“… good.” Michael managed to say.
“… This is so embarrassing.” Russell had a complicated expression and pushed the door open.
Michael looked at the closed door and suddenly slapped his head in annoyance: "Damn it! Why did I say that?"
"Good! It seems that you are not stupid enough yet." In the living room, Luke finally said quietly.
Michael turned his head and said, "Huh?"
Luke shrugged. "You haven't had a girlfriend for a long time, right? Well, maybe when you were rich, you had some 'female' friends, but the only one who truly loved you was probably this little girl."
Michael squinted his eyes and said, "How old are you? Do you know what love is?"
Luke chuckled: "Because I don't have a girlfriend yet, so there's no need to worry about love, young man."
Michael moved his lips, but found that there was no way to refute this, so he could only change the subject and pointed at Kincaid: "Shouldn't you change your friend's clothes?"
Luke crossed his arms and looked at him strangely: "What are you doing here?"
Michael looked back at him with the same strange expression: "Protect this damn old guy."
Luke spread his hands: "So he is your mission target, not mine. Besides, I don't know him well, why should I help him change his clothes?"
He is just an old man and no one would want to help him change his clothes.
Michael was choked again. After a moment, he gave a thumbs up and said, "I am so lucky to be your friend."
Luke didn't care.
Lucky? Of course.
In this world, it is easy to find someone to help you change your clothes, but it is difficult to find someone to save your life.
Kincaid woke up from his coma, looked at the blood bag hanging from his hand, and then looked at his other hand: "What the hell is this?"
Michael arranged his equipment: "Handcuffs. Have you forgotten that you are a prisoner?"
Kincaid: "No, I mean, who put this 'fashionable' outfit on me?"
"You're lucky I brought two changes of clothes?" Michael started to put on his coat.
Kincaid looked at his "new" clothes, which were a suit with a small vest. "This clothes is so gay, how dare you wear it? Let me guess, you bought it when you were a bodyguard a few years ago, right? You really looked like a little girl at that time, haha."
Michael curled his lips and ignored the question.
Kincaid: "Hmm, I don't think I'm wearing any underwear? I feel a little cold in my dick."
Luke finally said, "He did it to you, not me."
Michael rolled his eyes: Thank you so much.
But he still said: "You are wearing it, otherwise I wouldn't dare to change your pants, ok?"
Kincaid curled his lips: "How boring."
Suddenly, an old rotary phone in the room rang.
All three of them frowned.
Michael stood up quickly. “This is Interpol’s safe house. If no one answers the phone, or if there’s a problem with the identity confirmation after the call is answered, they will send someone to check.”
Luke's ears moved: "It seems... it has come."
He opened the curtains slightly and saw several police cars on the street not far away rushing towards him with their lights and sirens on.
Just then, two black SUVs stopped downstairs and eight armed men got out and rushed in. It was obvious that they were not the police.
Interpol really had a traitor who arrived at the safe house before the police.
Michael quickly opened Kincaid's handcuffs.
Kincaid was calm and collected: "Where's that beautiful policewoman? Hmm, I think her name is Roselle?"
Luke: “Let’s go.”
"Damn, I like this girl... Uh..." Kincaid saw Luke's interested eyes: "She's very lively. If I have a daughter in the future, I want her to be like her."
Luke sighed regretfully: "I thought your love had shifted its target."
Kincaid wiped the non-existent cold sweat and said: "I will always love only my Sonya."
Luke stood up and put on his backpack: "Let's go, unless you want to kill dozens of police officers down there."
Kincaid also stood up: "Dozens, are there that many?"
Luke: "Yes, there are at least twenty special police officers among them."
Michael was already waving at the door: "If you dare to touch them, believe it or not, you will be SAS next time you come."
Now Kincaid was silent.
SAS is not easy to mess with.
One or two Kincaids can still hold their own, but once SAS is dispatched, there won't just be one or two of them. At least they will be a fully equipped team that can beat the injured Kincaid to death.
The three of them walked out of the room, and Michael wanted to go to the right, but Luke stopped him and gave him some tactical signs.
The two of them leaned against the stairwell, and two people on the opposite side of the door just pushed the door open and walked in.
Almost at the same time, one man was punched on the back of the head by Luke, and another man was strangled by Michael.
Boom!
Michael watched as Luke withdrew his fist from the face of the gangster in his arms, gestured to him, and reluctantly left the unconscious gangster behind and followed him.
As soon as the two pushed open the door of the stairwell, there were two banging sounds behind them.
The two of them almost rolled their eyes at the same time and turned their heads to look.
At the entrance of the stairwell on the other side, Kincaid had just put down his gun and said, "Thank you for your protection. I almost got shot from behind by these two guys."
Michael: “… Great job. Guess what the police downstairs are going to do now?”
Luke's keen hearing could already hear several policemen downstairs shouting, "There are gunshots. There are gunshots upstairs."
The sound of footsteps also came from the bottom of the stairwell.
Luke sighed and pointed to the rooftop.
Killing some gangsters was fine, but there were dozens of police officers performing official duties below, and he really didn't want to fight with them.
He signaled to Michael, who supported Kincaid, and the three of them ran to the rooftop.
Jin Caide was prepared to suffer, but he was almost carried to the top floor by Luke. He smiled and wanted to speak.
But Luke gestured to him, asking him to stop talking nonsense.
Michael in front had just rushed through the stairwell exit and continued to run towards the top floor when two sneaky gunmen emerged from the stairwell.
Bang! Bang!
With a kick in the stomach and a slap in the face, Luke knocked the two gangsters to the ground.
Killing is spared.
There were a bunch of policemen below, and he didn't want to be chased by them.
Anyway, the guy who was kicked in the stomach by him will urinate blood for at least a week, and the guy who was slapped in the face will also have a severe concussion, and his cornea may even be detached or something.
Bang!
Michael, who was running in front, stopped and turned his head to see that a gangster who had just appeared from the stairs in the distance was knocked down.
Of course, this shot was fired by the quick-handed old man Kincaid.
Luke put his hand on his forehead and said, "Kincaid, there are dozens of police officers downstairs. Can't you be more low-key? Look, I just slapped them and kicked them in the stomach."
Kincaid: "I'll be more careful next time?"
Luke: ... I don't trust you! You black bald guy is so coquettish.