William said with a smile, "Of course, as long as what you say satisfies me, I won't kill you.
Looking at your palms, I can tell you're someone who hasn't fired a gun, but your close-combat skills must be very good.
Your fists are full of calluses.
Have you been practicing boxing for many years?"
Luke nodded eagerly, saying, "Yes, I've been practicing boxing since I was a child.
My father hired many masters to teach me."
William put the gun in his hand onto his waist.
"Now, can you tell me where you saw that girl?
I promise not to kill you.
If you don't tell me, you die.
If you tell me, I'll go find trouble with your cousin.
Think carefully, is it you who dies or your brother?"
Luke didn't hesitate for a few seconds after hearing this and said, "Heaven Street, number 18, the red gate."
William took out a military plastic zip tie and secured Luke's hands.
Without scissors, there was no way to break free from these military zip ties; the more you struggled, the tighter they became, digging directly into the flesh of your wrists.
And William, that guy, not only tied Luke's wrists but also added another zip tie to bind his two thumbs, causing Luke to grimace in pain.
William pulled Luke up and said, "Very good, now let's go, Luke.
Once I confirm what you said is true, I will release you."
Luke stood up and felt even more pain in his arms.
With his hands tied behind his back, even a slight movement of his thumbs sent excruciating pain through him.
However, this guy was indeed someone who had practiced boxing since childhood.
Enduring the severe pain, he walked in front, heading towards William's parked car.
William no longer had time to worry about the more than 20 girls.
Besides, all the armed and capable guys in the gravel pit had already been taken out by William, so these girls were temporarily safe.
When they reached William's car, William tossed Luke into the trunk and drove towards Heaven Street.
About ten minutes after leaving the quarry, the police finally arrived, late.
William grumbled inwardly, "It's been almost an hour, and the police are just arriving.
These guys are really inefficient."
Three hours later, William found the red-gated house at number 18 on Heaven Street, as Luke had described.
He sensed that there were no less than 30 people living on the three floors of this house, and all the rooms on the third floor held girls, all lying motionless on beds.
This must be the place.
However, he didn't stop but drove straight past, because he sensed that Luke in the trunk had used a small dagger hidden in his sleeve to cut through the zip ties on his hands.
William drove to a secluded spot, got out of the car, and opened the trunk.
As soon as it opened, the trunk door was violently pushed open, and then a small dagger lunged towards William's heart.
William was already prepared, and he hadn't planned on letting Luke go anyway.
Luke was overly confident in his close-combat abilities, believing he could definitely kill William with a surprise attack.
However, his anticipated dagger thrust into William's heart didn't happen.
As soon as Luke thrust the dagger, William grabbed Luke's wrist, and his left hand delivered a punch to Luke's nose.
With a thud, Luke's nose was instantly shattered by William, and in excruciating pain, Luke involuntarily clutched his nose with his left hand, screaming in agony.
William showed him no mercy.
After delivering the punch, he gripped Luke's dagger-wielding fist with his left hand, and with a slap to his right wrist, Luke's extended right arm immediately bent.
William then guided Luke's fist, still holding the dagger, towards Luke's own neck.
With a "thwack," the small dagger in Luke's hand plunged into his own neck.
Luke looked at William with an expression of disbelief, clutching his neck with both hands, trying to staunch the bleeding, but it was all in vain.
Luke stared at William, whispering, "Just wait for our revenge," then began to continuously spit blood before slowly collapsing in the trunk, his heart stopped.
William felt no pity for this; if they wanted to kill him, they had to be prepared to be killed by him.
Seeing that Luke was no longer breathing, he closed the trunk door, got into the car, and headed for 18 Paradise Street. He had sensed that there were no cameras on this street when he passed it earlier. William parked his car not far from number 18, put on his hat, mask, and gloves, got out of the car, and walked towards building number 18.
Upon reaching the entrance, William sensed two people behind the door. William looked around, then suddenly rushed to the corner of the wall, stepped on a protruding strip on the corner, leaped up, and grabbed the wall of number 18 with both hands. He pulled himself up and jumped onto the wall.
The two guys sitting behind the door, smoking and drinking beer, watched William fly over the wall in astonishment. Just as they were about to reach for their guns, they were hit in the forehead by two throwing knives William flung. With two soft thuds, the knives pierced their brains, and they immediately lost consciousness, slumping to the ground.
Lightly jumping down from the wall, William picked up the two fallen men and threw them into a small room nearby. William briskly walked up the stone steps, glanced around the entrance, and then sensed that there were six or seven guys on the first floor who hadn't gone to bed yet and were watching a football game. Some people were sleeping in beds on the second floor, and the third floor was where the girls were kept.
William quietly climbed to the second floor. Outside a room, he heard someone talking on the phone in Albanian, which William didn't understand. However, judging by the man's angry tone, he seemed to be cursing loudly. William immediately knew something was wrong. Sure enough, many people on the second floor got out of bed after hearing his curses.
William cursed inwardly, "Goddammit!"
He had originally planned to quietly deal with these guys, but now it seemed impossible. William quickly pulled out two Glock 17s with silencers from under his arm and started firing at the two closed wooden doors in front of him. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the gunshots rang out. Although the gunshots weren't loud, it was late at night, and even with silencers, the sound was still considerable.
The two guys behind the door were instantly headshotted by William through the wooden door. What he loved most was this kind of close-quarters combat because, in such a place, William could sense any movement behind doors and within tens of meters, even with his eyes closed.
After hearing the sound of bullets penetrating the wooden doors, the people on the second floor started shouting. Although William didn't understand what they were saying, he could guess they were yelling about an enemy attack. William sensed a guy behind him approaching his wooden door, turned around, and fired a shot through the wooden door, headshotting another person.
With three guys eliminated, only two remained on the second floor. Feeling that the guy on the phone was about to come out, William instantly flashed to the side of the door. As soon as the person in the room opened the door and stepped out, William shot him low in the neck, then followed up with a punch that knocked him unconscious.
At this moment, the people on the first floor, hearing the commotion on the second floor, grabbed their guns, opened their doors, and cautiously crept upstairs.
William quickly ducked onto the third-floor staircase. After about ten seconds, he saw a group of people rushing up. William let three people run onto the second floor, then flashed out onto the third-floor staircase and fired fiercely at the remaining people still climbing the stairs. After eliminating the people on the stairs with several thuds, William's left-hand Glock 17 fired at the three people in the second-floor hallway.
After three rapid shots, silence fell. Now, only one conscious guy remained on the second floor, holding a gun and hiding in his room. William wasn't in a hurry to deal with him. Instead, he used his mental perception to check the vital signs of the shot individuals. After confirming they were all dead, William ejected the magazines from his Glock 17s and loaded two new ones.
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