Chapter 1075: Severely Injured? In Dire Straits?

Of the more than sixty Camorra guards that had charged into the basement, only twenty or so remained.

That’s not enough! I haven’t been injured enough! Luke thought to himself.

If he didn’t act more pitifully, these guards would definitely withdraw.

In less than ten minutes, forty of their companions had died. Only those with abnormal brains wouldn’t be afraid.

Fortunately, the half of the team whom he had let off just now did their part.

They used the comms to let the only two full teams left know that the assassin was injured in his lower abdomen and left leg, and he was headed toward the underground exit in the southwest to escape. They had to stop him.

Luke listened to their conversation through his wireless earpiece as he headed toward the last two teams with Sharp Nose and Elementary Sound Wave.

The two sides approached from two passageways at a ninety-degree angle.

In the end, Luke picked up his pace and ran ahead of them.

Of course, he was limping again.

Not only did he have to send them off, he also had to do it with a limp.

The highly nervous guards fired without hesitation.

Bang bang bang bang!

Luke’s back jerked and he fell to the ground. Then, he struggled and rolled into a corner.

The guards perked up. “He’s in the fourth passage in the southwest zone. We hit him again. He’s seriously injured.”

The other team that was still dozens of meters away was also pleasantly surprised. They sped up to surround him.

This guy had killed so many people. Whoever killed this terrifying assassin would definitely be rewarded handsomely.

A promotion, a salary increase, becoming a mid-level leader, finding a bunch of fair and pretty ladies – they would be able to enjoy all that.

Thinking that, the leader of the guards ordered loudly, “Adjust formation, and get ready to chase him down.”

Luke hid in a corner and tossed his M1014 and gun backpack onto the ground.

He was seriously injured and in dire straits; he had to demonstrate this. Otherwise, he would be letting down the forty-plus Camorra guards who had died!

He took some of John’s blood and smeared it on the wall. He nodded in satisfaction and took out his Glock.

25 men. Two clips probably weren’t enough.

After all, he had to use John’s most commonly used Mozambique Drill technique, and it was best if each person was shot twice.

But he couldn’t really kill all of them.

If he did that, there would be no witnesses to confirm that the Boogeyman was seriously injured, which would make it hard for him to complete his mission!

If he wasn’t heavily injured, would Santino really dare chase him down?

Let’s see which one of you is unlucky enough to run in front of my gun on your own! Luke thought to himself as he prepared to retreat.

He was now at a 4-way intersection in a passage in the southwest.

The guards who had “shot” him earlier were in the southeastern passage, and the guards who were rushing over from the northwest had cut through to the west to block his escape path.

In his earpiece, he heard the two teams coordinate. They were preparing to divide his attention and attack at the same time from the front and back.

When they started counting down, so did Luke.

When the guards behind him rushed out, he darted past the entrance of the passage and limped toward a passage in the north.

F*ck! The leaders of the two teams cursed in their hearts.

This fellow was really too slippery!

Previously, this hitman had been trying his best to approach the underground exit in the southwest, making them think that he would choose to break through the guards in the southwest again.

In the end, this fellow suddenly turned around and caught them off guard.

However, the two teams had already started moving. Furthermore, they noticed that the man in the suit had slowed down a lot, and there was a large patch of blood on the wall in one corner, as well as on the ground.

“He’s lost a lot of blood. He won’t be able to run far.” One of the leaders quickly shouted, “Follow him and kill him.”

Without hesitation, the twenty or so people ran toward the passage that Luke had disappeared down.

After running more than twenty meters, they arrived at a hall.

This was the place where the old masters of the ancient castle ate while they were hiding from their enemies. It was relatively spacious.

More than twenty people guarded the passage on the southwest side. The “safe” command rang out one after another, and the entire team started to enter the center of the hall.

Just then, gunshots rang out.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

The wall lamps in the four corners of the hall went out. Other than a few dim lights coming from the passageways, most of the hall was thrown into darkness.

“Careful!” There was a tense shout.

The leader of the guards was giving everyone a reminder.

He already knew who they were facing.

Boogeyman John was a legendary hitman who had killed more than a hundred monsters.

What everyone knew about the Boogeyman was how he viciously slaughtered people in the dark.

The other party hadn’t done anything like this earlier, so the nervous leader hadn’t thought about it.

Now, the leader suddenly recalled the people who had been hunted by the Boogeyman in the dark.

But it was too late.

Almost as soon as the leader yelled, Luke disappeared again.

Close combat skills, activate!

In the dark, he didn’t need to pretend to be injured. He rushed to the leader’s side in the middle of the hall almost instantly. He held out his two Glocks, pressed them under the armpits of the leader and another guard, and pulled the triggers.

Pa! Pa!

The bullets entered their chests. They froze and collapsed.

Luke shifted so that their bodies covered him. As he spun around, the muzzles of the two Glocks burst with sparks.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

A storm of gunshots resounded in the hall, followed by a series of screams.

The guards were tense after their leader’s warning. When they heard the gunshots, they retreated in terror and pressed themselves against the wall to try and avoid being hit by stray bullets in the hall.

However, the bullets followed them closely, killing the guards closest to the passageway first, and then the guards who were retreating in all directions.

Although this hall wasn’t small, it was still just an ancient temporary shelter, and only about 30 square meters in size.

This meant that none of the guards were more than ten meters away from Luke.

Within a range of ten meters, Luke’s accuracy was very close to 100%.

The guards fell like wheat being cut, but the guns in their hands kept firing.

Countless bullets whizzed past, and the hall was lit up by the continuous flash of gunfire before quickly turning dark again.

Even before Luke could attack, some guards were hit by stray bullets, and they screamed as they collapsed.

Luke, who had already put on his infrared glasses, looked at the people who were falling down. Instead of killing them all, he counted them silently. Ten, nine, eight, seven, okay!

The gunshots stopped abruptly! The hall turned dark again.

In just ten seconds, only seven of the guards in the hall were still alive.

These were the witnesses Luke was leaving behind for Santino.