Luke sighed helplessly: "I still want to spend this time quietly..."
Vanessa's charming and characteristic electric eyes flew over: "Can you get rid of them first?"
Luke: "What if someone recognizes the wrong person?"
"It's this pickup truck, it belongs to Edgar and the others, kill this pair of beep-raised dogs!" A roar sounded, followed by the sound of guns being pulled out.
Luke: "Well, it seems that I did not admit the wrong person, so I can rest assured."
Bang bang bang bang!
boom!
He knocked down five of the six people who got off the two cars, and the remaining one... was shot down by Vanessa.
The whole process of abusing food took less than two seconds.
Not paying attention to the six unlucky ones who hit the street, Luke turned his head to look at another car that was slowly approaching not far away.
After approaching, a slightly familiar black bald man in the driver's seat of the car greeted leisurely: "Hey! It seems that you don't need any help."
Luke chuckled: "But thank you for your kindness."
The black bald man laughed again, as if he was a little bit ironic about the thanks.
Luke waved to him: "Goodbye, I have to send my girlfriend off."
The black bald head just nodded with a smile.
Luke said by the way: "I wish you all a good night."
These words immediately brought a cold snort of dissatisfaction from the black-haired woman on the co-pilot opposite.
As if he didn't hear it, Luke stepped on the accelerator and accelerated away from here.
There were some gazes from around, but no one yelled. It is normal for a few people to die in San Pedro Sula at night.
After driving for a while, Vanessa suddenly said, "Go to the beach."
Luke did so silently, and drove the car to a secluded beach.
He took out a towel from his backpack, spread it on the flat beach by the sea, and sat down hugging Vanessa.
Vanessa stared at the dark sea for a while, and suddenly said, "Can we meet again in the future?"
Luke chuckled: "I'm usually in Los Angeles, at most I'm on a business trip, and I don't know how to run."
Vanessa was inexplicably relieved when she heard this.
In the past few days, she was actually a little tangled.
She has a great affection for Luke, or Luke has a great attraction to her, but this affection and attraction are not so great that she gives up her free life.
Judging from Luke's performance, it doesn't seem like he wants to pester her endlessly.
Inexplicably, she still had some sense of loss in her heart.
Now, she got an answer that was neither good nor bad, but it was also the most suitable answer for her.
Since Luke gave this answer, the two are no longer just passers-by who meet occasionally, but a more comfortable friendship.
Maybe one day, when she thinks of him, she can go to Los Angeles with a different identity and meet this old friend.
Not bad for Vanessa, who has few friends.
Thinking so, she asked, "What time is it?"
Luke looked at the time: "Eight thirty."
She hummed: "My flight seems to be at ten twenty."
Luke: "Yes. I will send you there in advance."
Vanessa couldn't help but glared at the guy beside her, but it was hard to see her charming electric eyes on the beach in the dark night.
She could only turn around, stick out a long leg, step over someone's legs, and look down at him: "Don't tell me, do you just want to be in a daze for an hour? From here to the airport, twenty minutes is enough! "
Luke chuckled.
He didn't get up, but just wrapped his hands around her slender waist, and stroked it gently: "So, can we discuss the issue of interest repayment?"
Vanessa adjusted her long skirt and moved her position: "We seem to have discussed it many times. You seem to have said that it can be profitable?"
Luke nodded and sighed: "So, I haven't paid off the interest?"
Having said that, both of them let out a long breath.
On the seaside at night, there is still only the sound of the waves hitting the beach, which is dense and layered.
At ten twenty, Luke, who was alone, returned to the previous bar again.
He asked for a can of juice again, and he leaned lazily against the bar.
A few minutes later, another person walked in here, and when he saw him, he came over with a smile and sat down beside him: "Where's your girlfriend? Gone?"
Luke lazily tapped the bar with his knuckles, and said to the bartender, "I'll take his drink."
The person who came was the black bald head from before.
Hearing this, he laughed again: "I like you, kid. Give me a teqi pop."
When the bartender brought the wine, the black bald head knocked the glass on the bar, and drank it down when the bubbles in the glass rose.
Luke raised his eyebrows: "Where is your future "girlfriend"? If you still come to drink now, it means you didn't succeed?"
The black bald head put down his glass and smashed his mouth: "She will be my girlfriend and my wife in the future. But a love takes time to manage."
Luke blinked his innocent eyes: "So, you didn't succeed?"
As he said that, he stared at Luke with eyes like a black bald cow: "Young man, cherish the beauty of love and don't waste time. Love is the most precious thing in this world."
Luke nodded thoughtfully: "That makes sense."
"But, you still didn't succeed?" He took a sip of juice calmly.
The black bald head stared at him for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Child, you are still too young. I personally sent her back home, and confirmed that it was her home."
Luke laughed dumbfounded, and gave him a thumbs up: "Professional."
The black bald man smiled triumphantly, and suddenly stretched out his hand: "Get to know him, Kincaid."
Luke also stretched out his hand and shook the man's hand lightly: "Skywalker."
The black-bald Kincaid's mouth twitched: "Are you serious?"
Luke withdrew his hand: "It's as real as your name."
Kincaid was dumb for a moment, and then withdrew his hand: "Okay, let's go together. Although your hands don't look like them, your technique... hehe." The smile on his dark face seemed to be clear.
Luke pondered for a moment, then nodded sincerely: "Well, I'm a good person."
Kincaid deeply agrees: "Yes, I am also a good person."
Just bullshit you! Who knows how many people you have killed! The same sentence emerged in the hearts of the two of them.
Luke looked at the other person's black bald head. There was a tattoo on it, a crow standing or flying on a dead tree. The overall strokes were simple, and the color was only the purest black.
He took a few glances and asked, "Your tattoo is interesting. Does it have any meaning?"
The black-bald Kincaid was silent for a moment: "It represents the passing of life."
Luke snorted and didn't ask any more questions, and the two fell into silence.
At this moment, a group of people suddenly poured in from the door of the bar.
More than a dozen people were all armed with firearms, most of them rifles.
The group of gunmen stared and scanned the crowd in the bar with a fierce expression.