Luke's face was full of righteousness, and he spoke righteously: "Duhovic, an inhuman butcher, must be judged justly."
Roselle glanced at it, and a black bald guy beside him was already singing a love song to the phone, and he always felt that these two people were not normal.
It's a pity that they are the only teammates now, so she can only ask, "Isn't he your friend?"
Luke grinned: "This friendship is not deep enough to help him deal with the Interpol. Detective Russell, you also have friends, are you willing to know the law and break the law for them, and fight against the police?"
Russell was speechless.
She couldn't just say it straight, because Kincaid didn't abide by the law, so by the way, she suspected that Mr. "Cool Bird" didn't abide by the law either!
She could only acquiesce to Luke's request to join the group.
What else can we do? She can't beat Kincaid, and she doesn't have the confidence to deal with this mysterious cool bird.
She can only pin her hopes on the reinforcements she invited, who is qualified to talk to these two guys.
Thinking of that reinforcement, she couldn't help sighing again.
Seeing the two people sitting on each side of the room, she scratched her head: Why do capable men have so many problems!
Two hours later, there was a knock on the door.
Roselle looked at Luke and got a nod from him.
The door was opened, and a man was let in.
However, before the man and woman entered the living room, they started arguing quietly in the hallway.
Luke listened with gusto from the side.
That's right! There is no big gossip between men and women, that is not called love.
How can love be as sweet as Kincaid said, this kind of situation of getting together and tearing up is the norm.
Over there, Kincaid was also awakened by the quarreling of a couple.
Looking at Luke who was listening to the gossip and smiling, he rolled his eyes: he really is a bitch.
After listening for a while, Kincaid became impatient, propped up the mop and crutches he had found temporarily, walked to the door of the living room, and looked at the two people in the quarrel.
At this moment, the dispute between the two has reached the level of chicken and duck: "You know? Last Thursday, a bag of white noodles exploded out of the back door of a banker who weighed more than 300 pounds, um, in the back seat of my car. You know, The back seat of the car is not leather, it is cloth."
"Okay, Michael, I don't have time..."
"... imagine how I feel when I wash the car..."
"Michael, I don't have time to gossip with you..."
"I have a chance to sell that car..."
"Enough, Michael! I didn't betray you, I just, Dumped! Dumped!..."
"..."
"Michael, you always want to blame me..." Roselle's voice was high-pitched for a moment, then fell into a low tone, and sighed helplessly: "The escort target this time is inside. According to the agreement, you do this task well , I'll help you get back the 3a rating, don't talk about bullshit like you forgive me, I don't need it."
Kincaid had a toothache on his face, and felt that he didn't want to go: "Hey, the blood delivery person has arrived... Uh"
"tf!"
The two people who were facing each other at the door said this almost in unison, and Kincaid raised the gun in his hand.
The person's reaction was also very quick, and he immediately slapped his hand away, hitting the door frame.
Kincaid, who was in pain, involuntarily let go of the gun, but with the other hand he pulled out a gun from his waist.
The person who came pressed his hands, locked his hands and slammed on the door frame on the other side, knocking the gun away.
At the same time, he freed one hand and took it out to his waist.
Kincaid was also quick to react, pushing his knee to the middle of his legs.
The man pinched his legs, and pressed his gun-drawn hand to the deadly knee.
The two crashed into the hall wall with a bang.
Kincaid's hand touched the man's armpit and pulled out a pistol. The man also pulled out the gun from his waist with another hand. The muzzles of the two pointed at each other's head almost at the same time.
The next moment, both of them felt the hand holding the gun tighten.
Looking sideways, I found Luke standing beside the two with a smile, pinching the hands holding the guns of the two: "I think it's better to give blood to an elderly person first, and then you can do it slowly, how about it?" ?”
"Who are you?" The visitor looked at Luke blankly.
Kincaid breathed a sigh of relief.
He even forgot that he still has a "companion", although this "companion" is not very reliable.
"You stupid bodyguard really hit twice... uh" Glaring at the person before swearing, Kincaid was dizzy, rolled his eyes, and fell backwards.
Luke sighed helplessly and looked at Kincaid.
This guy was still being held by himself in one hand, and he was hanging limply in the air, just like a female dancer who was hanged in a ballroom dance.
He resisted the urge to throw the old guy out, but dragged him back to the sofa in the living room.
Turning his head to look at the person coming at the door, Luke motioned: "Where's the blood? Give it to the old guy, or he will continue to faint."
Come on, smash it, smash your mouth, finally put away your gun, and walked in with a box containing blood bags.
Roselle was stunned for a while before finally recovering, and put away the guns that fell on the ground.
She didn't even know that Kincaid had hidden so many guns on his body.
After a while, Luke sat by the window with great interest, pretending to look at the scenery, and heard a pair of idiots and resentful women starting to argue again.
"... What? You asked me to escort this murderer? He tried to kill me twenty-seven times, no, counting just now, it was twenty-eight times..."
"Kinkaid is a witness! If he is not sent to testify before the International Criminal Court in The Hague tomorrow, Duhovic will be acquitted..."
"Wouldn't it be enough to take him to The Hague?"
"I can't! There are traitors in the Interpol. The eighteen elite operatives who escorted the team in the morning all died, including six gipns."
"Ha, you call them the elite? I think it's more appropriate to say that they are kind."
The person who came was Michael, a young man in his thirties. He had handsome facial features, but his face was unshaven. He looked very sad, and he talked a lot.
Well, it's on par with Kincaid's flamboyance.
And while tearing up with his "ex" girlfriend, Detective Russell, he also threw playing cards into Kincaid's face unconsciously, and the cards slapped Kincaid's face.
Luke didn't bother to care, anyway, the old guy had a thick skin.
The two men and women talked and became excited again, and walked to the bedroom.
Luke originally thought that there would be a plot like in the movie, where a fight doesn't work, and the body is used to decide the outcome.
Unfortunately, in less than two minutes, the two came out again. Roselle even put on her coat, she was going to put on her coat.
"...Why do you believe me? Because I have never lied to you." In the hallway at the door, Roselle's voice was a little choked up: "... After completing this task, I will help you get back the 3a-level evaluation, and you can Live the life of a master before. Then, we will never contact again, ok?"