Luke's face was full of righteousness, and he said righteously: "A cruel butcher like Duhovich must be brought to justice."
Russell glanced over and saw a bald guy next to him singing a love song into the phone. He felt that these two people were not normal.
Unfortunately, they were now their only teammates, so she could only ask, "Isn't he your friend?"
Luke grinned. "This friendship is not deep enough to help him fight Interpol. Agent Russell, do you have friends who are willing to break the law for them and fight against the police?"
Russell was speechless.
She couldn't just say that because Kincaid didn't abide by the law, she suspected that Mr. Cool Bird also didn't abide by the law!
She could only acquiesce to Luke's request to join the gang.
What else could she do? She couldn't beat Kincaid, and she had no confidence in dealing with this mysterious cool bird.
She could only place her hopes on the reinforcements she invited, because that person was qualified to talk to these two guys.
Thinking of the reinforcements, she couldn't help but sigh.
When she saw the two people sitting on opposite sides of the room, she scratched her head even more: Why do capable men have so many problems!
Two hours later, there was a knock on the door.
Russell looked at Luke and got a nod from him.
The door opened and a man was let in.
However, before the man and woman entered the living room, they started quarreling quietly in the hallway.
Luke listened with great interest.
That's right! If there's no gossip between a man and a woman, it's not love.
Love is not as sweet as Kincaid said. It is normal for people to quarrel when they get together.
Over there, Kincaid was also awakened by the quarrel between a couple.
Looking at Luke who was listening to gossip with a smile on his face, he rolled his eyes: What a bitch.
After listening for a while, Kincaid became impatient. He picked up the mop crutch he had found temporarily, walked to the door of the living room, and looked at the two people arguing.
At this moment, the two people's dispute has reached the point where they are talking at cross purposes: "You know, last Thursday, a bag of white flour exploded out of the back door of a banker who weighed more than 300 pounds. Well, it was in the back seat of my car. You know, the back seat of the car is not leather, but cloth."
"Well, Michael, I don't have time..."
“… Imagine how I feel when I wash my car…”
"Michael, I don't have time for bullshit..."
"I'll definitely sell that car if I get a chance..."
"That's enough, Michael! I didn't betray you, I just dumped you!"
"… "
"Michael, you always want to put the blame on me..." Russell's voice was high-pitched for a moment, then low again, and he sighed helplessly: "The escort target this time is inside. According to the agreement, you complete this task, and I will help you get back the 3A rating. Don't say bullshit like you forgive me, I don't need it."
Kincaid had a toothache on his face and felt like he didn't want to continue listening: "Hey, the blood delivery guy is here... Uh"
"wtf!"
The two men facing each other at the door said this almost in unison, and Kincaid raised the gun in his hand.
The person who came reacted quickly and immediately slapped his hand away, knocking it against the door frame.
Feeling the pain, Kincaid involuntarily let go of the gun, but his other hand pulled out another gun from behind his waist.
The man pressed down with both hands, locked his hands and slammed them against the door frame on the other side, knocking the gun away.
At the same time, he freed one hand and reached for his waist.
Kincaid reacted just as quickly, kneeing him between the legs.
The man clamped his legs together and pressed the hand that was pulling out the gun towards his fatal knee.
The two of them crashed into the wall of the hall with a loud bang.
Kincaid's hand reached under the man's armpit and pulled out a pistol. The man also used his other hand to pull out a gun from his waist. The muzzles of their guns were pointed at each other's heads almost at the same time.
The next moment, both of them felt their gun hands tighten.
Looking sideways, he saw Luke standing beside them with a smile on his face. He held their gun-holding hands and said, "I think it would be better if we first give a blood transfusion to an elderly person, and then you guys can continue the treatment slowly. What do you think?"
"Who are you?" The man looked at Luke blankly.
Kincaid breathed a sigh of relief.
He even forgot that he had a "companion", although this "companion" was not very reliable.
"You stupid bodyguard are really good... Uh..." He glared at the person who came and cursed. Then, Kincaid felt dizzy, his eyes rolled up, and he fell backwards.
Luke sighed in frustration and looked at Kincaid.
This guy was still holding one of his hands, and his whole body was hanging limply in the air, just like a female dancer being hung in ballroom dancing.
He resisted the urge to throw the old man out, but instead dragged him back to the sofa in the living room.
Turning his head to look at the person at the door, Luke gestured, "Where's the blood? Give this old guy some, or he'll continue to be unconscious."
The man smacked his lips, finally put away his gun, and walked in carrying a box of blood bags.
Russell was stunned for a while before he finally came to his senses and collected the guns that had fallen on the ground.
She didn't even know that Kincaid had so many guns hidden on him.
After a while, Luke sat by the window with great interest, pretending to enjoy the scenery, and heard a pair of infatuated men and women arguing again.
"... What? You want me to escort this murderer? He tried to kill me twenty-seven times. No, including just now, it's twenty-eight times..."
"Kincaid is a witness! If he is not sent to testify before the opening of the International Criminal Court in The Hague tomorrow, Duhovich will be acquitted..."
"Why not just take him to The Hague?"
"I can't! There's a mole in Interpol. All eighteen elite operatives who escorted the team this morning were killed, including six GIPNs."
"Ha, you call them elite? I think it's more appropriate to call them kind."
The man, Michael, was a young man under 30 years old, with handsome features, but a scruffy beard, which made him look depressed, and he kept saying a lot of dirty words.
Well, it’s comparable to Kincaid’s style.
While arguing with his "ex" girlfriend, Agent Russell, he also threw playing cards at the unconscious Kincaid's face, hitting Kincaid's face with a loud bang.
Luke didn't bother to care. The old guy was pretty thick-skinned anyway.
As the man and woman talked, they became excited again and walked towards the bedroom.
Luke originally thought it would be like the plot in the movies, where if arguing doesn't work, the two of them resort to physical combat to decide the outcome.
Unfortunately, in less than two minutes, the two came out again. Roselle even put on her coat. She went to put on her coat.
"... Why do you believe me? Because I have never lied to you." In the hallway at the door, Roselle's voice was a little choked: "... Complete this mission, I will help you get back the 3A rating, and you can live the same kind of superior life as before. Then, we will never contact each other again, ok?"