The Glock in his hand also lifted slightly, swinging from side to side.
Snapped! Snapped!
Immediately, the hospital lost one uremia patient and one concussion patient.
Michael's eyes widened: "tf!"
Luke pulled Kincaid up and continued running: "He shot first."
Saying this in his mouth, he has already dragged his black bald head up to the roof of the building.
The three of them went to the rooftop, and the sound of propellers came from afar.
"Okay, now we can't escape from the roof." Luke said.
Michael also followed, and the three looked at each other.
boom!
The roof door was knocked open, and a team of heavily armed special police rushed in, searched around for a while, "lear" reports kept coming and going, but nothing was found.
Downstairs, Luke put the black bald head in his hand on the ground: "You seem to be sprinkling! You can get down by climbing the scaffolding, why don't you think about jumping off the building?"
Kincaid: "... how do I know you can jump off with me."
On the side, Michael borrowed four or five times on the construction scaffolding, and also fell to the ground: "Stop talking nonsense, let's try to find a car, and run quickly. Don't kill any more people, okay? I'm a security guard, not a killer, ok ?”
If this continues, he feels that not only will he not return to the 3A-level security qualification certificate, but he will go to the prison and eat prison food, and the time limit will still be a lifetime.
The three snuck into a car a street away.
Luke made a decisive decision the moment Michael opened the car door.
He threw Kincaid into the back seat and sat in the co-pilot himself.
Michael started the car and the three set off again.
Kincaid was dissatisfied: "Hey, what is this smell! The back of this is like a cesspit... Wait, isn't this the car you are driving now?"
Michael said nothing.
Kincaid was annoyed: "I remember you didn't drive a Jaguar before? What's the matter with this broken car! In the past, we wouldn't even look at this flying thing. Heck, that banker wouldn't really be there Is it fried in the back? And is this a "functional drink"? Why do I smell a urine smell,"
Luke didn't say a word, silently took out a mask from his backpack and put it on, and opened the car window a little.
But he was silent, and the other two people in the car were not idle.
Kincaid, a sulky old guy, kept teasing Michael, completely cleaning him out.
Similarly, Michael, who was hit hard enough, also revealed a lot of Kincaid's background.
Michael Bryan, who worked as a cia, later switched careers as a security guard.
Relying on CIA's experience and connections, he got a 3A rating a few years ago, specifically to trick the rich into spending a lot of money to keep them safe.
As a result, he missed a big business.
Not to mention the 3a-level evaluation, his life has been in a slump.
Kincaid had a prolific, alcoholic dad who had been in prison for a long time, and he was in and out of prison many times at a young age in that environment.
As killers and security guards, the two have fought against each other many times, and they are basically tied.
But in terms of mentality, ginger is still old and spicy.
Look at Kincaid, who was shot in the leg and was chased by the police and mercenaries, still talking and laughing.
What makes him better than Michael is that the mentality is... very strong.
Even in the midst of suffering, he did not frown, but tried to make himself live a little more selfishly, laughing and cursing as he wanted.
It's not like Michael's resentful face, hating the sky and the air.
After driving for a while, Michael stopped the car in a back alley of a bar: "We're going to change cars, they can notice my license plate from the surveillance."
In less than a minute, the three changed cars again.
This time Luke took the initiative to sit in the back seat.
The new car was made by Kincaid. He smashed the glass of the driver's seat with one punch, and completed the car in seconds.
Although Luke could easily open the door of this old-fashioned Mercedes-Benz, he didn't want to be deducted points.
Now, those two stole the car and drove it away, and it has nothing to do with him.
The old-fashioned Mercedes-Benz is also a Mercedes-Benz, and there is no banker who blew the rear door inside. Luke chose the more leisurely and comfortable rear row this time.
One old and one young, one black and one white, the two chattering guys finally got together and started the performance of the British duo.
Luke was in the back row, taking out a lollipop and eating it leisurely, like a salted fish candy eater.
He didn't dare to do this in the car before, he always felt that it would make the lollipop smell like water.
Kincaid also found a stainless steel jug in the inventory of an old British drunk driver.
He opened it and smelled it, nodded in satisfaction, and took a sip: "This whiskey is good, but unfortunately there is no ice. By the way, how did you become like this? A few years ago, a pair of your socks was worth more than your current outfit, and the customer was killed Yet?"
The corner of Michael's mouth twitched: "What's the use of talking about me? And you, as an internationally famous killer, how could you be caught by those rookies from Interpol?"
"Of course it's because of... love! Child." Kincaid sighed faintly.
"I was doing a business in Arizona at the time, and I received a call from the hospital saying that my wife was hit by a car and was in critical condition and was being rescued. The hospital said that they must have the signature of the family members before they can proceed to the next step of the operation, so I didn't even have a few more minutes to finish the deal, and I got on the plane and went back to Mexico City." He didn't say a word at this point.
Michael: "And then?"
Kincaid laughed loudly: "As a result, when I rushed into the emergency room sweating profusely, more than twenty Interpol pointed guns at me."
Luke interrupted and asked, "Where is Sonia now?"
He didn't think that Kincaid would submit obediently if he was pointed at by twenty Interpol.
This old guy is very flamboyant, and Interpol is just an ordinary guy to him.
Sure enough, Kincaid was silent for a moment before replying: "She was locked up in the Interpol detention center in Amsterdam."
"What crime did she commit?" Luke wondered.
Kincaid was silent for a longer time this time, before finally answering: "Fall in love with me?"
Luke gave him an international gesture, but he thought so deeply in his heart.
Without his wife in hand, how could Kincaid be caught by the Interpol honestly.
Sonia probably didn't do anything wrong, and even if she did, she should go to a certain country's prison instead of being imprisoned by Interpol.
No wonder Kincaid couldn't jump up and down. It turned out that he was pinched by someone's favorite woman.
"Trapped by love!" A black bald man laughed at himself, but he didn't appear to be downcast: "It's like your Agent Roselle, who lowered your security rating to the lowest level. It doesn't make any difference."
"Well, you're still an eavesdropper." Michael complained.
Kincaid: "You complain so loudly, like a child who failed to find candy from his mother, I think it's hard not to hear..."
Michael: "You know so much about love, why don't you write a poem? Maybe publish it in a newspaper."
Kincaid laughed out loud: "Haha, listen! life is high high ty fux king long...
nobody gets out alive nobody gets out alive~"8)