Selina rolled her eyes.
She knew it! So that was what Palmer was planning, which was why he had rejected Palmer's request on the surface.
He had never intended to expose himself.
Selina had been worried that Luke would lose his cool, but as it turned out, he was still as cautious as ever.
After that, they simply moved forward in silence.
But half an hour later, Luke looked at where they were and shook his head. They wouldn't be able to reach Mexico before dawn.
He stopped and said, "This is too slow. I'll carry you."
Selina: "Huh?"
A moment later, she mumbled on Luke's back, "Am I that weak?"
Another moment passed, and she was silent.
Luke jogged with her on his back, and was actually faster than she could walk on her own.
"Are you a monster?" she couldn't help but ask.
Maintaining his jogging speed, Luke replied casually, "Have you ever seen me tired?"
Frowning, Selina thought for a long time, before she nodded. "That's true. You're always in high spirits the next day after you talk business with Miss Jenny. "
Luke chuckled.
Was talking business the main point? The main point was that he would always work overtime in private after he finished talking business.
If he spent all his energy on business, Secretary Jenny would probably go on strike.
After talking about this, Selina lay on his back and felt the broad and firm muscles under her. She yawned and actually fell asleep just like that.
Of course Luke knew that, but he didn't say anything and simply sped up.
With sixteen times the strength of a regular person and Elementary Self-Healing, all he needed to do was run.
They soon reached a ravine. Without any hesitation, he shot out the grappling hook and soared into the air with Selina.
They covered a distance of more than forty meters in the blink of an eye. They ran as fast as they could to reduce the momentum. Selina was still sleeping soundly on his back.
Under the night sky, there were only two figures moving forward together.
…
When Luke woke Selina up, she looked around and asked, "Where are we?"
Luke said, "Mexico. We need to put on our makeup and find a car to get to the nearest city. "
Ten minutes later, the two of them walked into a small town.
Luke turned into a long-haired Latino youth, while Selina's transformation was much simpler. She simply changed her facial features and put on a yellow wig.
Very quickly, they bought a shabby Ford that had been handed down for years, and the two of them continued heading west.
After a short nap, Selina started analyzing the files again and picked out the key points.
Just before dawn the next day, the two of them entered Ohinaga, bought a pickup truck that was in good condition, and set off again.
Sipping her drink, Selina cut Catherine's sandwich into small pieces and fed it to Luke.
He was in a rush today, and time was tight, so he could only do this.
After feeding Luke, she ate on the side and mumbled, "Catherine's good too. Did you learn your cooking from her?"
Luke nodded decisively. "That's right. Catherine is a great cook."
Selina found that odd. "Why didn't Claire learn it?"
Pondering for a moment, Luke said, "Maybe it's because she's the same kind of person as you?"
Selina was stumped for a moment before she said angrily, "What? Is it strange that a woman isn't good at cooking? "
Luke shook his head. "Not at all. That's why I have two of them with me."
Selina was lost for words.
She felt that there was something wrong with that, but there was nothing wrong with it.
After all, neither she nor Claire were good at cooking.
Just like that, the two of them chatted occasionally and discussed intelligence. In the evening, they arrived at Tijuana, the largest city on the northwestern border of Mexico.
As the fourth largest city in Mexico, Tijuana had a permanent population of around two million. Every day, a large number of American tourists passed through the border and went on vacation in Mexico.
To the west was the Pacific Ocean, to the south was the charming Baja Peninsula, and to the north was San Diego, California.
Many Americans even spent the day in Tijuana and went back to San Diego to rest at night.
As a result, Tijuana had spawned a lot of tourism-related projects. Casinos, legal red zones, and hotels were everywhere.
Compared with other places in Mexico, Tijuana had a very good security environment. At the very least, large-scale fights and hanging parts of enemies' bodies in public were relatively rare.
Many gangsters chose this place as a place to work and rest, and Dito Flores was one of them.
Unfortunately, this was just the surface of the city.
In fact, this was a place more suitable for the title of "City of Sin" than Los Angeles.
Looking at the "big" city under the setting sun, Selina sighed. "My hometown."
She was a bona fide American. She was born and raised in the United States, but it wasn't wrong for her to call Mexico her hometown.
Her father, Marino, had a falling out with his family in order to marry her mother, Sandra. Marino, who was eighteen, had smuggled Sandra, who was sixteen, to America.
At that time, Sandra had been pregnant with Selina.
So, Selina was indeed a native American, but she had "stayed" in Mexico for a few months while she was still in her mother's belly.
She knew a lot about Mexico. After all, her parents were both Mexican, and they often talked about their past in Mexico.
Later, a few of Marino's cousins came to work on the ranches outside of town and settled down there.
Robert turned a blind eye to the existence of these people.
Shackelford had a small population. Most of the young people would go to big cities like Dallas, Fort Worth, and Houston when they grew up. Not many people stayed in town.
The ranches and farms, on the other hand, required a lot of manpower.
Those who could stay in Shackelford were basically people who were willing to work hard and were dutiful people.
Those who wanted to make a fortune through crooked means certainly wouldn't stay in town to eat dirt, and Marino wouldn't bother with such troublesome relatives.
Selina had grown up in such an environment. Apart from everything else, she had been fluent in Mexican since she was little.
She was naturally proficient in a foreign language, not to mention that it was Spanish, which American police officers needed to learn the most.
Luke was too lazy to bother Selina, who was occasionally artistic. He connected his fake phone to his laptop and dialed a number.
After a few rings, Roger's puzzled voice rang out. "Who are you looking for?"
A series of voices rang out on Luke's fake phone, but they were in Spanish.
Roger was a little stunned. "Wait, speak slowly, more slowly."
Luke rolled his eyes and had no choice but to slow down the audio playback a little.
He really had to be considerate of Roger, an old man!
He was old and had a bad heart. His wife was tough, his children were too energetic, and his partner was mentally ill. Yet, he had come all the way to Mexico to deal with the leader of a major gang.
Thinking about it this way, Roger hadn't been having a good time recently.
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