"... good." Michael choked out a sentence.
"... This is really embarrassing." Roselle pushed the door open with a complicated expression.
Michael looked at the closed door, and suddenly slapped his head angrily: "Damn it! Why did I say that."
"Good! It seems that you are not stupid enough." In the living room, Luke finally said something quietly.
Michael looked sideways: "Huh?"
Luke shrugged: "You haven't had a girlfriend for a long time, right? Well, maybe you had some "female" friends when you were rich, but maybe this little girl is the only one who really loved you."
Michael squinted a pair of dead fish eyes: "How old are you? Do you know what love is?"
Luke hehe: "Because I don't have a girlfriend yet, so I don't need to worry about love, young man."
Michael moved his lips, but found that the words were irrefutable, so he could only change the subject and pointed to Kincaid: "Should I change your friend's clothes?"
Luke crossed his arms and looked at him strangely: "What are you doing here?"
Michael looked back at him equally strangely: "Protect this damn old guy."
Luke spread his hands: "So he is your mission target, not mine. Besides, I don't know him well, why should I help him change his clothes?"
This is still an old non-chief, and the ghost wants to change his clothes for him.
Michael was choked again, and after a while, he gave a thumbs up: "I am so lucky to be your friend."
Luke didn't care.
Lucky? Of course.
In this world, it is easy to find someone to help you change clothes, but it is very difficult to find someone to help you.
Kincaid woke up from a coma, looked at his hanging blood bag, and then at his other hand: "What the hell is this?"
Michael sorted out his equipment: "Handcuffs. You haven't forgotten that you're a prisoner, have you?"
Kincaid: "No, I mean, who put me in this 'snazzy' outfit?"
"You're lucky I brought two changes of clothes?" Michael began to put on his coat.
Kincaid looked at his "new" clothes, which were a suit with a small vest: "This dress is Kiriki, you dare to wear it? Let me guess, could it be the one you were wearing a few years ago?" You bought it when you were a bodyguard, right? You really looked like a little girl back then, haha."
Michael pouted, ignoring the question.
Kincaid: "Well, I don't seem to be wearing underwear? It feels a bit chilly."
Luke finally said, "He made it for you, not me."
Michael rolled his eyes: Thank you so much.
But he still said: "You wear it, otherwise I wouldn't dare to change your pants, ok?"
Kincaid curled his lips: "It's really boring."
Suddenly, an old rotary telephone in the room rang.
All three frowned.
Michael stood up quickly: "This is Interpol's safe house. If no one answers the call, or if there is a problem with the identity confirmation after answering, they will send someone to check."
Luke's ears moved: "It seems... It's already here."
He slightly opened the curtains, and saw a few police cars rushing over with their lights on and their sirens on the street not far away.
The two black suvs downstairs just stopped, and eight guys with guns rushed in after getting off. It was not the way of the police at first glance.
Sure enough, Interpol had a mole, and they arrived at the safe house before the police.
Michael quickly uncuffs Kincaid.
Kincaid was preoccupied: "Where's that little girl policeman? Well, it seems to be called Russell?"
Luke: "Let's go."
"Damn, I really like this little girl...uh" Kincaid saw Luke's eyes with interest: "It's very energetic, and I will have a daughter like her in the future."
Luke sighed regretfully: "I thought your love had diverted."
Kincaid wiped off the cold sweat that didn't exist: "I will always only love my Sonia."
Luke got up and picked up his backpack: "Let's go, unless you want to kill dozens of policemen below."
Kincaid also stood up: "Dozens, are there that many?"
Luke: "Yes, there are at least twenty special police officers among them."
Michael was already waving at the door: "If you dare to touch them, believe it or not, it will be SAS next time."
Kincaid was silent now. as is not easy to mess with.
One or two Kincaids can still fight, but once SAS is dispatched, not just one or two will come, at least a fully equipped team that can beat the injured Kincaid out.
When the three of them walked out of the room, Michael wanted to go to the right, but Luke stopped him and showed him a few tactical sign language.
The two leaned against the stairwell, and the two people on the opposite side of the door just opened the door and entered.
Almost at the same time, one person was punched in the back of the head by Luke, and the other was choked by Michael.
Boom!
Michael watched Luke withdraw his fist from the face of the gangster in his arms, then gestured to himself, and reluctantly dropped the unconscious gangster and followed.
As soon as the two pushed open the door of the stairwell, there were two bangs behind them.
The two rolled their eyes almost in unison, and turned their heads to look.
At the door of the stairwell on the other side, Kincaid just put down his gun: "Thank you for your protection, I was almost shot from the rear by these two guys."
Michael: "...well done, guess what the cops downstairs are doing now?"
Luke's keen ears had already heard several policemen downstairs calling loudly: "There are gunshots, there are gunshots upstairs."
The sound of clattering footsteps also came from below the stairwell.
Luke sighed and pointed to the roof.
It's okay to kill some gangsters, but there are dozens of policemen performing official duties below, and he really doesn't want to fight them.
After gesturing to Michael, he supported Kincaid, and the three of them ran to the roof.
Kincaid was originally prepared to suffer, but in the end he was almost carried up to the top floor by Luke. He smiled and wanted to speak.
Luke gestured to him, asking him to suspend the flirting session.
Michael in front just rushed through the exit of the stairwell and continued to run to the top floor, when two sneaky gunmen came out of the stairwell.
boom! Snapped!
With a kick in the stomach and a slap in the face, Luke knocked down the two gangsters to the ground with a two-pronged approach.
Killing is avoided.
There are a bunch of policemen below, and he doesn't want the policemen to run after his ass.
Anyway, the guy who was kicked in the stomach by him had bloody urine for at least a week, and the guy who got slapped also had a severe concussion, and his cornea might fall off or something.
boom!
Michael, who was running in front, stopped and turned his head to see that a gangster who had just emerged from the stairs in the distance was knocked down.
This shot, of course, was fired by the quick-handed old man Kincaid.
Luke put his hand on his forehead: "Kinkade, there are dozens of policemen downstairs, can't you keep a low profile? You see, I only slap and kick my stomach."
Kincaid: "Be careful next time?"
Luke: ... I believe you ghost! You are very flirtatious with a black bald head.