These trump cards resulted in half of their "comrades" instantly losing their combat ability.
The originally intact defense line was like a pile of sand under an incoming flood. After the huge waves passed, only foam remained.
Luke considerately switched targets to these "temporary teammates" who had helped stop most of the hitmen from running away and gave them his warm greetings.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
He fired twelve times in a row, and a dozen previously unharmed hitmen who were fleeing like crazy fell one after another.
With a thought, Luke reloaded the Colt King Cobra.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
Brushing past the last four killers, Luke stopped almost as soon as he shot them in the head.
Looking around, he unhurriedly took out his left revolver and reloaded the ordinary way for the first time that night.
