics to attack men! This is the Netherlands, this is Amsterdam.

Men harassing men, that's legal harassment.

Luke looked helpless at the mercenaries who couldn't stand all around the square: "How many people did Duhovic find to silence them? It's more than fifty people."

Even though he had cleared more than 30 mercenaries, when Kincaid walked out of the clock tower, several mercenaries still approached from the surroundings.

Forget it, keep it simple and rude! Anyway, Duhovic and Kincaid are to blame. Someone made the easiest decision in his mind.

Bang bang bang!

Luke just made up his mind, a mercenary who couldn't hold his breath was simpler and rude than him, he took out his gun and fired at Kincaid more than ten meters away.

The most annoying thing is you mercenaries, there is no technical content at all! Muttering in my heart, the muzzle under Luke's arm puffed twice again.

This rude mercenary was easier to deal with.

But at the beginning of the simple and rude battle, the square was in chaos.

Several of the mercenaries who were still approaching stopped covering up, pulling out their guns and hitting Kincaid.

The sudden and intense gunfire frightened people in the square. Some of them ran around, some lay behind the shelter, and some shouted at the police.

Sirens all around were blaring.

Interpol and the Amsterdam police had a plan in place, and it was used immediately.

It's a pity that their level is too far behind that of the mercenaries. Before they got to the two cars, they were beaten by the mercenaries and the windows of the car were shattered and hit the roadside.

Kincaid was beaten to death by four or five mercenaries with micro-punches.

His marksmanship is good, but he can't resist firing from 20 to 30 meters away. Within this distance, it is difficult for a pistol to fight with a micro-chunk.

This old guy jumped out on his waist, and when he needed a push, he was never vague.

Under the cover of various shelters, he ran out more than ten meters, jumped onto a speedboat by the river, said "soryy", dragged the driver above and threw it to the shore , as soon as the accelerator was added, the speedboat rushed out.

Kincaid doesn't count for murder, but he never strikes at innocent people, and he doesn't want to fight in this crowded square.

He would care about the people in the square, but not the mercenaries.

The speedboat swung the river into a large piece of white foam and galloped away.

Many of the rivers in Amsterdam are small canals, more than ten meters apart on both sides, and the speedboats can neither drive fast nor completely avoid the shooting on the riverside roads.

When the mercenaries found that Kincaid had slipped away, they didn't give up, and they chased after him in the car.