In Rio, the sea is always so close.
In less than ten minutes, they reached the beach.
There were lights in many places, and quite a few people were chatting on the beach.
Luke walked into a store, bought some odds and ends, and found a deserted spot on the beach with Rebecca on his back.
He spread out the blanket he had just bought and laid her on it, then he smiled and said, "Would you like some juice?"
Rebecca adjusted her posture and sat on the blanket: "What juice? Give me a bottle of wine."
Luke smiled and nodded. "Okay. Guanara or jackfruit? If you don't like it, there are also guava and acerola flavors."
Rebecca stared at the smiling young man, and finally nodded helplessly: "Whatever. And... thank you."
Luke handed her a can of vine grapes and sat down himself: "No, it's a piece of cake."
For a long time, neither of them said anything.
Luke held the flashlight in his mouth and began to check the medical supplies he had just purchased.
Rebecca beside her could be heard sobbing faintly.
He didn't disturb her, but just put the big towel he bought on her, which could not only help her protect from the cool sea breeze, but also wipe her tears and nose, killing two birds with one stone.
The most he could do was to show some sympathy for what happened to Rebecca.
As a detective, and a detective in the Los Angeles Major Crimes Division, he has witnessed countless human tragedies.
Rebecca's story can't be said to be seen everywhere, but it's not even in the top ten worst series.
And for Rebecca, she didn't need any comfort.
Her enemy had been killed by her own hands, and everything would be gone with the wind.
How she wants to live her life in the future depends entirely on her own heart; no one else can do anything about it.
He pulled her right leg over, cleaned the wound quickly, and bandaged it with gauze: "It's done. You're lucky. The bullet just grazed it. The injury is not serious. It will heal in a few days."
Rebecca was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Your makeup skills are not very good, Detective Luke Coulson."
Luke was not surprised and smiled, "It's an honor to be remembered by you."
Rebecca curled her lips and said, "You are the only one I can remember who can easily subdue X, and who is also a young man."
In a sense, Rebecca and Luke are following the same path.
Find the target and use your super strength to rush over, which does not require a lot of auxiliary skills such as makeup and facial recognition.
It had been several months since Rebecca met Luke, and he had partially disguised his face, so Rebecca didn't recognize Luke immediately in the bar.
After she settled her hatred for her sister, she rarely thought about the people and things in the United States, and never thought that she would meet a Los Angeles detective in Brazil.
When Luke suddenly hugged her and dodged two attacks from Mr. X, she began to have vague doubts.
It wasn't until she talked about the last mission with Mr. X that she suddenly had an idea and remembered Luke's identity.
Finally, when she was about to die, she opened her eyes, only to find that Luke had quietly stood behind Mr. X again.
What else does she not understand
Although, she didn't know why Luke helped her, it was impossible that he was going to help Mr. X.
"Why save me?" she asked casually.
Luke hesitated for a moment and replied, "Because you are beautiful, I would like to buy you a drink?"
Rebecca laughed out loud: "Detective Luke, you are always so sweet. But I don't believe it."
Luke shrugged. "To be honest, I know you let my partner off the hook in the apartment building. And I wasn't very kind in shooting you, so I'm going to return the favor this time."
Rebecca sighed, "No. I have killed many people, and many of them may be innocent."
"But you thought they were bad guys, right?" Luke chuckled.
He felt that the innocent lives of this person were probably not many, otherwise she would have suspected the Mutual Aid Society long ago.
After all, she was unwilling to kill Luke, the young detective who shot her, so she must be more suspicious of killing other innocent people.
Judging from the shootout in the apartment building, Rebecca is a killer with a bottom line.
Unless it was an emergency, she was unwilling to even injure Donald and Selina to escape.
Of course, luckily it was Donald she injured instead of Selina.
Otherwise, Luke would still save her tonight, but he would definitely make her suffer enough before taking action at the last moment.
There is a difference between close and distant relatives, and Luke is such a protective person.
Rebecca didn't know what was going on in his mind, otherwise she would have pulled out a gun.
She just smiled bitterly: "But I killed him, that's a fact."
Luke thought for a moment and said, "Then wait until someone finds you and wants revenge, then you can worry about this issue. Don't dwell too much on the dead, being alive is the most important thing."
Rebecca was at a loss: "But what can I do if I'm alive?"
Her biological parents died because of her, and her younger sister also died.
The adoptive parents were most likely arranged by a mutual aid association. Not only did they have no feelings for each other, but their relationship was also quite bad.
This cold family environment made the young girl powerless to resist Mr. X's solicitation.
Thinking of Mr. X and his last words, her heart was filled with endless sorrow.
It is impossible to say that she has no feelings for Mr. X.
He is cold and powerful, handsome, and has good taste in dressing.
He brought her out of that cold adoptive family and gave her great power and lots of money.
But in the end, she discovered that behind it all was lies and malice from beginning to end.
Thinking of this, she felt a surge of resentment in her heart.
Even if Mr. X was roasted alive by her and his bird eggs cooked, he still couldn't get over it.
She suddenly turned around and threw herself on Luke: "I think you said you would buy me a drink?"
Luke was puzzled. "Isn't this an invitation? Are the vine grapes not tasty? Then why not try guava? I heard it's sweeter."
Rebecca was originally feeling depressed, but she couldn't help but burst out laughing when she heard this: "I'm talking about what you said when you approached me in the bar."
Luke scratched his head: "You said that I should save money to buy soda for the little girl."
Rebecca was dumbfounded: "Wth!"
What kind of brain circuit is this? How can such a person have a girlfriend
She was silent for a moment, then said unhappily, "Can you take off your poor makeup? It looks awkward."
Luke smiled.
Looking at the sky, he estimated that he would not be able to go to the wild jungle to fight the little boss today, so he started to move on his face.
In less than two minutes, everything except his wheat-colored skin returned to its original appearance.
Rebecca: "Take a picture of your face and let me see it."
Luke smiled and said, "You're going to remember this and take revenge on me later, right?" But he didn't stop moving his hands and shone the flashlight on his... chin.
Under the white flashlight shining from below, a distorted grimace suddenly appeared in her sight.