Kincaid glared at Luke. "You were really good at pretending last time."
Luke injected him with an anesthetic and chuckled. "They were just a bunch of hooligans. You weren't being serious, were you?"
The serious expression on Kincaid's face only lasted two seconds before he suddenly burst out laughing. "Same here. Right, how's your girlfriend? "
Luke didn't even raise his head as he cleaned the wound. "Where's your future wife? She didn't fly away, did she?"
Kincaid chuckled proudly. "She's already called Sonia Kincaid."
Luke raised an eyebrow. "Wow, you're really fast. It's only been two months, right?"
Kincaid shook his index finger. "No, no, no. Young man, you misunderstood. That was her name a month and a half ago. "
Luke raised his head in surprise. "Isn't that … just a few days?"
What he meant was that it had only been a few days since Kincaid had met the hot-tempered and fierce Sonia in a bar a month and a half ago.
Kincaid said triumphantly, "That's love. When you see her, you feel that you have to be with her for life to be complete. "
Luke shrugged. "Fine, it seems that you've really fallen in love with her."
Luke couldn't comment on that.
He had never felt this way about any woman in his two lives.
In his two lives, he had been in close contact with more than twenty women. Some he admired, some were indifferent, but none had made his heart palpitate like this.
Of course, he felt that this was pretty good for him.
In life, the proportion of family, love, and friendship was different. He was just the kind of person who had a low proportion of love.
On the side, the policewoman grew nervous as she watched the two of them chat casually. She slowly retreated into the bathroom and closed the door.
After she closed the door, Luke raised his head and gestured at Kincaid. He asked in a low voice, "Don't tell me this little girl is your colleague."
Kincaid snorted. "She's an Interpol officer who escorted me."
Luke understood. "That's good to hear."
Kincaid was stunned. "What?"
Luke said, "I don't think you can be a police officer. Hm, it's still impossible for you to become an undercover agent. "
Kincaid cursed angrily. He couldn't refute that. "I'm a witness."
Luke asked, "A witness in a prison van? A tainted witness, right?"
Kincaid said, "I'll have that little sister tell you later that I lost too much blood and need to rest."
Luke said, "It's just the anesthetic. You haven't lost a thousand milliliters of blood yet. You won't die."
Kincaid: "I'm an old man. A thousand milliliters can kill me."
A few minutes later, Luke treated the wound on Kincaid's leg. He took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can on the side. He looked at Roussel with a smile. "Did you find someone to send him off?"
Roussel hesitated for a moment before nodding. "He's almost here."
Luke didn't care who was coming. He was more concerned about something else. "Can you tell me what's going on? Kincaid isn't stupid enough to be surrounded and ambushed. "
Roussel looked at him strangely for a moment before saying, "You don't know what's going on?"
Luke shrugged. "I just rushed over when I heard the explosion and gunshots, and saw that Kincaid was with you, so I helped you out. Tell me, who wants to kill him? "
Roussel was suspicious, but her expression remained calm. "Because someone didn't want Kincaid to testify in court, so they got someone to silence him."
Listening to the policewoman's explanation, Luke simply took out a thermos from his backpack.
Looking at Roussel's surprised expression, he explained, "I'm just here for a vacation. I made some black tea in advance so that I wouldn't have to buy drinks. Do you want some? "
Roussel refused decisively. "I don't like tea."
Luke hummed in response. "I don't have much either. It's just enough for myself." He then poured the black tea into the thermos and drank it without any courtesy.
Poor Roussel's throat went dry from the fragrance of the milk tea, but in the end, she could only find a bottle of mineral water.
Of course she liked black tea, but she was even more afraid that there was something wrong with Luke's black tea!
They talked on and off for almost an hour, and Luke finally finished his black tea.
Suddenly, someone interjected, "This black tea isn't bad. Give me a cup."
Luke poured the last half of the black tea into his mouth and gulped it down. "Okay, I'm done."
Kincaid looked at the thermos next to him. Luke picked it up and shook it. "That's all."
Kincaid looked at Roussel, who shook her head. "There's only mineral water here. He brought his own black tea."
Kincaid said in despair, "You stingy bastard."
Luke searched in his backpack. "How about instant coffee? Nestle. "
Kincaid: "… Yes."
He was injured and did need to replenish his calories. Of course, he also needed food and water.
Luke wasn't stingy.
But how could he give the black tea and cup he had drunk from to a man, let alone an unlucky old man?
He went to the kitchen and found some convenience food in the fridge to heat up. He put it on a big plate and brought it over. "Want some?"
Looking at Roussel's conflicted expression, Luke sighed helplessly. "I'm a good person, okay?"
As he spoke, he took out his Glock from his waist and pressed it against Roussel's head.
Before she could react, the Glock was already back in its holster. "I'm not threatening you. I just want to make it clear that Kincaid and I can kill you in less than a second."
Roussel smiled bitterly as she watched Luke walk past.
Luke had been holding a big plate in his hand just now, but he hadn't shaken the plate at all when he pulled out his gun, even though there was milk and food on it.
His control over his body was unimaginable.
After receiving a direct blow, she actually relaxed.
It would only take seconds for the two guys in the room to kill her. She was alive and well, which only meant that she was … insignificant.
Kincaid was a super killer with more than 20 murder charges in more than ten countries.
How much weaker could a person who could still talk and laugh with Kincaid be?
Kincaid took a sip of the hot coffee and sighed in satisfaction. "After being shot, even instant coffee is a treat. Do you have a phone? "
Luke took out a prepaid phone from his pocket and tossed it to him.
Kincaid dialed a number and spoke to the person on the other end with a gentle expression.
With his sharp hearing, Luke could easily hear an irritable female voice on the other end of the line. "What did you do now? You're such a useless ghost … "
He got up and moved to the window. He looked through the gap in the curtains and waved at Roussel, who wasn't far away.
When she leaned over in confusion, he asked, "What's your plan?"
Roussel frowned and was silent for a moment before she said, "Send Kincaid to The Hague in the Netherlands to testify."
Luke chuckled. "Then I want to join."
Roussel: "What?"
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