On the other side, Kincaid sneered. "What's there to talk about with this kind of transvestite? Hmm, or zombies, or vampires or something. "
Michael said, "A zombie! He wouldn't let us hit him in the head. He's definitely a zombie. "
Bang!
The driver, who had just turned into a black shadow and was behind Luke at high speed, was hit in the head by the stick and fell to the ground.
This driver was at most 60% as strong as Raquel, the female vampire in the secret room. He would only be unlucky if he ran into him.
Luke stepped on the guy's back. "Tell me, who sent you? Don't tell me it's Dukhovich. He's not one of you. "
The driver struggled weakly on the ground and shouted, "Is there something on your stick?"
Luke hit the back of the man's head with the tip of the stick. "Do you look like you're not? I've already smashed your head open. Do you think I don't know you're afraid of silver weapons? "
As he hit hard, sparks appeared on the back of the driver's head, and he screamed, "You know, but you still dare to go against us? We'll get revenge. "
Luke was impatient. He picked up the Glock in his hand. Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A row of holes appeared in the driver's abdomen.
"I'm the one asking you questions. Tell me where your people are. I'll have them take revenge for you, "he said mockingly.
Less than five minutes later, Luke stabbed the driver in the head.
As they watched the criminal driver wail and struggle in agony before he was reduced to a pile of sparks and ashes, the chatty duo also fell silent.
Luke got into the car and shouted from the backseat, "Get in. We're in a hurry, guys."
Only then did they wake up from a dream and get in the car.
Luke took out another lollipop and began to eat it as he hummed.
alive”。
After a brief silence, Kincaid, the thick-skinned man, asked, "What the hell was that?"
Luke switched the lollipop from his left cheek to his right. "Michael's thinking is wrong. Hitting a vampire in the head won't necessarily kill him, but it'll hurt and he'll be disfigured. So, of course he doesn't want to be hit in the head. "
Michael couldn't help but interrupt, "Are you familiar with these … vampires?"
Luke shook his head. "I'm not familiar with them, but I saw a guy called a Daywalker chase them down and kill a lot of them."
Michael and Kincaid both gasped.
This kind of monster that can still be alive and kicking after being shot more than ten times, how could he chase after a large group of people and kill them all by himself?
At that point, Luke raised his own question. "Why did Dukhovich hook up with a vampire? Have you heard anything suspicious? "
The two in the front row were silent for a moment. Michael shook his head.
Kincaid, however, said, "I once heard that Dukhovich would secretly send certain" criminals "who had been sentenced to death to somewhere in Eastern Europe, and the people who took them over were certain private organizations."
Luke nodded and didn't say anything else.
It was quite possible that Dukhovich was providing "goods" to the vampires for mutual benefit.
There was nothing more convenient than a person in power to plunder "goods". When the person in power was cruel and had no bottom line, plundering would be even more convenient.
After the commotion, the chatty duo fell silent for a moment.
But Michael suddenly asked, "How can they catch up to us with the surveillance cameras alone? There were at least three or four forks along the way. Are they guarding every fork? I'd rather believe that they have people at the docks. "
Luke didn't say anything.
It was impossible for him to leak his whereabouts. The most important thing about the fake phone was anti-surveillance and anti-location.
Also, he rarely moved around in Europe. His targets were basically all dead, so it was impossible for him to be targeted.
However, his gaze fell on Kincaid in the passenger seat.
Michael also looked at Kincaid.
The black baldie was surprised. "What? I'm a victim. Would I ask someone to kill me? "
Michael couldn't help but glance at the backseat in the rearview mirror.
Luke coughed. "My phone can't be tracked, but I don't know about yours."
Michael shook his head decisively. "I used a ghost chip. There's no way to trace its source …"
He looked suspiciously at the black baldie. "Where did you get the gun just now?"
Kincaid shrugged. "I got it from a mercenary."
Michael: "… You didn't take his phone, did you?"
After a brief silence, Kincaid chuckled dryly. "… It was a coincidence."
The car rocked, and Michael roared, "WTF! Why aren't you throwing it away? Don't you know that a phone chip can easily track a person's location? That's why I used a ghost chip! It's already been 4002 years. Are you still living in the last century? "
Kincaid was unhappy. "I'm an old man, but I'll take action once I've identified a target. I won't plan like you, hesitate, and weigh the pros and cons, okay?"
The talkative duo began to quarrel again.
But as Kincaid argued, he threw the phone out the window and admitted his mistake.
Luke took out his lollipop and continued to enjoy it as a spectator.
He knew that Kincaid had a phone on him, which could attract enemies.
But so what? It was all experience and credit points that came knocking on his door!
Unfortunately, Michael had discovered the phone as a decoy, and Luke didn't want to be labeled an idiot.
Once someone was deemed an idiot, they would avoid him when there was something good in the future, and look for him to take the blame when there was something bad.
As the sun gradually rose, the three of them arrived at a dock.
Michael was right. The other party had indeed chased after the phone, and hadn't sensed Michael's intentions.
There wasn't anyone at the dock.
There were a lot of docks in England, and there were also a lot of ferries to France and Amsterdam.
The mercenaries chasing Kincaid weren't powerful enough to monitor all the docks in a short period of time.
On the other hand, there were definitely people watching the undersea tunnel, which was why Michael hadn't driven to France.
On the ferry, the three of them leaned against the railing at the top of the ferry and watched England leave.
Luke had bought a big bag of snacks at the small supermarket at the dock before boarding the ship. He gave Kincaid a drink first. "An energy drink! Hm, not the kind in Michael's car. "
Kincaid didn't think much of it. He took it and drank it.
Luke gave Michael another bottle of coffee. "You're still young. Drink this to refresh yourself."
Neither of them minded. They opened the drinks and drank as they chatted.
Luke sat on the railing with a smile and took out a sandwich to eat.
Halfway through, he didn't forget to give the chatty duo food after they had finished their drinks.
The reason he was so kind was naturally because the journey would take a few hours, and it wouldn't be bad to listen to the two of them talk.
Food replenished their strength, and drinks replenished their saliva. These two chatterboxes could keep chatting.
Listening to them talk, Luke gradually understood what was going on with Kincaid.
In a sense, the black baldie and Luke were the same kind of person.
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