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With a reward of $100,000, these gang members rushed forward like chicken blood.

Of course they had confidence.

If they could still lose with 50 or 60 people fighting two, why would they bother? They might as well just slit their throats and commit suicide.

Unfortunately, the people they met today were not ordinary people.

Facing the enemy's massive advance, Tommy was not panicked at all, and even puffed on his cigar leisurely.

After the group of people below got close enough, he raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the fatal trigger.

The HK416 spewed out flames, like a sickle wielded by the god of death. Just a light sweep in the middle of the crowd, dozens of enemies fell down.

In just a moment, the huge team of 50 or 60 people just now was immediately reduced by more than half.

With such heavy casualties, the morale of the Russian gang plummeted.

The group of surviving guys no longer had the courage just now, and turned around and ran away one by one, each looking for a shelter to hide.

Human life is so fragile.

The teammates who were talking and laughing just now were now lying on the ground with their heads blown off.

If it weren't for the smell of blood in the air, they would have thought they were still alive. Otherwise, how could such an outrageous thing happen?

Kirill, who was commanding from the rear, was also shocked at this moment.

He suddenly doubted whether he had come to the wrong place.

This was not a church shootout, but a Hollywood set.

No, it should be said that even Hollywood movies would not dare to be filmed so bizarrely.

Kirill counted and found that there were about thirty bodies lying on the ground.

This number was just enough to make up a magazine.

In other words, the guy on the rooftop opposite had a perfect shot, and the hit rate was 100%.

This mysterious shooting skill could no longer be simply described as terrible, but had risen to the level of horror, making his scalp numb and his back sweat.

"Boss, what should we do next?"

According to his idea, he didn't want to fight anymore.

The battle had just begun, and he had already lost half of his men. If he continued to fight, wouldn't he have to kill all of them?

But Kirill couldn't make his own decision on such an order to retreat.

Only his boss Vigo was qualified to speak.

"Take away all the documents that can be taken away, and as for those banknotes and gold bars, don't take them all!"

In front of his men, Vigo forced himself to be calm and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief.

But his pale face, which was so pale that it had no blood, had betrayed his heart.

"What the hell!"

If he had known that Tommy was so powerful, he would have sold everything, blood, and kidneys to get $100 million together.

But it was too late to say anything now.

Things had developed to this point, and the grudges between the two sides had been completely formed.

The most urgent thing was that he had to escape from here as soon as possible, get through this hurdle first, and then consider what happened next.

"That damn bastard!"

Thinking of the cause of all this, Vigo punched the wall, his teeth were about to break with hatred.

At this moment, he had some doubts in his heart, wondering if that damned little bastard was his own.

Otherwise, how could he have caused such a big disaster for him?

The only thing to be thankful for was that the group of men who survived before had now retreated to the church.

There were nearly thirty people left.

With the terrible shooting skills shown by Tommy, these people alone would definitely not be able to match him.

But if they retreated, it might still be worth watching.

Outside the church, the nearest SUV was parked less than a hundred meters away from the gate.

As long as he could rush through this last section of the road, then he would be able to escape and have a bright future.

However, it was easy to think about, but it was very difficult to do.

Kirill led his men to rush in two waves, with fewer and fewer people around him, but the results were pitifully small.

The farthest they rushed was only thirty or forty meters, and before they reached half the distance, they left behind seven or eight bodies and were driven back by bullets.

It was not easy to make a feint to the east and attack in the west.

While his men were attracting attention at the front door, Vigo wanted to sneak out from the back door.

But just as he showed his head, he suddenly heard the whistling sound of bullets in his ears, and he immediately retreated back to the church in fear.

Seeing the ugly expression on Kirill's face, Vigo seemed to understand something, and subconsciously reached out to touch the ear, but found nothing there, only a slippery warmth.

"Ear... gone?"

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Vigo's face was as sad as a bereaved mother.

He understood that Tommy intended to spare his life and play tricks on him in this way.

Otherwise, with the opponent's shooting skills, he could definitely shoot him in the head, instead of just taking half of his ear like now.

After thinking about this clearly, Vigo's spirit was completely dispersed.

For this operation, he almost used all his elite troops, and now so many were lost. Even if he could go back alive, he might not be able to sit in a stable position.

The Russian gang was discouraged, but the atmosphere on the rooftop opposite the church was quite cheerful.

Franklin was so excited to see Tommy's "performance" up close.

He had never thought that there was such a superb shooting skill in the world.

This was not something a human could do, it was simply a superman!

If the venue was not inappropriate, Franklin would even want to do an impromptu dance to express how excited he was.

"Okay, it's time to call it a day."

After reloading the magazine, Tommy decided to end this cat-and-mouse game.

Since the time has come, he should stop as soon as possible.

If Vigo doesn't want to call the police, it will be a big deal.

Tommy threw the HK416 behind him, and Franklin smiled and caught it immediately.

Just now, he saw how Tommy showed his power and witnessed the power of this treasure.

Although it seems that there is no need to fire again, he can at least satisfy his desire.

The two of them went down the rooftop one after another and soon came to the church.

At this moment, only Vigo and his deputy Kirill were still breathing inside the church.

Seeing Tommy appear, Kirill, unwilling to give up, wanted to make a final struggle.

But before he raised the muzzle of the gun, a 12.7mm caliber bullet flew towards him first, hitting his forehead accurately and blowing his entire head.

As expected of a weapon specially used for hunting, the M500 is really powerful.

In addition, Tommy discovered another advantage.

Because it was a prop obtained by lottery, this M500 was usually stored in the prop column. As long as he thought about it, it would appear in his hand, saving the time of drawing the gun and making him shoot faster.

Of course, in order to prevent outsiders from seeing the trick, except for some specific situations, he would still pretend and pretend.

Thoughts returned to reality.

Tommy held a cigar in his mouth, put the revolver against Vigo's head, exhaled a puff of smoke, and spoke in a flat tone.

"Vigo Tarasov, where is my money?"