Kincaid over there sneered: "What's the deal with this kind of transvestite? Well, maybe it's a zombie, or a vampire or something."
Michael: "Zombie! He won't let us hit the head, it must be a zombie."
boom!
After turning into a black shadow, the head of the driver who circled behind Luke at high speed was deflected by the stick and fell to the ground.
The strength of this driver is at most 60% of that of the female vampire Raquel in the secret room. Meeting him will only be unlucky.
Luke put his foot on the guy's back: "Tell me, who sent you? Don't tell me it's Duhovic, he's not your kind."
The driver struggled feebly on the ground and shouted, "Your stick...was painted with something?"
Luke tapped the back of his head with the tip of the swinging stick: "You seem to be sassy! I smashed your head, did you think I didn't know that you are afraid of silver weapons?"
As he beat hard, a little spark flashed in the back of the driver's head, and he screamed: "You know you dare to fight against us? We will retaliate."
Luke became impatient, and picked up the Glock that had replaced the magazine in his hand.
Bang bang bang!
A row of holes appeared in the lower belly of the driver.
"Now I'm the one asking you a question. Tell me the addresses of those of you, and I'll let them avenge you." He said sarcastically.
In less than five minutes, Luke stabbed the driver in the head with a stick.
Looking at the gangster driver who was wailing and struggling, collapsing into sparks and vanishing into ashes, the talking and chatting duo also fell silent.
Luke got into the car and shouted from the back row: "Get in the car, hurry up, guys."
The two men woke up like a dream, got into the car and continued to set off.
Luke took out a lollipop again and ate it, humming "nobody gets out alive~".
There was a moment of silence in the front row, and the thick-skinned man Kincaid asked, "What the hell is that?"
Luke switched the lollipop from the left cheek to the right cheek: "Michael's idea is wrong. Hit the vampire's head, he may not die, but it will hurt and disfigure. So of course he doesn't want to be hit on the head .”
Michael couldn't help interjecting: "Are you familiar with these... vampires?"
Luke shook his head: "I'm not familiar with them, but I've seen a guy named Sunwalker who chased them and killed a lot of people."
Both Michael and Kincaid gasped.
This kind of monster, which is still alive and kicking even after being shot more than a dozen times, can chase and kill a large area by itself
Having said that, Luke also raised his own doubts: "Why did Duhovic hook up with a vampire? Have you heard any suspicious news?"
The two people in the front row were silent for a moment, Michael shook his head.
Kincaid said, "I've heard that Duhović will secretly send some "prisoners" sentenced to death to some places in Eastern Europe, and the people who take over are some private institutions."
Luke hummed, but didn't say anything more.
Dukhovich provides vampires with "goods", and the two are mutually beneficial, which is not a small possibility.
Nothing is more convenient than a person in power to search for "goods". When the person in power is cruel and has no bottom line, the search will be more convenient.
After making a fuss, the chatter duo was quiet for a moment.
But Michael suddenly asked: "How can they catch up with us just relying on surveillance? There are at least three or four forks along the way. Are they guarding every fork? I would rather believe that they have someone at the pier."
Luke said nothing.
It is impossible for him to reveal his whereabouts. The top priority of counterfeit mobile phones is anti-surveillance and anti-location.
Moreover, he seldom does activities in Europe, and the targets of his activities are basically dead, so there is no possibility of being targeted.
However, his eyes fell on Kincaid, the co-pilot.
Michael also looked at Kincaid.
The black bald head was full of surprise: "hat? I'm a victim. Would I ask someone to kill me?"
Michael thought about it too, and couldn't help but glanced at the back row from the rearview mirror.
Luke coughed softly: "The mobile phone I use will not be tracked, and I won't know about yours."
Michael shook his head decisively: "I'm using a ghost chip, and I can't trace the source..."
Having said that, he looked suspiciously at the black bald head: "Just now, where did you get the gun?"
Kincaid shrugged: "I took it from a mercenary before."
Michael: "...you didn't take his cell phone back, did you?"
Kincaid was silent for a moment, then laughed dryly: "...sincerely."
The moving car shook, and Michael roared: "TF! You still don't throw it away? Don't you know that ordinary mobile phone chips can easily track the location? That's why I use the ghost chip! It's all It's been 4002 years, are you still alive in the last century?"
Kincaid was dissatisfied: "I'm an old man, but I will act when I see the goal. I won't plan like you, hesitate, and weigh the gains and losses, ok?"
The chatter duo started arguing again.
However, Kincaid threw the phone out of the window while arguing, and admitted his mistake with practical actions.
Luke continued to take out the lollipop and eat it, continuing to watch the party as a candy eater.
Kincaid has a mobile phone on him, which may attract enemies, and he knows this.
But so what? Aren't they all experience points delivered to your door!
It's a pity that Michael found the bait phone, and Luke didn't want to bear the name of an idiot.
Once someone is identified as a fool, they will avoid him when there are good things in the future, and they will want to blame him for bad things.
Facing the gradually brightening dawn, the three rushed to a pier.
Michael was not mistaken, the other party was indeed chasing the mobile phone to catch up, rather than aware of his intention.
There is no one squatting here at the pier.
There are many terminals in the UK, and there are also many ferries to France and Amsterdam.
The mercenaries chasing Kincaid were not that powerful, and they monitored all the docks in a short period of time.
However, there must be someone staring at the undersea tunnel, which is why Michael didn't drive to France.
Sitting on the ferry, the three of them leaned against the railing on the top of the ferry, watching Britain gradually move away.
Luke bought a large bag of odds and ends at the small supermarket on the pier when he boarded the boat, and first gave Kincaid a bottle of drink: "Functional drink! Well, it's not the kind in Michael's car."
Kincaid didn't take it seriously, and drank it after taking it.
Luke stuffed another bottle of coffee to Michael: "You are still young, just use this to refresh yourself."
The two of them didn't care, they opened the drink and drank it, chatting while drinking.
Luke sat on the railing next to him with a smile, took out a sandwich and ate it.
On the way, he didn't forget to offer food to the chatter duo after drinking.
The reason why he was so kind was, of course, that the journey would take several hours, and it would be nice to hear some cross talk between the two of them.
Food replenishes physical strength, drinks replenish saliva, and these two words can go on forever.
Listening to the nonsense of the two, Luke gradually understood what was going on with Kincaid.
In a sense, this black bald head and Luke are the same kind of people.