Kincaid glared at Luke: "Last time, you acted really well."
Luke gave him an injection of anesthesia and chuckled: "That's a bunch of punks, you didn't take it seriously, did you?"
The serious look on Kincaid's face lasted only two seconds, and he suddenly laughed out loud: "Everyone. By the way, how is your girlfriend?"
Luke didn't raise his head, and kept cleaning the wound: "Where is your future wife, can't she fly?"
Kincaid laughed lightly, extremely proud: "Her name is Sonia Kincaid now."
Luke raised his eyebrows: "Wow, your hands and feet are really fast, it's only been two months?"
Kincaid raised the index finger of one hand and shook it again and again: "No, no, no, young man, you misunderstood. She was called this name a month and a half ago."
Luke looked up in astonishment: "Isn't that just a few days?"
What he meant was that it was only a few days before Kincaid met the outburst and fierce Sonia in the bar a month and a half ago.
Kincaid said triumphantly: "This is love. When you see her, you will feel that you must be with her, and life is complete."
Luke shrugged: "Well, it seems that you really fell in love with her."
Luke couldn't comment on this remark.
He had never felt this way about any woman in his two lives.
In the two lifetimes, he has had close contact with no less than twenty women, some of whom he admired very much, and some of whom he felt insipid, but none of whom were so heart-thumping and desperate.
Of course, he thought it was fine.
In life, the proportion of family affection, love and friendship is different, and he is just the kind of person whose love proportion is very low.
Beside, seeing the two chatting and laughing freely, a certain policewoman became nervous, and slowly retreated into the bathroom and closed the door.
After she closed the door, Luke raised his head, gestured to Kincaid, and asked in a low voice, "Don't say this little sister is your colleague."
Kincaid curled his lips: "The Interpol who escorted me."
Luke understood: "I'm relieved."
Kincaid was stunned: "hat?"
Luke: "I don't think you can be a policeman. Well, it's still impossible to break into an undercover police officer."
Kincaid sneered in annoyance, and the argument couldn't be denied: "I'm a witness."
Luke: "The witness in the prison car, taint the witness?"
Kincaid: "Let that little sister tell you later that I have lost too much blood and want to rest."
Luke: "This is just the effect of the anesthetic. You won't die if you lose less than a thousand milliliters of blood."
Kincaid: "I am an old man, and a thousand milliliters can kill half my old man."
A few minutes later, Luke treated the wound on Kincaid's leg, took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can beside him, and looked at Roselle with a smile on his face: "Have you found someone to send him?"
Russell hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "He's almost here."
Luke didn't care who was coming, he cared about another thing: "Can you tell me what's going on? Kincaid isn't stupid enough to be surrounded and ambushed."
Roselle looked at him with a strange expression for a moment, and then said, "You don't know what's going on?"
Luke shrugged: "I just rushed over when I heard the explosion and gunshots, and saw Kincaid with you, the policeman, so I helped you by the way. Tell me, who wants to kill him?"
Russell was suspicious, but his face remained calm: "Because some people don't want Kincaid to testify in court, so they find someone to silence them."
Luke listened to the policewoman talking about the situation for a while, and he simply took out a thermos from his backpack.
Looking at Roselle's surprised eyes, he explained: "I'm just here for a tour, so I'll make some black tea in advance so as not to buy drinks. Do you want some?"
Russell resolutely refused: "I don't like drinking tea."
Luke hummed: "It just so happens that I don't have much, it's only enough for me to drink." He poured black tea on the lid of the thermos cup and drank it, without any intention of being polite at all.
Poor Russell's throat was dry due to the aroma of milk tea, but in the end he could only find a bottle of mineral water to support it.
Of course she likes to drink black tea, but she is even more afraid of something wrong with Luke's black tea!
The two talked on and off for about an hour, and Luke sipped his black tea slowly, and finally reached the bottom.
Suddenly someone interrupted: "This black tea is good, give me a cup."
Luke lifted the lid of the cup, poured the last half cup of black tea into his mouth, and gulped down: "Well, it's over."
Kincaid looked at the thermos next to him, Luke picked it up and shook it: "It's gone."
Kincaid looked at Roselle again, and the little policewoman shook her head again and again: "There is only mineral water here, and he brought the black tea himself."
Kincaid despaired: "You miser."
Luke took out from his backpack: "Is instant coffee okay? It's from Nestle."
Kincaid: "... yes."
He was injured and really needed some calories, as well as food and water.
Luke is not stingy either.
But how could I give the black tea and cups I drank to a man, an old non-chieftain man.
He went to the kitchen, found some convenience food in the refrigerator to heat up, put it on a large plate and brought it over: "Let's eat together?"
Seeing Russell's tangled expression, Luke sighed helplessly: "I'm a good person, ok?"
As he spoke, he pulled out his hand at his waist, and Glock held Roselle's head.
Before she could react, Glock put the gun back into the holster: "I'm not threatening you, I just want to explain that Kincaid and I want to kill you, and it won't take a second."
Roselle looked at Luke who was walking by, and smiled wryly.
Just now Luke was holding a large plate in his hand, but the action of drawing and retracting the gun did not make the plate shake at all, even though there was milk and food on it.
The control of this body is incredible.
After being hit by Chiguoguo, she really relaxed.
It only takes a second for the two guys in the room to kill her. She is alive and well, which only shows that she is... insignificant.
Kincaid is a super killer with more than 20 murder charges in more than a dozen countries.
How much weaker can a person who is still talking and laughing to Kincaid with a calm expression be weaker than him
Kincaid took a sip of the hot coffee and sighed with satisfaction: "After being shot, I even enjoyed the fucking instant coffee. Is there a phone?"
Luke took out a prepaid mobile phone from his pocket and threw it to him.
Kincaid dialed a number, and with a gentle expression on his face, he started talking to the other party.
Luke, who has keen ears, easily heard a violent female voice coming from the microphone: "What did you do again? You useless ghost..."
He wisely got up, moved to the window, watched the movement outside through the gap in the curtain, and waved to Roselle who was not far away.
When she leaned over suspiciously, he asked, "What are your plans?"
Russell frowned, and said in silence for a moment: "Send Kincaid to The Hague, Netherlands, to testify."
Luke smiled: "Then I want to join."
Russell: "hat?"