In Rio, the sea is always so close.
In less than ten minutes, the two reached the beach.
There are lights in many places, and there are quite a few people chatting on the beach.
Luke walked into a store, bought all kinds of odds and ends, and found a place with few people on the beach with Rebecca on his back.
Spreading out the blanket he just bought and putting her on it, he smiled and said, "Can you drink juice?"
Rebecca adjusted her posture and sat on the blanket: "What juice do you want, give me a bottle of wine."
Luke smiled and nodded: "Okay. Guarana or grape? If you don't like it, guava and acerola cherry flavors are also available."
Rebecca stared at the smiling young man, and finally nodded helplessly: "Whatever. Also... thank you."
Luke handed her a jar of vine grapes, and sat down himself: "No, it's a small matter."
For a long time, neither of them said a word.
Luke bit the small flashlight in his mouth and began to check the medical items he had just bought.
Rebecca on the side let out a faint sob.
He didn't bother her, but just put the big towel he bought on her body, which can not only help her resist the cool sea breeze, but also wipe away her tears and nose, killing two birds with one stone.
He could at best have some sympathy for what had happened to Rebecca.
As a police detective, or a police detective of the Los Angeles Crime Squad, I have seen countless human tragedies.
Rebecca's affairs can't be said to be seen everywhere, but it still doesn't rank in the top ten of the worst series.
And for Rebecca, she didn't need any consolation.
The enemy has been killed by her, and everything will be gone with the wind.
What kind of life she wants to live in the future can only be seen in her own heart, and no one else can do anything about it.
He pulled her right leg over, quickly cleaned the wound, and then bandaged her with gauze: "Okay. You are lucky, the bullet just passed by, the injury is not serious, and it will be fine in a few days."
Rebecca was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Your makeup skills are not very good, Detective Luke Coulson."
Luke was not surprised, and said with a smile: "It's a great honor to be remembered by you."
Rebecca curled her lips: "The person who can easily subdue X is still a young man, and you are the only one I remember."
In a sense, Rebecca and Luke are taking the same route.
Finding the target and using super strength to rush past it doesn't require a lot of auxiliary skills such as makeup and face recognition.
It had been several months since he had met Luke, and he had partially disguised his face, so Rebecca didn't immediately recognize Luke at the bar.
And after she settled her sister's hatred, she seldom thought about those people and things in the United States, and never thought that she would meet a Los Angeles police detective in Brazil.
When Luke suddenly hugged her and avoided Mr. X's two attacks, she vaguely became suspicious.
Until she talked about the last mission with Mr. X, she suddenly remembered Luke's identity in a flash.
Finally, she opened her eyes when she was waiting to die, only to find that Luke had quietly stood behind Mr. X again.
There was something she didn't understand.
Although she didn't know why Lu Ke would help her, it was impossible to help Mr. X.
"Why save me?" she asked casually.
Luke pondered for a moment, and replied, "Because you are beautiful, I would like to buy you a drink?"
Rebecca laughed out loud: "Detective Luke, you are always so sweet. But, I don't believe it."
Luke shrugged: "The truth is, I know that you let my partner go a yard that time in the apartment building. And the shot I gave you was a bit unreasonable, so I will return the favor this time."
Rebecca sighed: "No. I have killed many people, and many of them may be innocent."
"But you thought they were bad guys, didn't you?" Luke chuckled.
He felt that the life of this innocent person in his hands was probably not too high, otherwise she would have suspected the Mutual Aid Association long ago.
After all, even Luke, the little police detective who gave her a shot, she didn't want to do anything, so she must be even more suspicious of killing other innocent people.
From an apartment building shootout, Rebecca is a bottom line killer.
Before an emergency, she didn't even want to injure Donald and Selena to escape.
Of course, fortunately she injured Donald instead of Selena.
Otherwise, Luke would still save her tonight, but he would definitely make her suffer enough and only act at the last moment.
There is a difference between closeness and closeness, and Luke is such a protective person.
Rebecca didn't know the small thoughts turning in his heart, otherwise he might draw a gun.
She just smiled wryly: "But I killed people, that's a fact."
Luke thought for a while and said, "Then it won't be too late for you to worry about this issue when someone finds you for revenge. Don't worry too much about the dead, the most important thing is to be alive."
Rebecca was at a loss: "If you're alive, what can you do?"
Her biological parents died because of her, and her younger sister also died.
The adoptive parents were probably arranged by the Mutual Aid Association, and they had no relationship, and the relationship was quite bad.
This kind of indifferent family environment made her young and powerless to resist Mr. X's solicitation.
Thinking of Mr. X, and thinking of his last words, endless sadness welled up in her heart.
It is impossible to say that she has no feelings for Mr. X.
He is cold and powerful, handsome in appearance, and has good taste in grooming.
He brought her out of that unwarmed adoptive family, and gave her great strength and a lot of money.
But in the end, she discovered that behind all this was lies and malice from beginning to end.
Thinking of this, a wave of resentment welled up in her heart.
Even if Mr. X was roasted alive by her, it would be difficult to resolve it.
She turned around suddenly and threw herself on Luke: "You seem to have said that you want to buy me a drink?"
Luke was surprised: "Isn't this an invitation? Doesn't the taste of vine grapes not taste good? Then change it to guava, I heard that this one is sweeter."
Rebecca was originally depressed, but she couldn't help laughing out loud when she heard this: "I'm talking about what you said when you approached me in the bar."
Luke scratched his head: "Tell me, let me save the money and buy the little girl a soda."
Rebecca was dumbfounded: "th!" (what the hell)
What kind of brain circuit is this? Can this kind of person have a girlfriend
She was dumb for a moment, and said angrily: "Can you take off your clumsy makeup? It looks awkward."
Luke smiled.
Looking at the sky, he guessed that today he would not be able to go to the wild jungle to touch the little boss, so he moved his face.
In less than two minutes, except for his skin color, which was still wheatish, everything else returned to his original appearance.
Rebecca: "You take a picture of your face and let me see."
Luke smiled and said, "You don't want to remember it, and get revenge later, right?" But he kept moving, and hit the flashlight on his... chin.
Under the illumination of the white flashlight from bottom to top, a distorted grimace suddenly appeared in her line of sight.