Chapter 130: Playing Baseball Isn’t Enforcing the Law

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The enormous impact caused the driver to collapse, and he was too dizzy to react.

Playing baseball didn’t have anything to do with enforcing the law, right? Luke muttered to himself and punched the driver in the back of the head.

Then, he groped around for the driver’s gun and picked up his baseball, putting them both in his pocket.

The gun would be handy in an emergency, as long as no one found out that Luke was the shooter.

Luke sped up after he took care of the driver.

The four women were about to be surrounded. In a few minutes, they would have to surrender if they didn’t want to be killed.

Luke, who intended to take advantage of the chaos, certainly wouldn’t allow that to happen.

From thirty meters away, Luke saw Sergei grab his lackey’s AK and aim at a fleeing robber.

Luke exclaimed inwardly. It was the electrifying woman whom Sergei was aiming at. Luke certainly couldn’t allow that.

He came to a stop and adopted the standard pitching stance as he then flung the baseball with his right hand. It flew in a straight line and hit the AK in Sergei’s hand.

Sergei was still grinning hideously when the baseball knocked his AK askew.

Unfortunately, it caused him to subconsciously tighten his grip, and he pulled the trigger.

As a result, the AK opened fire in a circle.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Sergei was dumbfounded. Three of his men were down, presumably dead, and the lucky survivors looked at him in fear.

Sergei, however, didn’t know what happened at all.

Luke’s throw had broken the Major Baseball League’s record for fastest pitch.

He had unleashed all his strength in order to save the electrifying woman. The speed of the baseball had been more than 180 kilometers per hour.

Thanks to Luke’s distraction, the women had the time to catch their breaths as they ran another twenty meters away.

Luke, in the meantime, turned on his fake phone and took a photo of Sergei with his AK and the three bodies next to him.

With this photo and the AK in his hand, Sergei would definitely be found guilty of murder.

After all, even Sergei himself didn’t know what happened. Nobody would be able to pin it on Luke.

Suddenly, Luke spotted a familiar person.

Stunned for a moment, Luke felt alarms go off in his head. Shoot, why was that disastrous guy here?!

At one end of the blockade was Watson, who was running toward Luke with his gun.

Then… he aimed at the women and shouted, “Haha, gotcha! Freeze! NYPD!”

Luke: “…”

The four women: “…”

In the next moment, bullets rained down on Watson. Both he and the long-legged women hurried to take cover.

Luke couldn’t help but wonder if the man really was stupid enough to overlook the bandits with rifles behind the women. Did he want to be praised so much that he didn’t care about his own life?

Thanks to Watson, the pressure on the women was lifted a little, because not only did he have a gun, he had also shouted “NYPD.” Naturally, the criminals would rather finish him off first.

Luke observed coldly as Watson crawled in between the cars. He couldn’t help but shake his head.

At that moment, Elsa finally sent him a message. “A deal has been made. You can take action now.”

Luke thought for a moment and asked, “Hey, it won’t be a problem if I kill too many people, right?” Sergei had too many men, and it would be hard for Luke to try and not kill all of them.

Elsa replied, “It’s fine, you can take down as many of those carrying heavy firearms as possible. However, Sergei has to be captured alive.”

Luke said, “Got it. You keep an eye on the battlefield and tell me if anything goes wrong.”

“I will. Be careful,” said Elsa.

Luke bent down and moved forward cautiously before he hid himself behind the tire of a truck.

He had more than thirty enemies. He would be an idiot if he shot at them openly.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Two gang members who were brazenly opening fire next to the road fell without a sound!

Luke rolled under the bottom of the truck to take cover behind another tire.

Bang! Bang!

A gang member who had been charging forward collapsed!

Luke crawled out from under the truck and crouched down. A moment later, he suddenly aimed to the right.

Two gang members were running and shouting as they emerged between two cars.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

They fell immediately.

Luke quickly turned his gun to the left, where another gang member was looking at his dead comrades in surprise.

Bang! Bang!

With the same surprise on his face, the gang member dropped to the ground twitching, before he fell still.

This string of attacks took less than a minute. Luke moved around car corners and didn’t stop after hitting each foe.

He shifted targets each time he pulled the trigger. Very quickly, seven of Sergei’s gang members were killed.

That was one fifth of the men that Sergei had brought with him, and they were a major part of the force. The fleeing robbers immediately noticed the change.

They didn’t know what was going on, but they quickly switched directions and retreated.

If they didn’t, they would run into more gang members up ahead since they were surrounded.

Since Luke had killed the gang members in the rear, Sergei’s siege was now like a net with a hole in the bottom. The robbers immediately escaped through the hole.

Luke didn’t follow them. He simply hid underneath a truck as they fled.

Like a ghost, he shot Sergei’s men from under the cars when they chased after the robbers.

He shot from up close and under cover every time. One of Sergei’s men would fall each time he opened fire.

The gang members further away couldn’t see him at all as they watched their accomplices fall one after another amid the gunshots.

By the time Sergei’s men at the front of the blockade returned, fifteen of their comrades had collapsed on the road.

Including the seven gang members in the rear, Luke had killed 22 people in ten minutes, not counting the truck driver he had knocked out and the three men that had died at Sergei’s hand.

Now, Sergei looked at his ten remaining subordinates. He wasn’t angry, but fearful instead. What was going on? Had he run into a super killer?

The thought that it could be a police officer never crossed Sergei’s mind. The guy was terrifying enough to kill more than twenty of his men without a word.

He had never heard of an officer as ruthless as this in New York.

Sergei decided to retreat.