He raised the Glock in his hand slightly and waved it left and right.
Pa! Pa!
The hospital immediately lost a patient with uremia and a patient with a concussion.
Michael's eyes widened. "WTF!"
Luke grabbed Kincaid and continued running. "He opened fire first."
As he said that, he had already dragged the black baldie up to the rooftop.
The three of them had just reached the rooftop when the sound of propellers rang out in the distance.
"Alright, we won't be able to escape from the rooftop now," said Luke.
Michael followed, and the three of them looked at each other.
Bang!
The rooftop door was smashed open, and a team of fully armed SWAT officers rushed in. They searched for a moment, but didn't find anything.
Downstairs, Luke put the black baldie on the ground. "Don't you think you're a fool? You could have just climbed down the scaffolding. Why did you have to jump? "
Kincaid: "… How would I know that you could jump down with me?"
On the side, Michael jumped off the scaffolding and landed on the ground. "Cut the crap. Let's try to find a car and run. Don't kill anyone, okay? I'm a security guard, not a killer, okay? "
If this went on, he felt that not only would he not be able to get his 3A security certificate back, he would also be sent to prison for the rest of his life.
The three of them sneaked into a car a street away.
The moment Michael opened the door, Luke made a decisive decision.
He threw Kincaid into the backseat and sat in the passenger seat.
Michael started the car, and the three of them set off again.
Kincaid, however, was unhappy. "Hey, what's that smell? It's like a cesspool in the back … Wait, is this the car you're driving now? "
Michael didn't say anything.
Kincaid was vexed. "Didn't you drive a Jaguar before? What's with this crappy car? In the past, we wouldn't even be interested in a piece of sh * t like this. Ugh, did that banker really blow up in the back? Also, is this an "energy drink"? Why does it smell like urine? "
Luke didn't say anything. He silently took out a mask from his backpack and opened the window a crack.
But while he was silent, the other two people in the car were not idle.
Kincaid, the coquettish old man, kept provoking Michael and revealing everything about him.
Similarly, Michael, who had suffered a huge blow, revealed a lot about Kincaid.
Michael Bryan, a former CIA agent, then a security guard.
Relying on his experience and connections in the CIA, he had obtained a 3A evaluation a few years ago. He specialized in fooling rich people into spending large sums of money to ensure his safety.
In the end, he missed a big deal.
Not only did his 3A rating skyrocket, but his life was also ruined.
Kincaid had a long criminal record, including an alcoholic father who had been in prison for a long time. In that environment, he had been in and out of prison many times at a young age.
As an assassin and a security guard, the two of them had fought many times and were basically tied.
But in terms of mentality, the older, the wiser.
Look at Kincaid. He had been shot in the leg and was being chased by the police and mercenaries, but he was still talking and laughing.
What made him better than Michael was that his mentality … was very strong.
Even when he was in deep trouble, he didn't frown. Instead, he tried to live a little more like himself, laughing and cursing as he pleased.
He wasn't like Michael, who had a resentful look on his face and hated everything.
After driving for a while, Michael stopped the car in an alley behind a bar. "We're going to switch cars. They'll notice my license plate from the surveillance cameras."
In less than a minute, the three of them switched cars again.
This time, Luke took the initiative to sit in the backseat.
Kincaid was the one who had gotten the new car. He had smashed the driver's window with a punch and completed the task in seconds.
Although Luke could easily open the door of this old Mercedes-Benz, he didn't want his credit points deducted.
Now, the two of them had stolen the car and driven it away. It had nothing to do with him.
An old Mercedes-Benz was still a Mercedes-Benz, and there wasn't a banker who had blown up the back door. This time, Luke chose the backseat, which was more relaxing and comfortable.
An old man and a young man, one in black and one in white, the two chattering fellows finally got together and started the performance of the British Two-person Rotation.
Luke, on the other hand, leisurely took out a lollipop in the backseat and enjoyed it like a salted fish.
He hadn't dared do this in the previous car, because he felt that it would make the lollipop smell like feces.
Kincaid also found the inventory of a certain British drunk driver — a small stainless steel wine jug.
Opening it and smelling it, he nodded in satisfaction and took a sip. "This whiskey isn't bad. It's a pity there's no ice. Speaking of which, how did you end up like this? A few years ago, your socks were worth more than your entire outfit now. Did the client get killed? "
Michael's lips twitched. "What's the point of talking about me? What about you? As an internationally famous hitman, how did you get caught by those Interpol rookies? "
"Of course it's because of … love, child." Kincaid sighed gloomily.
"I was doing business in Arizona when I received a call from the hospital saying that my wife had been hit by a car and was in critical condition. The hospital said that they needed the family's signature before they could proceed with the next step of the surgery. So, I didn't even have the time to finish the business in a few minutes. I got on the plane and flew back to Mexico City. "At this point, he did not say another word.
Michael asked, "And then?"
Kincaid laughed. "In the end, when I rushed into the ER, sweating profusely, more than twenty Interpol officers pointed their guns at me."
Luke interrupted and asked, "Where's Sonia now?"
He didn't think that Kincaid would obediently give in when twenty Interpol officers pointed their guns at him.
This old man was very cunning. Interpol was just ordinary stuff to him.
Sure enough, after a brief silence, Kincaid replied, "She's in the Interpol detention center in Amsterdam."
"What crime did she commit?" Luke found that odd.
Kincaid was silent for a long time before he finally replied, "In love with me?"
Luke made an international gesture at him, but he agreed with him in his heart.
Without his wife in his hands, how could Kincaid have been caught by Interpol?
Sonia reckoned that she didn't do anything wrong. Even if she did, she should be imprisoned by some country and not by Interpol.
No wonder Kincaid couldn't jump around. It turned out that the woman he loved had been captured.
"I'm trapped by love!" The black baldie laughed self-deprecatingly, but didn't look dejected. "It's just like how Agent Roussel caused your security rating to drop again and again to the lowest. There's no difference."
"Fine, you're still an eavesdropper," Michael complained.
Kincaid said, "You're complaining so loudly, like a child who hasn't succeeded in asking his mother for candy. It's hard for me not to hear you …"
Michael said, "If you have such a deep understanding of love, why don't you write a poem? You might even be able to publish it in the newspaper. "
Kincaid laughed. "Haha, listen! Lifeisahighightyfuxkinglong……
Nobodygetsoutalivenobodygetsoutalive~”8)
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