Luke sighed helplessly. "I wanted to spend this time in peace …"
Vanessa's charming, electrifying eyes flew over. "Can you take care of them first?"
Luke said, "What if they got the wrong person?"
"This is the pickup. It's Edgar's. Let's kill these sons of b * tches!" A roar rang out, followed by the sound of guns being drawn.
Luke said, "Fine, it seems that they didn't get the wrong person. I'm relieved."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang!
He took down five of the six people who got out of the two cars, and the last one was shot down by Vanessa.
The whole process took less than two seconds.
Ignoring the six unlucky fellows, Luke turned his head and looked at another car that was slowly approaching not far away.
When they approached, a slightly familiar black baldie in the driver's seat greeted them casually. "Hey! It seems that you don't need my help. "
Luke chuckled. "But thank you for your kindness."
The black baldie laughed again, as if he didn't know whether to laugh or cry at Luke's thanks.
Luke waved at him. "Goodbye. I have to see my girlfriend off."
The black baldie simply nodded with a smile.
Luke said casually, "Have a nice night."
The black-haired woman in the passenger seat snorted in dissatisfaction.
As if he hadn't heard anything, Luke stepped on the gas and sped away.
Some people looked at them, but nobody made a fuss. It was perfectly normal for a few people to die in San Pedro Sula at night.
After driving for a while, Vanessa suddenly said, "Let's go to the beach."
Luke did as he was told and drove the car to a secluded beach.
He took out a towel from his backpack and spread it on the flat beach, before he sat down with Vanessa in his arms.
Gazing at the dark sea for a long time, Vanessa suddenly asked, "Will we ever meet again?"
Luke chuckled. "I'm usually in Los Angeles, except for business trips. It's not like I'm going anywhere."
Vanessa was inexplicably relieved when she heard that.
She had actually been a little conflicted in the last few days.
She had a very good impression of Luke, or rather, Luke was very attractive to her, but it wasn't to the point where she would give up her free life.
Judging from Luke's behavior, it didn't seem like he was going to pester her.
Inexplicably, she felt a sense of loss in her heart.
Now, she got an answer that was neither good nor bad, but it was also the answer that suited her best.
From the moment Luke gave this answer, the two of them were no longer passersby who met by chance, but friends who were more at ease.
Perhaps one day, when she thought of him, she could change her identity and go to Los Angeles to meet this old friend.
For Vanessa, who had very few friends, this was very good.
With this thought in mind, she asked, "What time is it now?"
Luke checked the time. "Half past eight."
She nodded. "My flight seems to be at 10: 20."
Luke said, "That's right. I'll send you there in advance. "
Vanessa couldn't help but glare at the guy next to her, but it was hard to see her enchanting electric eyes on the beach at night.
She could only turn around and stretch out her long legs to step over a certain someone's legs. She looked down at him from above. "Do you really want to be in a daze for an hour? It'll only take twenty minutes to get to the airport, right? "
Luke chuckled.
He didn't get up. He simply put his arms around her slender waist and stroked it gently. "So, can we discuss the interest payment?"
Vanessa adjusted her long dress and shifted her position. "We seem to have discussed this many times. You seem to have said that interest can be compounded?"
Luke nodded and sighed. "So, I can't pay off the interest?"
At that point, both of them heaved a long sigh.
At night, there was only the sound of the waves crashing against the beach. The sound was dense and dense, layered upon each other.
At 10: 20 pm, Luke returned to the bar by himself.
He asked for another can of juice and leaned against the counter lazily.
A few minutes later, another person also walked in. Seeing him, he walked over with a smile and sat down next to him. "Where's your girlfriend? Gone? "
Luke rapped the bar with his knuckles lazily and said to the bartender, "It's on me."
It was the black baldy from before.
Hearing this, he laughed again. "I like you, kid. Give me a Teqila.
Pop. "
When the bartender brought the drink over, the black baldy knocked the glass on the counter, and when the bubbles rose in the glass, he drank it in one gulp.
Luke raised an eyebrow. "Where's your future" girlfriend? " Now that you're here to drink, does that mean you didn't succeed? "
The black baldie put down his cup and smacked his lips. "She will be my girlfriend and my wife in the future. But love takes time to build. "
Luke blinked innocently. "So, you didn't succeed?"
As he spoke, the black baldy stared at Luke with his bull-like eyes. "Young man, cherish the beauty of love and don't waste time. Love is the most precious thing in the world. "
Luke nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense."
"But you still didn't succeed?" He calmly took a sip of juice.
The black baldy stared at him for a long time, before he suddenly smiled. "Kid, you're still too young. I personally sent her home and confirmed that it was her home. "
Luke couldn't help but laugh and gave him a thumbs up. "Professional."
The black baldy smiled smugly and suddenly stretched out his hand. "Let me introduce myself, Kincaid."
Luke also stretched out his hand and shook the man's. "Skywalker."
The corner of Kincaid's mouth twitched. "Are you serious?"
Luke withdrew his hand. "As serious as your name is."
Kincaid was silent for a moment before he withdrew his hand. "Fine, we're in the same business. Although your hands don't look like it, but your technique … hehe. "The smile on his dark face made it seem as if he understood everything.
Pondering for a moment, Luke nodded sincerely. "Sort of. I'm a good person."
Kincaid couldn't agree more. "Yes, I'm a good person too."
Bullsh * t! Who knows how many people you've killed? The same thought popped up in both of their minds.
Luke looked at the black baldy's head, which had a tattoo of a crow standing or flying on a dead tree. The overall stroke was simple, and the color was the purest black.
He looked at it for a while and said, "Your tattoo is quite interesting. What does it mean? "
After a brief silence, Kincaid said, "It represents the passing of life."
Luke hummed and didn't ask any more questions. They fell silent.
At that moment, a group of people suddenly surged into the bar.
All of them were armed with guns, most of which were rifles.
The gunmen glared at the crowd in the bar with fierce expressions.
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