On the other side, Kincaid sneered: "What's there to talk about with this kind of transvestite? Well, or zombies, or vampires or something."
Michael: "It must be a zombie! He didn't even let us hit him in the head, it must be a zombie."
Bang!
The driver, who had just turned into a black shadow and was driving around Luke at high speed, was hit on the head by a baton and fell to the ground.
This driver's ability is at most 60% of that of the female vampire Raquel in the secret room. It would only be bad luck if you meet him.
Luke stepped on the guy's back and said, "Tell me, who sent you here? Don't tell me it was Duhovich. He is not one of your kind."
The driver struggled weakly on the ground, shouting, "Is there something... on your stick?"
Luke hit him on the back of the head with the top of the baton: "Are you a fool? I've already smashed your head, and you still think I don't know that you are afraid of silver weapons?"
As he hit harder, a little spark flew from the back of the driver's head, and he screamed, "You know how to go against us? We will retaliate."
Luke became impatient and picked up the Glock with the magazine changed.
Bang bang bang bang!
A row of holes appeared on the driver's lower abdomen.
"Now I'm asking you a question. Tell me the addresses of those people of yours, and I'll ask them to help you get revenge." He said sarcastically.
In less than five minutes, Luke stabbed the driver's head with a stick.
Looking at the gangster driver who turned into sparks and ashes while wailing and struggling, the talkative duo also fell silent.
Luke got in the car and shouted from the back seat: "Get in the car, guys, hurry up."
The two of them woke up as if from a dream, got in the car and continued on their journey.
Luke took out another lollipop and started eating it, humming "nobody gets out alive~".
There was silence in the front row for a moment, and then Kincaid, who was thick-skinned, asked, "What the hell is that?"
Luke moved the lollipop from his left cheek to his right cheek. "Michael's idea is wrong. Hitting a vampire on the head may not kill him, but it will be very painful and disfigured. So, of course he doesn't want to be hit on the head."
Michael couldn't help but interrupt: "Are you familiar with these... vampires?"
Luke shook his head, "I'm not familiar with them, but I saw a guy called Daywalker chasing them and killing a lot of them."
Michael and Kincaid both gasped.
How can a monster like this, which can still jump around even after being shot dozens of times, chase and kill a large number of people by itself
At this point, Luke also raised his own questions: "Why would Duhovich hook up with vampires? Have you heard any suspicious news?"
The two men in the front row were silent for a moment, and Michael shook his head.
Kincaid said, "I've heard that Duhovich secretly sent some "prisoners" sentenced to death to certain places in Eastern Europe, and the people who took over were some private institutions."
Luke hummed and said nothing more.
It is quite possible that Duhovich provides "goods" to vampires and that both parties benefit from it.
Nothing is easier for a person in power to plunder "goods", and it is even easier when the person in power is cruel and has no bottom line.
After this incident, the talkative duo fell silent for a while.
But Michael suddenly asked, "How could they catch up with us just by relying on surveillance? There are at least three or four forks along the way. Do they have people guarding each of them? I'd rather believe they have people at the dock."
Luke said nothing.
It is impossible for him to reveal his whereabouts. The top priority of the counterfeit mobile phone is anti-surveillance and anti-positioning.
Moreover, he rarely acts in Europe, and the targets of his activities are basically all dead, so there is no possibility of him being targeted.
However, his eyes fell on Kincaid, who was in the passenger seat.
Michael also looked at Kincaid.
The black bald man was surprised: "What? I am the victim. Would I ask someone to kill me?"
Michael thought about it and couldn't help but glance at the back seat through the rearview mirror.
Luke coughed lightly and said, "The phone I use can't be tracked. I don't know about yours."
Michael shook his head decisively: "I used a ghost chip, and I can't trace the source..."
At this point, he looked at the bald man suspiciously: "Where did you get the gun just now?"
Kincaid shrugged. "I took it from a mercenary before."
Michael: “… You didn’t take his phone?”
Kincaid was silent for a moment, then chuckled twice: "… It's just a convenience."
The moving car shook, and Michael yelled, "WTF! Why don't you throw it away? Don't you know that ordinary mobile phone chips can easily track the location? That's why I use the ghost chip! It's 4002, are you still living in the last century?"
Kincaid was dissatisfied: "I am an old man, but I will act once I have set my goal. I won't plan, hesitate, and weigh the pros and cons like you do, ok?"
The chatterbox duo started arguing again.
However, while arguing, Kincaid threw his phone out of the window, admitting his mistake with practical actions.
Luke continued to take out his lollipops and eat them, continuing to be a candy-eating spectator.
Kincaid knew that he had a cell phone on him, which might attract enemies.
But so what? Aren’t these just experience points delivered to your door
Unfortunately, Michael discovered the decoy phone, and Luke didn't want to be labeled a fool.
Once someone is considered a fool, people will avoid him when good things happen, and want to find him to take the blame when bad things happen.
As the dawn gradually brightened, the three of them rushed to a pier.
Michael was right. The other party was indeed chasing after the phone and did not notice his intention.
There was no one squatting at the dock.
There are many docks in the UK, and there are also many ferries to France and Amsterdam.
The mercenaries chasing Kincaid are not that powerful yet and can monitor all the docks in a short period of time.
There must be someone watching the underwater tunnel, which is why Michael didn't drive to France.
Sitting on the ferry, the three of them leaned on the railing at the top of the ferry and watched Britain gradually move away.
When Luke boarded the ship, he bought a large bag of snacks at the small supermarket on the dock. He first stuffed a bottle of drink into Kincaid's hand: "Functional drink! Well, not the kind in Michael's car."
Kincaid didn't care, took it and started drinking.
Luke stuffed another bottle of coffee into Michael's hand: "You are still young, just use this to refresh yourself."
Neither of them paid any attention to it. They opened their drinks and started drinking, chatting as they drank.
Luke smiled as he sat on the railing nearby and took out a sandwich to eat.
In the middle of the meal, he did not forget to hand food to the talkative duo who had finished their drinks.
The reason he was so kind, of course, was that the journey would take several hours, and it would be nice to listen to the two of them tell some crosstalk.
Food replenishes physical strength, drinks replenish saliva, and these two chatterboxes can keep chattering.
Listening to the two people talking nonsense, Luke gradually understood what was going on with Kincaid.
In a sense, this bald black guy and Luke are the same kind of people.