Kincaid glared at Luke: "Last time, you acted really well."
Luke gave him an injection of anesthetic and chuckled: "They are just a bunch of hooligans, you don't take it seriously."
The serious expression on Kincaid's face lasted only two seconds, and then he suddenly laughed out loud: "Same here. By the way, how is your girlfriend?"
Luke didn't even raise his head, and continued cleaning the wound: "Where's your future wife? She's not dead, is she?"
Kincaid chuckled, very proud: "Her name is Sonya Kincaid now."
Luke raised an eyebrow. "Wow, you're really quick. It's only been two months, right?"
Kincaid raised the index finger of one hand and shook it repeatedly: "No, no, no. Young man, you misunderstood. She has been called this name for a month and a half."
Luke looked up in astonishment: "That's not... just a few days?"
What he meant was that Kincaid had only known Sonya, the explosive and ferocious woman, for a few days at a bar a month and a half ago.
Kincaid was proud: "This is love. When you see her at first sight, you will feel that you must be with her, and your life will be complete."
Luke shrugged: "Well, it seems that you really have fallen in love with her."
Luke could not comment on this statement.
In his two lifetimes, he had never felt this way about any woman.
In his two lifetimes, he had come into close contact with no less than twenty women. Some he admired very much, some he felt indifferent about, but none of them was this heart-pounding and desperate.
Of course, he thought it was fine.
In life, the proportion of family, love and friendship is different for each person. He is just one of those people for whom love accounts for a very low proportion.
Next to them, watching the two people chatting and laughing freely, a female police officer became nervous and slowly retreated into the bathroom and closed the door.
After she closed the door, Luke raised his head, signaled to Kincaid, and whispered, "Don't say this little sister is your colleague."
Kincaid curled his lips: "The Interpol escorting me."
Luke understood: "That makes me feel relieved."
Kincaid was stunned: "What?"
Luke: "I don't think you can be a police officer. Well, being an undercover police officer... is still impossible."
Kincaid cursed in annoyance, unable to deny the argument: "I'm a witness."
Luke: "The witness in the prison van, the tainted witness, right?"
Kincaid: "Let the little sister tell you later. I lost too much blood and need to rest."
Luke: "This is just the effect of the anesthetic. You haven't lost more than 1,000 milliliters of blood. You won't die."
Kincaid: "I'm an old man, and a thousand milliliters would kill me."
A few minutes later, Luke treated the wound on Kincaid's leg, took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can beside him, looking at Russell with a smile on his face: "Did you find someone to take him away?"
Russell hesitated for a moment, but still nodded: "He's almost there."
Luke didn't care who was coming, he cared about something else: "Can you tell me what's going on? Kincaid wouldn't be stupid enough to be surrounded and ambushed."
Russell looked at him strangely for a moment before he said, "Don't you know what's going on?"
Luke shrugged. "I just heard the explosion and the gunshots and rushed over. I saw Kincaid with you, a policeman, so I helped you. Tell me, who wants to kill him?"
Russell was suspicious, but his face remained calm: "Because someone didn't want Kincaid to testify in court, so they hired someone to silence him."
Luke listened to the policewoman talking for a while, then simply took out a thermos from his backpack.
Seeing Russell's surprised look, he explained, "I'm just here for a trip. I made some tea in advance so I don't have to buy any drinks. Do you want some?"
Russell refused decisively: "I don't like tea."
Luke hummed, "It just so happens that I don't have much here, just enough for me to drink." Then he poured the black tea into the thermos cup with the lid and started drinking it, with no intention of being polite at all.
Poor Russell's throat was dry due to the aroma of milk tea, and he could only find a bottle of mineral water to bear it.
Of course she liked drinking black tea, but she was more afraid that there was something wrong with Luke's black tea!
The two talked on and off for almost an hour, and Luke sipped his tea slowly until it was finally finished.
Suddenly someone at the side interrupted: "This black tea is good, give me a cup."
Luke tilted the lid of his cup, poured the last half cup of black tea into his mouth, and swallowed it down with a gulp: "Yeah, I'm done."
Kincaid looked at the thermos next to him. Luke picked it up and shook it. "It's gone."
Kincaid looked at Roselle again, and the policewoman shook her head repeatedly: "There is only mineral water here, and he brought the black tea himself."
Kincaid despaired: "You're such a cheapskate."
Luke dug into his backpack and asked, "How about instant coffee? Nestle's."
Kincaid: “…Yes.”
He was injured and really needed some calories, and of course food and water as well.
Luke is not stingy.
But how could I give the tea and cup that I had drunk to a man, especially an old man
He went to the kitchen, found some instant food in the refrigerator, heated it up, put it on a large plate and brought it over: "Let's eat some together?"
Looking at Russell's tangled expression, Luke sighed helplessly: "I'm a good person, ok?"
As he said that, he reached into his waist and pressed the Glock against Russell's head.
Before she could respond, the Glock had already put the gun back into the holster. "I'm not threatening you. I just want to make it clear that if Kincaid and I want to kill you, it won't take a second."
Russell looked at Luke walking by and smiled bitterly.
Just now, Luke was holding a large plate in his hand. The action of drawing and putting away the gun did not cause the plate to shake at all, even though there was milk and food on it.
The control of this body is incredible.
After being hit so hard, she actually relaxed.
It would only take a few seconds for the two guys in the room to kill her, but she was still alive and well, which only proved that she was... insignificant.
Kincaid is a super killer with more than 20 murder charges in more than a dozen countries.
How much weaker could a person who was still chatting and laughing with Kincaid and looking calm be than him
Kincaid took a sip of the hot coffee and sighed with satisfaction: "After being shot, even instant coffee is a treat. Do you have a phone number?"
Luke pulled a prepaid cell phone from his pocket and tossed it to him.
Kincaid dialed a number, a gentle look on his face, and started talking to the other party.
Luke, who had sharp hearing, easily heard an irritable female voice coming from the microphone: "What did you do again? You useless bastard..."
He stood up tactfully, moved to the window, looked at what was happening outside through the gap in the curtains, and waved to Russell who was not far away.
When she approached him in confusion, he asked, "What are your plans?"
Russell frowned and was silent for a moment before saying, "Send Kincaid to The Hague in the Netherlands to testify."
Luke chuckled and said, "Then I'll join in."
Russell: “What?”