He also raised the Glock in his hand slightly and swung it left and right.
Snap! Snap!
The hospital immediately lost one patient with hematuria and one patient with concussion on its register.
Michael's eyes widened: "wtf!"
Luke pulled Kincaid up and continued running: "He shot first."
As he said this, he had already rushed up to the rooftop with his bald head.
As the three of them went up to the rooftop, the sound of a propeller came from afar.
"Okay, we can't escape from the roof now." Luke said.
Michael followed and the three of them looked at each other.
Bang!
The rooftop door was knocked open and a team of fully armed special police rushed in. After searching for a while, they kept calling out "clear" but found nothing.
Downstairs, Luke put the black bald man he was holding on the ground and said, "Are you stupid? You can just climb down the scaffolding, why would you want to jump off the building?"
Kincaid: "...How do I know you can jump down even if you carry me?"
On the side, Michael used the construction scaffolding for leverage four or five times and landed on the ground. "Stop talking nonsense. Let's try to find a car and run away. Let's not kill anyone else, okay? I'm a security guard, not a killer, ok?"
If he continued like this, he felt that not only would he not be able to get his Class 3A security certificate back, but he would end up in prison for life.
The three sneaked into a car a street away.
Luke made a decisive decision the moment before Michael opened the car door.
He threw Kincaid into the back seat and sat on the passenger seat.
Michael started the car and the three of them set off again.
Kincaid was dissatisfied: "Hey, what's that smell! It feels like a cesspool in the back... Wait, isn't this the car you're driving now?"
Michael said nothing.
Kincaid was annoyed: "I remember you used to drive a Jaguar? What's wrong with this broken car! In the past, we wouldn't even bother to steal this piece of shit. Ugh, is that banker really going to explode behind this? And is this a "functional drink"? Why do I smell a strong smell of urine?"
Luke didn't say anything. He silently took out a mask from his backpack and put it on, then opened the car window a little.
But he remained silent, while the other two people in the car were not idle.
Kincaid, the hot-tempered old man, kept teasing Michael and completely exposed his true colors.
Similarly, Michael, who was hit hard, also revealed a lot about Kincaid's background.
Michael Bryan was a CIA and later switched to security.
Relying on the experience and connections of the CIA, he obtained a 3A rating a few years ago and specialized in fooling wealthy people into paying large sums of money for safety assurance.
As a result, he lost a big business deal.
Not only did his 3A rating go down the drain, but his life also never recovered.
Kincaid has a long criminal record and an alcoholic father who has been in prison for a long time. In that environment, he has been in and out of prison many times at a young age.
As a killer and a security guard, the two have fought each other many times and the match was basically a draw.
But in terms of mentality, the older you are, the wiser you are.
Look at Kincaid, he was shot in the leg and was chased everywhere by the police and mercenaries, but he was still chatting and laughing.
What makes him better than Michael is that his mentality is... very strong.
Even when in deep suffering, he never looked sad, but tried to be more himself, laughing, scolding as he pleased.
Unlike Michael, who has a resentful look on his face and looks like he hates everything.
After driving for a while, Michael stopped the car in the alley behind a bar: "We need to change cars. They can notice my license plate from the surveillance."
In less than a minute, the three of them changed cars again.
This time Luke took the initiative to sit in the back seat.
The new car was bought by Kincaid. He smashed the driver's window with one punch and completed the task of buying the car in seconds.
Although Luke could easily open the door of this old Mercedes, he didn't want to be deducted points.
Now, the car was stolen by those two people and they drove away with it, it had nothing to do with him.
An old Mercedes is still a Mercedes, and no banker has ever had his back door blown up in it. This time, Luke chose the more relaxed and comfortable back seat.
One old and one young, one black and one white, the two guys who never stop talking finally got together and started a performance of British duo opera.
Luke was in the back row, leisurely taking out a lollipop and eating it, just like a casual candy eater.
He didn't dare to do this on the car before, because he always felt that it would make the lollipop smell like shit.
Kincaid also found a stainless steel hip flask that belonged to a British drunk driver.
He opened it and smelled it, then nodded in satisfaction and took a sip: "This whiskey is good, but it's a pity there are no ice cubes. By the way, how did you become like this? A few years ago, a pair of your socks was worth more than your entire outfit now. Did your customers get killed?"
Michael's mouth twitched. "What's the point of talking about me? How about you? As an internationally famous killer, how could you be caught by those rookies from Interpol?"
"Of course it's because of... love, kid." Kincaid sighed.
"I was doing a business deal in Arizona when I received a call from the hospital saying that my wife had been hit by a car and was in critical condition and was being rescued. The hospital said that they must have the signature of the family members before they can continue with the next step of the operation, so I didn't even have time to spend a few more minutes to complete the business deal. I got on the plane back to Mexico City." At this point, he was silent.
Michael: “And?”
Kincaid laughed. "As a result, when I rushed into the emergency room sweating profusely, more than 20 Interpol officers pointed guns at me."
But Luke interrupted and asked, "Where is Sonya now?"
He didn't think that Kincaid would surrender obediently when being pointed at by twenty Interpol officers.
This old guy is very cunning. To him, Interpol is just ordinary stuff.
Sure enough, Kincaid was silent for a moment before answering, "She is being held in the Interpol detention center in Amsterdam."
"What crime did she commit?" Luke wondered.
Kincaid was silent longer this time before finally answering, "In love with me?"
Luke made an international gesture to him, but he agreed with it in his heart.
Without his wife in hand, there was no way Kincaid could be caught by Interpol.
Sonia probably didn't commit any crime. Even if she did, she should be imprisoned in some country instead of being detained by Interpol.
No wonder Kincaid couldn't jump up. It turned out that someone had grabbed his beloved woman.
"Trapped in love!" A certain black bald man laughed at himself, but he didn't look dejected. "It's just like your agent Russell, who caused your security rating to drop again and again until it dropped to the lowest level. There's no difference."
"Well, you're still an eavesdropper," Michael complained.
Kincaid: "You complained so loudly, like a child who failed to ask his mother for candy. I think it's hard not to hear you..."
Michael: "You have such a deep understanding of love, why don't you write a poem? Maybe you can publish it in the newspaper."
Kincaid laughed out loud: "Haha, listen! Life is a highway and it's mighty fuxking long...
nobody gets out alive nobody gets out alive~”