Chapter 150 John’s Furious Charge, and Luke’s Silent Assistance

Ten seconds later, Luke landed at the bottom of the elevator shaft.

After checking his surroundings with Sharp Nose, he left through the elevator doors on the second floor.

Luke quietly walked along the second floor with his Sharp Nose fully activated.

There were roughly thirty criminals scattered around on the first floor, who were opening fire and retreating at the same time. There was a person who was shooting back at them from around the first corner.

It was none other than the resolute Detective John McClane.

Luke observed the battle from the stairs and didn’t help John immediately.

Suddenly, his face changed. He went downstairs again to the underground garage.

Luke scanned the garage from the cover of the door.

Two vans were parked not far away, and someone was loading something into a nondescript Ford.

Luke squinted.

He saw that Hans was near the Ford, and the woman he had with him seemed to be John’s wife, called Holly Gennero or something like that.

Luke wouldn’t have recognized her if he hadn’t seen her photo at the receptionist’s when he first arrived.

Was Hans going to run away?

Luke thought for a moment. Was it possible that Hans had gotten his hands on the bearer bonds that were worth 640 million?

Luke certainly couldn’t let him get away.

For one thing, Hans was the culprit tonight. For another, he was running away with valuable bearer bonds.

Given Luke’s understanding of the system, he would gain tremendous experience and credit for capturing Hans and retrieving the bonds.

The gunshots were drawing closer from the first floor.

Luke knew that Detective John had to be attacking the criminals like crazy.

He seized the opportunity to take action.

Bending slightly, Luke rushed toward the two vans. Some criminals were already running for the vans from another exit, and Detective John was chasing them.

Thanks to Detective John’s distraction, Luke managed to get within ten meters of the vans.

He stood behind a pillar and waited for the right moment.

When the gunfight at the exit was at its fiercest, Luke pulled the trigger of his UMP as he aimed roughly 1.2 meters off the ground and hit the vans with a barrage.

Da Da! Da Da! Da Da!

A straight line of bullet holes that were almost evenly distributed were left on the vans. Cries and screams burst out.

Luke didn’t stop. He reloaded his UMP and swivelled to shoot the other van.

Da Da! Da Da! Da Da!

The people in the second van also screamed.

His gunshots were drowned out by the criminals’ gunfire as they were also using UMPs, so few people noticed anything wrong.

The criminals lost their cool.

They were so annoyed by the pesky Detective John that they almost puked blood. This man also liked to mock them over the walkie-talkie. He had grabbed all their attention.

That was the reason why they had no idea that another invisible detective was on a killing spree in the plaza.

They involuntarily thought that Detective John was responsible for everything.

Some things didn’t feel right, like when their fellows died on the roof and on the 31st floor at the same time. Detective John certainly couldn’t split himself into two.

However, the criminals were too anxious to really consider the anomaly.

Luke thus successfully stayed off the radar and ambushed the criminals as they retreated.

He didn’t feel any delight, however – he wouldn’t let himself feel anything while he was in battle.

After emptying two magazines, Luke reloaded the gun without any hesitation and killed the criminals who appeared at the exit one by one.

Da Da! Da Da! Da Da!

The criminals screamed and fell near the exit as they were running.

They had been frightened by the screams in the vans and didn’t know where to go; now, they no longer needed to think about it, since they were already dead.

An engine started, and there was the squeal of rubber tires on the ground as the Ford dashed out, obviously determined to flee.

Luke stopped. Leaning against the pillar, he reloaded his gun and fired at the Ford’s tires.

Though it wasn’t the best position for shooting, Luke had a UMP in his hand.

The gun had little recoil and was quite accurate, allowing Luke to blow up the car’s tires with the sheer number of bullets.

Could he have mistaken it for someone else’s car? That would be impossible.

It was Christmas Eve, and only Nakatomi Corporation had a party tonight; all the other companies who used the building were on vacation.

The Ford was the only other car parked next to the vans in the underground garage.

Luke quickly switched locations and hid behind another cement pillar, before he unhurriedly reloaded his UMP.

It was his last magazine, but Luke didn’t think he would get the chance to use it.

At the exit, a man roared, “Hans Gruber!”

Luke raised an eyebrow and craned his head.

Detective John McClane was soaked in blood, his white vest now a ragged mess of gray, black and red, and his pants torn at the hem.

His feet wrapped in cloth, the detective hobbled out of the exit, holding a UMP. His eyes were full of fury.

Luke was stunned.

Detective John was so hardcore. He still wouldn’t let Hans go, even when he was so terribly wounded.

On the other side, the door of the Ford finally opened, and Hans emerged with a beautiful woman in front of him.

It was none other than Holly Gennero, John’s wife.

Luke quickly shook his head.

From the conversation he overheard just now, Luke knew that John McClane was probably a man that could be flattered, but not threatened.

The more you threatened him, the fiercer his retaliation would be.

Say that his shooting only rated 80 points – if someone used his wife or daughter to threaten him, it would become 100 points, or even 120 points, allowing him to blow up anyone’s head.

Just now, Detective John had mentioned on the walkie-talkie that he had killed six criminals.

He had blown up the men with RPGs on the second floor with C4.

There were also two criminals in the CEO’s office at the top who were riddled with bullet holes.

Luke finally relaxed.

It took time for Sharp Nose to fully investigate an environment, and Luke finally had the lay of the underground garage.

There were no more criminals behind him; everybody was clustered around the two exits.

Hans pointed the gun at Holly’s head and said, “Drop your gun and raise your hands, Detective McClane.”