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Chapter 47 The cat catches the mouse
With a reward of $100,000, these gang members rushed forward with a roar as if they were injected with chicken blood.

Of course they have confidence.

Fifty or sixty people are fighting against two. If they can still lose, then why should they waste their energy? They might as well just slit their throats and commit suicide.

It’s a pity that the person they met today was not an ordinary person.

Faced with the enemy's massive advance, Tommy remained calm and even leisurely puffed on his cigar.

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

The HK416 spewed out tongues of fire, like a scythe wielded by the god of death. It just swept lightly across the crowd, and dozens of enemies fell to the ground.

In just a moment, the huge team of fifty or sixty people was immediately reduced to half its members.

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

The group of survivors no longer had the courage they had just now. They turned around and ran away, each seeking shelter.

Human life is so fragile.

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

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

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

He suddenly began to doubt whether he had come to the wrong place.

This is not a church shootout, this is clearly a Hollywood set.

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

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

This number is just enough for one magazine.

In other words, the guy on the rooftop opposite hit the target with every shot he fired, and his hit rate reached 100%.

This mysterious and unpredictable shooting skill could no longer be described simply as terrifying; it had risen to the level of terror, causing his scalp to tingle and cold sweat to break out on his back.

"Boss, what should we do next?"

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

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

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

Only his boss, Vigo, is qualified to speak.

"Take away all the documents you can. As for the banknotes and gold bars, leave them all behind!"

In front of his men, Vigo pretended to be calm and wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief.

But his pale face betrayed his inner thoughts.

"What the hell!"

If he had known that Tommy was so capable, he would have sold everything he had, including his blood and kidneys, to raise the $100 million.

But it's too late to say anything now.

Things have developed to this point, and the feud between the two sides has been completely formed.

The most urgent thing for him was to escape from this place as soon as possible, get through this hurdle first, and then think about what happened next.

"That damned little bastard!"

Thinking about what caused all this, Vigo punched the wall, his teeth almost breaking in hatred.

At this moment, he had some doubts in his heart, wondering whether that damn little bastard was his child.

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

The only thing to be thankful for is that the group of men who survived have now retreated back to the church.

There are about thirty people left.

With the terrifying marksmanship Tommy displayed, these people alone would definitely not be able to match him.

But if they retreated, maybe there would be something to watch. Outside the church, the nearest SUV was parked less than a hundred meters away from the gate.

As long as he can get through this last section of the road, he will be able to escape and have a bright future.

However, it is easy to think but very difficult to do.

Kirill led two waves of troops to charge, but the number of people around him became fewer and fewer, and the results were pitifully small.

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

Making a feint to the east and attacking in the west doesn't work either.

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

But just as he showed his head, he suddenly heard the whistling sound of bullets, and he was so scared that he immediately shrank back into the church.

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

"Ears... gone?"

Vigo's face looked as if he had lost his parents.

He understood that Tommy was deliberately sparing his life as a way of teasing him.

Otherwise, with the opponent's marksmanship, he could definitely have shot him in the head instead of just taking away half of his ear like now.

After thinking this through, Vigo's spirit completely dissipated.

He had sent out almost all his elite troops for this operation, and now so many have been lost. Even if he could return alive, he would probably not be able to keep his position securely.

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 imagined that there was such a superb shooting skill in the world.

This is something no human can do, he is simply a superman!

If the venue was not unsuitable, Franklin would even like to perform 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 game of cat and mouse.

Now that the time has come, it's better to stop.

If Vigo gets upset and calls the police, things will get even worse.

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

Just now he saw how Tommy displayed his prowess and witnessed the power of this treasure.

Although there seemed to be no need to fire again, at least he could satisfy his desire to do so.

The two of them went down the rooftop one after the other and soon arrived at the church.

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

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

But before he could raise the gun, a 12.7mm caliber bullet flew towards him, hitting him accurately between the eyebrows and blowing his entire head apart.

As expected of a weapon designed specifically for hunting, the M500 is incredibly powerful.

In addition, Tommy discovered another advantage.

Because it was a prop won in a 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 his shots faster.

Of course, in order to prevent outsiders from discovering his tricks, except in some specific situations, he would still pretend.

The mind returns to reality.

Tommy held a cigar in his mouth, pointed the revolver at Vigo's head, and after exhaling a puff of smoke, he spoke in a flat tone.

"Vigo Tarasov, where is my money?"

(End of this chapter)