Good, "Michael blurted out.
"… This is too embarrassing." With a complicated expression, Roussel pushed the door open and left.
Looking at the closed door, Michael suddenly slapped his head in frustration. "Damn it! Why did I say that? "
“good！ Looks like you're not completely stupid, "Luke finally said in the living room.
Michael turned his head. "Huh?"
Luke shrugged. "You haven't had a girlfriend in a long time, right? Hm, maybe you had some "female" friends when you were rich, but this girl is probably the only one who really loved you. "
Michael narrowed his dead fish eyes. "How old are you? Do you know what love is? "
Luke chuckled. "Because I don't have a girlfriend yet, so I don't need to worry about love, young man."
Michael's lips moved, but he realized that he couldn't refute that. He could only change the topic and point at Kincaid. "Shouldn't you change your friend's clothes?"
Luke crossed his arms and looked at him strangely. "Why are you here?"
Michael looked back at him strangely. "To protect this damn old guy."
Luke spread his hands. "That's why he's your mission target, not mine. Besides, I don't know him well. Why should I help him change his clothes? "
This was an unlucky old man. Who the hell would want to help him change his clothes?
Michael choked again. A moment later, he gave a thumbs up. "I'm so lucky to be friends with you."
Luke didn't think much of it.
Lucky? Of course.
It was easy to find someone to help you change your clothes, but very difficult to find someone to save your life.
Kincaid woke up from his coma. He looked at the blood bag hanging from his neck and then at his other hand. "What the hell is this?"
Michael sorted out his equipment. "Handcuffs. You haven't forgotten that you're a prisoner, have you? "
Kincaid: "No, I mean, who helped me change into these" fashionable "clothes?"
"You're lucky that I brought two sets of clothes." Michael started to put on his coat.
Kincaid looked at his "new" clothes. It was a suit with a vest. "You're so gay. How dare you wear this? Let me guess, you didn't buy it when you were a bodyguard a few years ago, did you? You did look like a girl back then, haha. "
Michael curled his lip and ignored the question.
Kincaid said, "Hm, I don't think I'm wearing underwear? It feels a little cold. "
Luke finally said, "He did it for you, not me."
Michael rolled his eyes. Thank you so much.
But he still said, "You're wearing underwear, or I wouldn't dare change your pants for you, okay?"
Kincaid said, "How lame."
Suddenly, an old-fashioned phone in the room rang.
All three frowed.
Michael quickly stood up. "This is an Interpol safe house. If no one picks up the phone, or if there is a problem with the person's identity, they will send someone to check. "
Luke's ears twitched. "I think … they're already here."
He lifted the curtains slightly and saw a few police cars on the street not far away. They had their lights on and sirens blaring as they rushed over.
At the same time, two black SUVs stopped downstairs. Eight men with guns got out and rushed in. It was obvious that they were not the police.
"Chen:" Indeed, "Indeed," Like "Inter.
Michael quickly unlocked Kincaid's handcuffs.
Kincaid, however, was unperturbed. "Where's that pretty cop? Hmm, I think he's called Roussel? "
Luke said, "Let's go."
"Damn it, I quite like this girl … Uh …" Kincaid saw Luke's interested expression. "She's quite energetic. I want a daughter like her in the future."
Luke sighed regretfully. "I thought your love had changed targets."
Kincaid wiped his nonexistent cold sweat. "I'll only love my Sonia."
Luke got up and picked up his backpack. "Let's go, unless you want to kill dozens of police officers down there."
Kincaid also stood up. "Dozens? Are there really that many?"
Luke said, "Yes, there are at least twenty SWAT officers."
Michael was already waving at the door. "If you dare touch them, believe it or not, it'll be the SAS next time."
This time, Kincaid didn't say anything.
SAS was not to be trifled with.
One or two Kincaids could deal with them, but once the SAS was deployed, it wouldn't just be one or two. At the very least, it would be a complete squad that could beat the injured Kincaid to the ground.
After the three of them left the room, Michael was about to go right, but Luke grabbed him and gave him a few tactical signs.
The two of them leaned against the stairwell, and the two people on the other side of the door pushed it open and entered.
Almost at the same time, Luke punched one of them in the back of the head, and Michael grabbed the other by the throat.
Dong!
Michael watched as Luke withdrew his fist from the face of the criminal in his arms and gestured at him. He helplessly dropped the unconscious criminal and followed Luke.
Just as they pushed open the door to the stairwell, there were two bangs behind them.
Both of them rolled their eyes at the same time and turned around.
On the other side of the stairwell, Kincaid had just lowered his gun. "Thank you for your protection. These two guys almost shot me in the butt."
Michael: "… Well done. What do you think the police officers downstairs will do?"
With his keen ears, Luke could already hear several police officers shouting downstairs. "Gunshots! Gunshots upstairs!"
There was also the sound of footsteps coming from downstairs.
Luke sighed and pointed at the top of the building.
It was fine to kill some criminals, but there were dozens of police officers down there. He really didn't want to fight them.
He gestured at Michael, who helped Kincaid up, and the three of them ran to the top of the building.
Kincaid had been prepared to suffer, but in the end, Luke almost dragged him to the top of the building. He smiled and was about to say something.
Luke, however, gestured for him to pause the flirtatious talk.
Michael had just rushed out of the stairwell and was running to the top floor when two armed criminals sneaked out of the stairwell.
Bang! Pa!
With a kick in the stomach and a slap in the face, Luke knocked the two criminals to the ground.
There was no need to kill them.
There were a bunch of police officers down there, and he didn't want them chasing after him.
In any case, the guy who had been kicked in the stomach would be peeing blood for at least a week, and the one who had been slapped in the face had a severe concussion.
Bang!
Michael, who was running in front, stopped and turned his head. A criminal who had just emerged from the stairwell in the distance had been shot down.
Naturally, it was Kincaid who had been quick to fire this shot.
Luke slapped his forehead. "Kincaid, there are dozens of police officers downstairs. Can't you keep a low profile? Look at me, I'm only slapping and kicking them in the stomach. "
Kincaid: "I'll be more careful next time?"
Luke: … Like hell I'll believe you! You black baldie, you're a slut.
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