The two brawny men next to the tattooed man fired without hesitation and the sound of gunshots rang out.
But the moment they fired, Luke suddenly shifted one meter to the side. Crouching, he leapt forward to squeeze past the tattooed man and one of the bodyguards so that he was behind them.
Wresting the M1911 from the tattooed man, he didn't even raise it and swiveled the muzzle left and right.
Bam! Bam!
The two bodyguards had only turned around halfway, when their hands dropped limply, and each of them had a hole in their head.
Luke heaved another sigh. "Like I said, isn't it nice to earn easy money? Why the need for murder?" Saying that, he raised the gun.
The middle-aged man was sweating hard. Even though there was the smell of burning hair from where the gun was pressed to the back of his head, he didn't dare move.
