Luke said righteously, "Dukhovich is an inhumane butcher. He must be judged by justice."
Roussel glanced at a certain black baldie who was already singing a love song into the phone. She felt that neither of them was normal.
Unfortunately, they were now her only two teammates. She could only say, "He's not your friend?"
Luke grinned. "This friendship isn't deep enough to help him deal with Interpol. Agent Roussel, you have friends too. Are you willing to break the law and fight the police for them? "
Roussel was lost for words.
She couldn't just say that because Kincaid didn't follow the law, she suspected that Mr. Cool Bird didn't follow the law either!
She could only acquiesce to Luke's request to join them.
What else could she do? She couldn't beat Kincaid, much less deal with this mysterious Cool Bird.
She could only pin her hopes on the reinforcements she had invited. Only that person was qualified to talk to these two guys.
Thinking of that reinforcements, she couldn't help but sigh.
Looking at the two people sitting in the room, she scratched her head. 'Why do capable men have so many problems?!'
Two hours later, there was a knock on the door.
Roussel looked at Luke, who nodded.
The door was opened, and a man was let in.
However, before the man and the woman entered the living room, they started arguing in the hallway.
Luke listened with great interest.
That was more like it! It wasn't love if there wasn't some gossip between a man and a woman.
Love wasn't as sweet as Kincaid made it out to be. It was normal for people to quarrel with each other.
On the other side, Kincaid was woken up by the quarreling couple.
Looking at Luke, who was smiling as he listened to the gossip, Kincaid rolled his eyes. As expected of a b * tch.
After listening for a while, Kincaid grew impatient. Propping up the mop he had found at the last minute, he walked to the living room door and looked at the two people who were arguing.
At that moment, their argument had already reached the point where it was like chickens talking to ducks. "You know what? Last Thursday, a bag of white flour exploded out of the back door of a 300-pound banker. Well, it was in the backseat of my car. You know, the backseat isn't made of real leather, it's made of cloth. "
"Alright, Michael, I don't have time …"
"… Imagine how I feel when I wash my car …"
"Michael, I don't have time to waste with you …"
"I must sell that car when I have the chance …"
"Enough, Michael! I didn't betray you, I just, took it! You! Fling! Got it! … "
"…"
"Michael, you always want to push the blame onto me …" Roussel's voice was high for a moment before it fell again. He sighed helplessly. "The target of this escort is inside. According to our agreement, if you do this task well, I'll help you get your 3A rating back. Don't talk sh * t like 'forgive me' anymore. I don't need it. "
Kincaid looked like he had a toothache. He didn't want to listen anymore. "Hey, the blood donor is here … Uh …"
“WTF！”
Facing each other at the door, the two men spoke almost at the same time, and Kincaid raised his gun.
The person's reaction was also very fast. He immediately slapped his hand away and hit the door frame.
In pain, Kincaid couldn't help but let go of the gun, but he pulled out another gun from behind his waist with his other hand.
The person pressed down with both hands and locked Kincaid's hands in place. He slammed them against the door frame on the other side and knocked the gun away.
At the same time, he reached for his waist with one hand.
Kincaid reacted quickly and aimed a knee between the man's legs.
The man clamped his legs together and pressed his gun against the fatal knee.
The two of them crashed into the wall of the hall.
Kincaid, however, reached under the man's armpit and pulled out a gun. The man also pulled out a gun from his waist with his other hand. Both of them pointed their guns at each other's heads at the same time.
The next moment, both of them felt the grip on their guns tighten.
They turned their heads and saw Luke standing next to them with a smile. He grabbed their hands that were holding their guns and said, "I think it's better to give an old man a blood transfusion first before you take your time. What do you think?"
"Who are you?" The man stared blankly at Luke.
Kincaid heaved a sigh of relief.
He had forgotten that he had a "companion," even if this "companion" wasn't very reliable.
"You idiot bodyguard, you really have some skills … Uh …" Staring at the man, Kincaid's head spun, his eyes rolled back, and he fell back.
Luke sighed helplessly and looked at Kincaid.
One of the guy's hands was still in Luke's grip, and he hung limply in the air, like a female dancer in a ballroom dance.
Luke resisted the urge to throw the old man out. Instead of dragging him back to the sofa in the living room.
Turning his head to look at the person at the door, Luke gestured. "Where's the blood? Give it to this old guy, or he'll continue to be unconscious. "
The man smacked his lips and finally put away his gun. He walked in with the box of blood bags.
Roussel was dumbfounded for a long time before she finally came back to her senses and picked up the guns that had fallen to the ground.
She didn't know that Kincaid had so many guns on him.
A moment later, Luke sat down by the window with great interest and pretended to look at the scenery, when he heard the couple arguing again.
"… What? You want me to escort this murderer? He tried to kill me twenty-seven times. No, including just now, it's twenty-eight times … "
"Kincaid is a witness! If he doesn't testify before the International Criminal Court in The Hague tomorrow, Dukhovich will be acquitted … "
"Can't we just take him to The Hague?"
"I can't! There's a mole in Interpol. The eighteen elite operatives who escorted him this morning were all killed, including six GIPNs. "
"Ha, you call them elites? I think it's more appropriate to say that they're kind. "
Michael was a young man in his thirties. He had handsome features, but his face was covered in stubble and he looked very depressed. He also had a lot of dirty talk.
Hm, he could compete with Kincaid in his flirtatious ways.
Furthermore, while arguing with his "ex-girlfriend," Agent Roussel, he also threw poker cards at the unconscious Kincaid's face. The cards slapped Kincaid's face loudly.
Luke couldn't be bothered. In any case, the old man's skin was pretty thick.
As the couple talked, they got agitated again and went to the bedroom.
Luke had thought that it would be like in the movies, where if arguing didn't work, they would use their bodies to decide the victor.
Unfortunately, in less than two minutes, they came out again. Roussel had even put on her coat — she had gone to put it on.
"… Why do you believe me? Because I've never lied to you. " In the hallway at the door, Roussel choked up. "… After we complete this mission, I'll help you get your 3A rating back, and you'll be able to live the life you used to. Then, we'll never contact each other again, okay? "
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