Luke and the young employee arrived at the garage, and the young employee gestured, "Your car is here."
Luke pointed to the driver's seat and said, "Drive, take me out."
Young employee: “Huh?”
A moment later, an extended version of Lincoln drove out of the garage.
Throwing the roll of dollars onto the passenger seat, he said, "Okay, park the car in the underground parking lot in front."
He didn't know how to use the car, he just spent some money to get the manager out of the way in order to save time.
After arriving at the underground parking lot, he chased away the young employee who had received the last roll of extra money and threw the car keys directly into the glove box of the Lincoln.
Anyway, the young employee said that the car rental company has a positioning system, and they will find him when the time comes, so he doesn't have to bother returning the car with his fake identity.
Luke got on the second-hand Polonaise next to him and headed southeast.
Looking at the route that Miss Beth and her Mercedes-Benz had taken on the notebook, he raised the corners of his mouth and said, "She is definitely a willful young lady."
Along the way, he was in a relatively relaxed mood.
This operation has no absolute target, and it is unclear whether Miss Beth will get into trouble.
The open car windows let in the summer breeze, and the scenery in Poland in July is quite beautiful.
The roadside is full of green, with occasional buildings with orange-red roofs and white-beige walls. Their cute square or round shapes make them look like small castles in fairy tales, full of a dreamy atmosphere.
Luke could only sigh and could not stay.
In fact, Warsaw’s cultural landscape and artistic atmosphere are no worse than those of Paris. It is also an art capital that many painters like to visit.
If I have time, I can come back and play here for two days, he thought to himself.
At nightfall, Luke dumped the second-hand Polonaise in Poland and quietly crossed the border into Slovakia.
He got out of the storage space a Vespa scooter that he and Polonaise had bought second-hand, and he drove more than a hundred kilometers into Slovakia.
A road sign finally appeared not far away: "Natural hot springs, Noria town scenery, welcome!"
He turned the car and drove into the small road.
After walking for a few dozen minutes, we arrived at a small town. Like many European towns, it is old, small and full of literary and artistic atmosphere.
Luke rode his motorcycle slowly through the streets, analyzing the various smells in the air and slowly passing through the town.
At the eastern edge of town, he killed the engine and stepped off the pedal.
Looking at the dark and gloomy forest, the tall trees, some straight and some crooked, are looming in the night, as scary as monsters and demons.
Luke didn't stop and walked straight into the woods.
After walking a few dozen meters, there was a small bonfire burning in a pit, occasionally making crackling sounds. Next to the bonfire were small sheds made of various iron sheets and wooden boards, about twenty or thirty of them.
Luke walked into the pit without stopping.
There was a noise, and children came out from the small sheds one by one.
There were both male and female, young and old, about seven or eight of them, but the oldest was only in his early teens, and the youngest seemed to be only five or six years old.
The children stared at Luke in silence; no one said a word.
Luke finally spoke up: "I want to ask for some information. Three American girls, in their early twenties, appeared here between yesterday and today."
The silence continued.
Luke felt in his pocket and found a roll of green bills. He threw it to a boy who was about ten years old. "Reward."
The boy reacted quickly. He caught the roll of dollars, tore off the rubber band, and quickly stretched it with his hands.
He then raised his head: "This money is not enough."
Luke chuckled and threw another roll of US dollars over.
The boy took it, checked it again and nodded, "OK, we have seen these three women. They came here to take a hot spring bath yesterday and left to the east in the afternoon."
Luke raised his eyebrows, took out another roll of US dollars from his pocket, and tossed it gently in his hand: "Height, appearance, clothes, as long as you can say it correctly, it's also yours."
The boy rolled his eyes and nodded, "No problem. One has black hair and a square face, one has blond hair and a pointed face, and the other one is... a little old, with a lot of wrinkles on his forehead. How..."
Luke suddenly stepped back, stuffed the money in his pocket, stretched out his hands, grabbed the two big boys behind him by the scruff of the neck and lifted them up.
The two older boys dropped the iron bars they were holding high in their hands to the ground, and waved their limbs in the air with horror on their faces.
Luke grinned and chuckled, "Very good, I like people who don't follow the rules the most."
Throwing the two older kids away, he reached under his armpit and a P226 appeared in his hand. He pointed it at the kid who collected the money: "Now, tell me where those three girls are, or you'll be the first to die."
At this point, he looked around and nodded with satisfaction: "There are a lot of people here. If one doesn't say anything, I'll take over as the next one. I think there are always people who want to survive here."
As he spoke, he raised three fingers of his left hand: "I'll count to three. If you don't answer, I'll ask someone else!"
"one… "
"I say." The boy pointed at the gun shouted immediately.
"Good, you can answer the questions quickly." Luke nodded with satisfaction, walked forward, picked him up, and walked more than ten meters away.
However, the muzzle of the P226 in his hand was always pointed towards the campfire.
After more than ten minutes, Luke's questioning ended.
He stretched out his hand and took out the two rolls of US dollars he had given to the child from his pocket, and then took out the roll of US dollars he had put back from his own pocket.
Luke waved the three rolls of US dollars in front of the child and threw one of them back to the child.
"Look, I'm a trustworthy person." He pointed the gun at the child's head and said, "I paid you the promised reward."
Although his life was in danger, the child's eyes involuntarily turned to the remaining two rolls of US dollars.
Luke sighed, "This is a punishment. You turned a business worth 1,200 US dollars into 400 US dollars. Do you feel bad?"
Looking at the annoyance in the child's eyes, he felt satisfied.
Regret is also a kind of punishment, and the feeling is long-lasting and unforgettable.
He tapped the kid's head with the muzzle of the gun: "Maybe next time the four hundred dollars will belong to your companions, and you won't have any use for it."
After saying that, he turned and walked out of the woods.
A group of children watched his back disappear, and then they all looked at the banknotes in the hands of the leader, feeling heartbroken: There were three rolls just now! Now there is only one roll. This is US dollars!
The leader of the kids noticed the gazes of his companions and shouted angrily, "Didn't we do this before? And he was asking for information about that group of people, why didn't you take the initiative to tell him just now?"
All the children shuddered, lowered their heads and remained silent.
After the child said this, he also felt uneasy.