Luke and the young employee arrived at the garage, and the young employee signaled, "Your car is here."
Luke pointed to the driver's seat: "Drive, take me out."
Young employee: "Huh?"
Moments later, a stretched Lincoln pulled out of the garage.
Throwing the roll of dollars on the co-pilot, he said, "Okay, park the car in the underground parking lot in front."
He doesn't know how to use this car, but just to save time, he just spent some money to pay off the manager.
After arriving at the underground parking lot, he chased away the young employee who got the last roll of extra money, and he threw the car keys directly into Lincoln's glove box.
Anyway, the young employee said that the car rental company has a positioning system, and they will naturally find it when the time comes. With his fake identity, he doesn't have to bother to return the car.
After getting on the second-hand Polonaise next to him, Luke headed southeast.
Looking at the route that Miss Beth and the others passed in their Mercedes-Benz sports car in the notebook, the corners of his mouth curled up: "You are definitely a wayward lady."
Along the way, his mood was relatively relaxed.
There is no absolute goal for this operation, and it is uncertain whether something will happen to Miss Beth.
From the open car window, there is a burst of summer breath, and the scenery of Poland in July is also quite beautiful.
The roadside is full of greenery, and occasionally some buildings pop up with orange-red roofs and white beige walls, or square or round cute shapes, making them look like small castles in fairy tales, full of dreams breath.
Luke could only sigh and couldn't stay.
In fact, Warsaw's humanistic scenery and artistic atmosphere are no worse than Paris, and it is also an art capital that many painters like to come to.
If you have time, you can come back and play here for two days. He thought so in his mind.
At night, Luke threw the second-hand Polonaise in Poland, quietly crossed the border, and entered Slovakia.
He took out a Vespa scooter from the storage space, which he bought second-hand with Polonaise, and he went all the way into Slovakia for more than a hundred kilometers.
A street sign finally appeared not far away, "Natural hot spring, the scenery of Nolia town, welcome!"
He turned the car and drove into the small road.
After walking for another few minutes, we arrived at a small town, which, like many European towns, is old, small and full of literary and artistic atmosphere.
Luke rode a motorcycle, passing through the streets at a leisurely pace, analyzing the various scent lines in the air, and slowly passing through the town.
On the eastern edge of town, he turned off the engine and got off the little pedal.
Looking at a gloomy and dark forest, those tall trees are straight or curved, shadowy in the night, scary like ghosts and ghosts.
Luke didn't stop, and walked straight into the woods.
A few tens of meters away, a small bonfire was burning in a pit, with occasional crackling noises. Beside the bonfire were various small sheds made of iron and wood. There were about twenty or thirty of them.
Luke kept walking and walked into the pit.
There was a rustling sound, and children came out of those small sheds one by one.
There are men and women, big and small, about seven or eight in number, but the oldest is only in his early ten years old, and the youngest seems to be only five or six years old.
The children watched Luke silently, but no one said anything.
Luke finally spoke: "I want to ask some news. Three American girls, in their early twenties, appeared here between yesterday and today."
Silence continued.
Luke fumbled in his pocket, and found an extra roll of green bills in his hand, and threw it directly to a boy about ten years old: "Remuneration."
The boy reacted quickly, caught the roll of beautiful knife, tore off the rubber band, and quickly swiped it with his hands.
Only then did he raise his head: "This money is not enough."
Luke chuckled, and threw another roll of beautiful knives over.
The boy caught it, checked it again, nodded and said, "Okay, we have seen these three women, they came here to soak in the hot spring yesterday, and then headed east this afternoon."
Luke raised his eyebrows, took out another roll of beautiful knife from his pocket, and gently tossed it in his hand: "Your height, appearance, appearance, clothing, as long as you can tell the truth, this is yours too."
The boy rolled his eyes and nodded, "No problem. A square face with black hair, a pointed face with blond hair, and... a little old with a lot of wrinkles on his forehead, why..."
Luke suddenly stepped back, put the money in his hand into his pocket, stretched out his hands, grabbed the back of the necks of the two big boys behind him and picked them up.
The iron bars held high in the hands of the two big boys fell to the ground, and they waved their limbs in the air with horror on their faces.
Luke grinned lightly: "Very well, I like unruly people the most."
Throwing away the two older children casually, he took out under his arm, and a p226 appeared in his hand, aiming at the child who collected the money: "Now, tell me where the three girls are, or you will be the first to die. "
Speaking of this, he looked around and nodded with satisfaction: "There are a lot of people. If one doesn't say anything, just replace the other. I think there are always people here who want to live."
As he spoke, he raised the three fingers of his left hand: "I'll count to three, if you don't answer, I'll ask someone else!"
"one… "
"I said." The boy who was pointed at the gun called out immediately.
"Yes, you will answer quickly." Luke nodded in satisfaction, stepped forward to pick him up, and walked more than ten meters away.
However, the muzzle of the p226 in his hand was always pointing towards the campfire.
After more than ten minutes, Luke's inquiry ended.
He stretched out his hand, and took out the two rolls of beautiful knives from the child's head pocket, and then took out the roll of beautiful knives he put back from his pocket.
Shaking the three rolls of beautiful knives in front of the child's head, Luke threw one of the rolls back at the child's head.
"Look, I'm a very trustworthy person." He pointed the muzzle of the gun at the child's head: "I'll give you the agreed reward."
Although his life was in danger, the child's head still involuntarily looked at the remaining two rolls of beautiful knives.
Luke sighed: "This is punishment. The original business of 1,200 dollars has been turned into 400 dollars by you. Does it hurt?"
Looking at the annoyance in the eyes of the child's head, he was satisfied.
Regret is also a kind of punishment, and the taste will last forever and be unforgettable.
He knocked on the forehead of the child's head with the muzzle of a gun: "Maybe next time, the four hundred dollars will belong to your companions, so you won't need it."
After speaking, he turned and walked out of the woods.
A group of children watched his back disappear, and then they all looked at the banknote in the child's head hand, feeling heartbroken: It was three rolls just now! One roll now. This is a beautiful knife!
The child noticed the gazes of his companions, and shouted angrily: "Didn't we all do this before? And what he asked was about that group of people, why didn't you take the initiative to tell him just now?"
All the children trembled, bowed their heads and remained silent.
After the child finished saying this sentence, he also felt uneasy. 8)