Chapter 691: The Big Toy In One Hand

The police officers didn’t give up and followed the mercenaries.

In an instant, gunshots and sirens rang out in the romantic city streets, and there was a constant series of accidents.

Luke wasn’t in a hurry.

Kincaid wouldn’t die so easily. Safety first.

Riding the motorbike up to the back of the mercenaries’ SUV, Luke pulled out a secret weapon from its leather holster on the back of the bike.

Bang! Bang!

He sped past the car and shot the front with his weapon.

The front of the SUV blew up and blood sprayed from the driver’s seat as the car broke through the guardrail and fell into the river.

Luke exclaimed, “F*cking A!”

He pumped the weapon, and the empty shell shot out with a crack. The motorbike reached the second SUV by then.

Bang! Bang!

The mercenary in the second SUV was also hit in the face as the front of the car blew up

The bearded mercenary in the passenger seat reacted quickly and grabbed the wheel to prevent the SUV from going out of control.

Luke swung his weapon around again and raised it.

The bearded mercenary’s expression changed drastically. He loosened his grip and hid under the dashboard.

Bang! Bang!

The passenger seat window shattered, and the SUV flipped over with a loud crash.

Glancing at the guy in the passenger seat, Luke snorted and left.

His secret weapon was a favorite personal toy that could only hold seven bullets. It was too wasteful to use on a person, and was best for taking out cars.

If there were four mercenaries to an SUV, it would be seven in the first round, and in the next round, eighteen… Wow!

Luke forced himself to calm down.

These mercenaries weren’t bad, but individually, they weren’t that strong; they weren’t as good as regular troops. It was very hard for Luke to be serious.

The first car took a turn, and the Harley Fat Boy swung into an alley. When it charged out, it just happened to line up with the passenger side of the third SUV.

Luke raised his weapon again.

The mercenary in the passenger seat was terrified and quickly ducked.

Bang!

The mercenary felt a slight pain where the bullet brushed his scalp, but when he saw his comrade in the driver’s seat start to bleed from the chest, he couldn’t help but rejoice that it wasn’t him.

In the end, a hand reached through the broken window, grabbed his gunbelt, and dragged him out of the car.

The mercenary yelled and waved his arms wildly, trying to cast off the gunbelt.

But Luke had twisted the gunbelt around his neck, and he couldn’t pull it off.

The mercenary’s butt was dragged over the uneven bricks on the street, and his eyes were about to roll back. With one swing of the gunbelt, the mercenary’s head hit the railing on the side of the road and he was left half-hanging from it.

Throwing away this excess garbage, Luke continued the chase.

However, a series of gunshots rang out, and the things around him blew up. Two officers in police cars were firing at him.

Luke was lost for words. These police officers were truly outstanding. They just attacked whoever they saw!

He turned the bike around decisively, and the Harley Fat Boy dashed over a bridge as it followed the SUV.

He caught up with the SUV at a corner and shot at a window, forcing the car to veer into the river. The Harley Fat Boy suddenly sped up and charged up the hood of a car, using the momentum to soar high in the air toward the middle of the bridge.

There, a mercenary had an RPG aimed at the incoming speedboat.

The black baldie on the speedboat widened his eyes and his nostrils flared. He even stopped breathing for one moment.

Trying to avoid that thing on this narrow river was a pure gamble. He wasn’t confident he could do it, and could only pray for God’s blessing.

At that moment, the rumble of a motorbike suddenly rang out as a Harley Fat Boy flew over and landed on the bridge before Kincaid.

Kincaid could even see a modified Winchester M1887 spinning leisurely in the hand of this rider in black leather.

With a clear crack, the shell flew out and the next bullet was loaded.

Bang!

This shot caused the mercenary with the RPG to spin half a circle, and the rocket head shot into the SUV next to it.

The man’s accomplice was scared out of his wits. Before he could react, a rocket burst through the window.

But because it was at such close range, the rocket wasn’t triggered and it didn’t explode. Instead, it pierced the man’s shoulder and nailed him to the seat.

The Harley Fat Boy flew over the head of the shooter and brushed past him.

In midair, Luke put his beloved toy back into its leather holster on the back of the bike and gripped the bike firmly to prevent it from wobbling.

The Harley Fat Boy hit the bridge, its rear shaking twice before the bike finally stabilized. It swerved left and right on the sidewalk and caught up with the criminals and police cars.

The people in the police cars finally stopped shooting at him. The officer in the passenger seat was surprised and shouted, “Which department are you from?”

He had seen Luke kill the mercenary with the RPG, and anyone who used an RPG in the city couldn’t be on the police’s side.

So, was Luke an ally?

Luke didn’t say anything. He stepped on the gas pedal and drove past the police car. He then turned around with his left hand stretched out.

Crack! Bang!

The last SUV swerved, but it couldn’t avoid Luke’s shotgun blast, and the hood was instantly destroyed.

But the driver was very persistent. Even as the SUV slowed down, he tried to keep moving forward.

Luke smiled and pumped his Winchester again.

Crack!

The criminal finally raised his head to check the road up ahead.

In the end, he saw the black muzzle of a gun pointed at the driver’s window.

His eyes widened as he exclaimed, “No…”

Bang!

Blood splattered on the driver’s seat.

Wasn’t it good to be alive? Why was he so dedicated? Luke sighed and put his gun away.

Watching Kincaid disappear around a bend in the river, the Harley Fat Boy which Luke was riding sped up again.

…

While Kincaid successfully escaped, the bodyguard ran into some trouble.

Michael might have been infected with bad luck. He also helped Kincaid take care of a lot of the mercenaries, but was sent flying from his motorbike in the end by a group of mercenaries and was captured when he passed out.

Following the tracker that he had placed on Michael, Luke turned the bike around and went after them.

Twenty minutes later, Luke observed the mercenary nest in front of him outside an old building on the outskirts of the city.

He looked at the screen again. There was a green dot rapidly approaching.

The green dot was Kincaid!

The old man wasn’t simple. After escaping pursuit, he quickly turned around to catch up with the mercenaries that had returned.

Michael was about to be given an electric shock, and Kincaid, the black baldie, was about to rush over as well.

Luke couldn’t wait any longer.

In his earpiece, Michael was chattering non-stop. “Don’t you know you need me to trust you and establish a connection first before I tell you anything… ah~”.