Chapter 42
The sturdy man reacted swiftly as well. He instantly noticed that Luke was swaying a lot quicker than he should be, and was thus robbed of the chance to draw his gun. The man’s palm, which was already raised to his chest, turned into a fist as he punched right at Luke’s head.
An expert!
Luke was alarmed at the realization.
This level of vigilance and flexibility in combat only proved that this guy was no ordinary street thug.
Luke was still nimble, however, so he abruptly bent even lower, dodging the incoming fist.
After he bent over, with half of his back to the man, both his hands shot out and grabbed the man’s arm before locking it on his shoulder.
As Luke pushed with his legs, his shoulder shot up while his hands pulled down at the same time with even more force.
With a crack, the man’s right arm was twisted grotesquely out of shape.
The man yelled while his left hand reached for the combat knife that hung at his waist.
But before he could even touch the hilt of the knife, Luke bent over again. Taking one step back, Luke repositioned himself so that he was on the right side behind the man.
He was still holding firmly onto the man’s broken arm. In his new position, Luke twisted the arm again.
The man cried out again, and stopped reaching for the knife.
The intense pain from his broken arm wasn’t something an ordinary person could endure, and this man was no exception.
Luke was still completely calm, and didn’t stop moving just because his opponent was wailing. He abruptly tackled the man and pushed him to the floor.
The fall twisted and jarred the man’s broken arm once again, and he was assailed with intense pain once more. This time, he was already too powerless to even cry out. His body merely twitched on the ground.
Once again, Luke displayed a nimbleness no ordinary person had. He quickly wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, and twisted.
A crack rang out, and the body beneath him fell still.
Luke quickly scanned his surroundings to find that nobody was headed his way.
Although his current position was rather quiet, the music was blasting loudly outside. The people outside couldn’t hear anything that was happening in here.
Luke dragged the body into the bathroom and searched it. He found another M1911, two magazines, and a gun holster. He then locked the body into another cubicle.
Luke studied the newly obtained M1911. He found that this gun had a double stack magazine, with double the bullet capacity of the first pistol he had gotten. Unfortunately, used as he was to the Glock’s size, the grip of this gun was a tad too large for him.
Nevertheless, there were around 50 bullets in total when the two magazines were put together. He didn’t throw them away. Instead, he put on the other holster and stuffed the new gun inside as well.
He took less than two minutes to do everything.
After thinking about it, Luke decided to pick up the unconscious waitress and take her to the ladies’ bathroom next door, where he stuffed her into a random cubicle.
When he came out, he stumbled upon two women outside the bathroom.
When they saw a man come out, they blanked out before staring at the sign on the door.
The sign confirmed that this was the ladies’ bathroom.
Luke looked at the two woman and assumed a drunk and bewildered expression. “What are you looking at? You want me to screw both of you at the same time?” When he said that, he lifted his belt, as if he had just put on his pants, before he left.
The two women merely looked at each other, shrugged, and entered the bathroom.
Soon, they found a locked door. One of them was curious and climbed the cubicle wall to find a woman snoring inside. Sexy black lacy underwear hung off one of the woman’s legs.
The woman who had just come in immediately understood what was going on and curled her lip as she said disdainfully, “Sure enough, that horny couple just finished their business here. The man ran off after he was done, and left the b*tch snoring on the toilet. What a scumbag.”
The other woman didn’t seem to care. “So what? Apart from scum and b*tches, what else can you find here?”
The two then broke out in contemptuous laughter.
You wouldn’t find any good people here. In fact, they acknowledged that both of them were also b*tches.
Little did they know, a good man had actually arrived tonight. A good man who was here to kill.
As Luke walked, he familiarized himself with the holster under his armpit.
Like many police officers, his holster had always hung on his waist. Now that the gun was under his armpit, he wasn’t quite accustomed to it.
Robert, on the other hand, was clearly used to this.
Luke had Robert’s basic firearms and basic special combat skills. Thus, after walking just ten meters, Luke already felt at home.
At present, he was standing in front of a door.
Before entering the club, Luke had discovered that there were also people at the back, but he didn’t know what they were doing there.
What would there be in the back of a club owned by a crime family?
Luke was certain it wouldn’t be something like a VIP room. The front of the club was enough for customers to do whatever they were here for. No private rooms were required at all.
From the information provided by Chris, this place was the Carlos Family’s headquarters.
More importantly, according to the intelligence, Diego Carlos enjoyed the club atmosphere immensely. Thus, he spent a lot of his time here.
If Diego Carlos was here, most of his underlings would be here as well.
Luke pushed the door open and found two men staring at him coldly.
Luke immediately smiled. “Hehe, where’s the bathroom? I need to pee.”
The two men appeared impatient and one of them was already reaching into his jacket while the other stepped forward and said, “F*ck off or die.”
Luke currently reeked of liquor, and there were also traces of white powder on his face. With one glance, the two concluded that he was one of those high, idiotic tourists. That was why they didn’t do anything to him at first.
From this, it was clear that they weren’t as vigilant as the big guy whom Luke had encountered in front of the bathroom.
Luke quickly scanned his surroundings. There weren’t any surveillance cameras here.
It was still the year 2003; even a major cartel would still be clueless about using technology, to say nothing of a puny Carlos Family.
In Luke’s previous life, it had been the year 2018. At that time, these cartels were already so advanced that they even had surveillance on numerous government agencies.
Luke staggered forward toward the guy who was reaching for his gun. With his overwhelming strength and dexterity, he slammed the man into the wall before punching him right in his Adam’s apple.
He stuck out one of his fingers when he punched the man, causing the latter’s Adam’s apple to cave in. The man’s eyes rolled back in his head as he clutched at his neck with both hands.
Meanwhile, Luke reached for the gun under the man’s arm and pulled it out.
After drawing the gun, he chucked it at the other guy who was just starting to draw his own gun.