Chapter 192 (1/2)

It's full of girls who have been arrested for a while, and the situation is terrible.

But It's better to die in this black kiln.

There are more than 100 girls in the two camps. There are too many of them. If he can't get rid of these girls himself, it's better to let these girls call and make a big deal.

The families of 100 ordinary girls are united, which is also a very powerful force. Moreover, they can come to France for tourism. Most of them have the same family environment.

Luke left the big work shed and quietly hid behind several abandoned cars more than 20 meters away from the door.

More than ten minutes later, there was a faint sound of vehicles rolling over the mud in Luke's ear, and then several snowy lights cut through the dark rainy night and appeared on the road.

Three cars!

He slowed down his breathing, adjusted in a few seconds, Uzi was up.

Poop poop poop!

Uzi's rapid and incomparable gunfire sounded, and Luke emptied a magazine in three seconds. The car at the head was full of bullet holes, and the windshield also broke a large area. The car ran askew and askew to the side of the road, and finally slammed into a pile of sand and stone and stopped moving.

The moment Luke threw away Uzi, his body moved, threw AK on his side in front of him, grabbed it, held it up and fired.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The second car didn't escape the fate of the first car. It also went out of the road and hit an abandoned car.

It's just that the car was strafed almost from his side, so most of the bullet holes were in the side and back of the car.

But the two cars, without exception, were all concentrated in the seats where people were sitting.

Quickly changed a magazine, Luke picked up the AK, aiming at a car that was finally facing himself with its tail.

He doesn't have to aim too accurately, just aim the bullet at the car and pour it.

Reality is not a movie.

Within a distance of less than 30 meters, apart from the engine and wheel hub, other parts of AK have little resistance. Both doors can be punched through, and the same is true of the people.

In the end, the car only drove into the gate less than 10 meters and lost control, slamming into a small shed.

Luke didn't rush out. He dropped the AK and changed his position.

At the same time, his keen sense of smell has been fully activated.

After a while, he got close to the three cars, one by one, patched the heads of other guys who were still alive, and then quietly evacuated.

Half an hour later, on the top of a building hundreds of meters away, Luke saw a large number of police cars driving warning lights and rushing into the black kiln with the siren. He nodded with satisfaction and jumped down the roof.

An hour later, he had changed his clothes and shoes and appeared on the subway in 93 provinces.

There's a grey black cowboy hat on the head, and a new mask, but no more headgear. It's similar to ordinary people's clothes in rainy days.

Now he has only one M1911 that is touched by a certain thug and has not fired a single shot.

At night, it's not safe on the subway in Paris, or it should be said that robbery on the subway at this time is a must. Just like a lot of white-collar workers in office buildings in working days, they must be working. Now, in the subway, people are also working.

For them, robbery and theft is their job.

But no one came to provoke Luke.

Luke is not dressed like a student. He has a butterfly knife in his hand.

Occasionally, the blade would rotate nimbly in his hand, which showed that he was at least a regular knife player.