Luke frowned, but pulled out his gun and lowered the window.

This is New Jersey, a lot of dead people in the villa.

If not necessary, he would not shoot, lest it be repeatedly investigated by the New Jersey police, but he also did not want to see the police officers on duty being killed.

On the drone's picture, the man stood up a little harder and walked to open the door.

"Good evening, John." The patrol officer said hello.

"Good evening, Jimmy. Any neighbor complaining about noise?" The man named John responded calmly.

On the drone footage, the pistol behind his back did not move.

The patrolman nodded slowly: "Yes, a bit noisy." Then, he tilted his head slightly, looking into the gap called John's side, and saw the body of a black suit lying on the ground.

John also turned to look at it.

The gun in Luke's hand was raised, but he just put it in the half-open window and did not aim.

If this John wanted to break his mouth, this would be the time.

The patrolman sighed, took off his hat and scratched his head: "Are you working again?"

John looked pale: "No, just sort of clear things up."

Patrol officer: "Wow, that's it. Okay, that's it, good night John." He put on his hat and turned away.

His speed hasn't changed much.

From the side of the car, Luke could see that the patrol officer had no fear of nervousness, but a "sure enough" expression.

Apparently, the patrol officer knew John's bottom line and was not surprised that dead people appeared in his house.

Luke watched the patrolman get out of the car, also retracted the pistol and raised the window.

The John at the door of the villa consciously looked at the side of the Ford, but the windows were already closed, and he could not see Luke, which was dark in the car.

He frowned and closed the door.

There may be a passerby in the car who hears the movement, but it does not matter if the person cannot see the situation in the villa.

Luke quickly operated for a moment, parked the drone into a corner of the basement, and turned it into a fixed surveillance. This helped the soft female painter in her arms and put it back to the copilot: Alright, I can't wait to go back to your bedroom for coffee. "

Elena gave him a sigh of relief, but the expression on her face didn't mean anything against it, and she interpreted the word right and wrong.

The Ford started, turned a corner, and drove another kilometer, not far from Palland College.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

Jelena looked to the right in surprise, but couldn't see the distance, but she whispered softly, "This is ... the sound of a gun?"

Luke was a little bit sore: Wang Defa! Come again? When was New Jersey law and order so bad.

He immediately said, "... lie down, lean on my side, don't look up."

At the same time, he immediately turned off the lights and slowed down to stop.

The shot was really too close.

And from the moment Luke heard the sound of gunfire, the gunfire has been sounded hundreds of times in just a few seconds of stopping now.

Luke has already identified that at least five rifles fire at the same time. Is this going crazy?

Although it is a suburb of North Bergen, is it really okay to make such a big movement?

Just now that John was at home, a couple of twelve, didn't make such a big move.

Is it the army? Or ... mercenaries? He thought for a second time that a micro drone was released tonight.

The drone lightly crossed a small wood, and saw ten people surrounded by a small building on the second floor. They held rifles in their hands, fired alternately, and pressed toward the small building.

Luke looked at the posture of these people, and he whispered in his heart.

These ten people also wore black hoods and the same black clothes, but they were all wearing professional combat uniforms, and they were also wearing body armor, and even the plug boards were installed.

The weapons in their hands, Luke at first glance, found M4A1, AR-15 and the deadly expensive HK416, and they were all modified and fine-tuned special weapons.

Compared to the twelve masked black suits that died in John's Villa, a group of black combat uniforms here are real professionals, and obviously the military's path.

No wonder the means is so simple and rude! Luke murmured in his heart, and controlled the drone to slip into the room where the bullets were flying.

Inside the house, only three black battles fell on the kitchen door, apparently from the outside.

A head was inserted into the kitchen door panel and hung on it.

The angle at which a head dangled was weird, and the neck bone was obviously broken.

The last one was stiff, and a syringe on his neck was empty.

Luke smashed his mouth: "This is interesting."

When Ielena heard this, she couldn't help but asked quietly, "You don't want to go there? This is too dangerous."

Luke rubbed her earlobe with a hand: "Hey, I'm NYPD, and I'm not a New Jersey policeman. I don't have law enforcement rights here."

Elena was relieved. "What do you do?"

Luke: "Rest assured, I've texted the alarm."

Elena erred, and she was a little awkward about this supposedly standard answer, but she wasn't talking.

Luke was not in a hurry.

Obviously, like John just now, the residents in this small building are not ordinary people.

Three black combat suits had been lying inside, indicating that the man was at least not unprepared.

Luke gently rubbed the earlobe of the future female painter with one hand, and quickly drove the drone around the house with the other hand, just as he did a while ago.

The drone again found an open basement entrance.

He smashed and smashed his mouth: "No way! Is it the basement again?"

The drone flew in nonstop.

After a moment, Luke looked weird.

In the picture, this basement has nothing in common with the basement of Villa John just now, but now an eight-pound sledgehammer is thrown on the ground, and then a broken concrete floor, and ... a small open box under the ground.

Except for the difference in the size of the box, and the absence of residual weapons and gold coins, the rest are almost replicas of the basement of Villa John.

"What a coincidence this is ~~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Lu Ke murmured:" Muffy, every dark guy has this kind of dark grid in the basement? Moreover, they always like to pick up a sledgehammer to take weapons when the enemy comes? "

Next, everything that happened in the small building was similar to what happened in John's villa. The ten black combat uniforms that entered the small building were destroyed by the regiment within five minutes.

The bald guy in pajamas and barefoot inside was terrible.

Although his strength and speed were not exaggerated, relying on the prediction of the near-unknown prophet, he shifted silently, and let ten black combat uniforms take the initiative to send his head to his muzzle.

With one shot, the p226 did not even need to change magazines, and it killed ten black combat uniforms.

Then, the about 50-year-old bald guy picked up his packed backpack and got up to go out.

After he went out, the small building that was riddled with rifles banged and stepped off a large piece of eaves.

The bald guy didn't look back, just left the car, a "real man never looks back at the explosion".