The so-called hitman was just a way for Kincaid to earn money when he killed bad guys, just like how Luke killed bad guys to earn experience and credit points.
None of the people he killed were innocent.
Michael was speechless when Kincaid calmly claimed to be a good person.
Michael had fought Kincaid many times, and naturally knew what kind of people Kincaid wanted to kill; they basically deserved to die.
But Michael, who wanted to make a lot of money, didn't care if these customers were good or bad, as long as they paid.
Luke also understood why a decisive hitman like Kincaid had offered to help him and Vanessa when he found out that they had been found by a gang in Honduras.
Because the black baldie really was a good person, and he was truly sure that he was doing a good deed.
Even though he killed people like flies, this guy was very cheerful and open-minded, as if he could see through everything.
In comparison, Michael was much worse.
This guy, who was still working hard for money and his career, didn't seem to understand what he really wanted.
If he simply liked money and success, he wouldn't be so confused.
Wavering between being a good person and making a lot of money, he had turned himself into a decadent young man.
Luke heaved a sigh of satisfaction and stretched.
It was best not to be too complicated!
The more you thought about it, the more trouble you would have, because there was no end to the problems in this world.
…
It was sunny in Amsterdam at noon on a summer day.
The city was full of beautiful scenes, with flowers and gaily dressed people walking among the old buildings and streets.
The three of them took a bus to a secret base that was supposedly Michael's, but he couldn't open the password lock.
"The landlord changed the password and set up a Heiziger alarm system. If you get the password wrong three times …" Michael was about to show off his extraordinary decryption skills, when Luke silently stretched out his hand.
He pointed his fake phone at the password lock for three seconds, and the door opened with a click.
Michael: "… Fine, it seems that the landlord didn't install a new security system."
Kincaid gave him a thumbs-up. "You're so professional. That's great!" He then laughed and walked in.
Michael's face darkened as he looked at Luke.
Luke nodded. "Well, this secret base is great." He then walked in.
After entering, he sat by the window and looked at the scenery outside.
Michael changed into clean clothes and prepared to take Kincaid to The Hague.
Kincaid said that he wanted to take a shower and change into decent clothes.
Then Michael began to call his ex-girlfriend, Agent Rossel of Interpol.
Luke couldn't help but smile when Michael, who lacked EQ, "magnanimously" forgave his ex-girlfriend, only to be scolded by the furious Agent Roussel. Congratulations, Michael Bryan! The sour smell of love was once again blown away by your stinky mouth!
As he thought of this, his gaze fell on the corner of the street, where a black bald head happened to flash by.
A minute later, Michael rushed downstairs and asked, "Where's Kincaid?"
Luke shrugged. "Aren't you keeping an eye on him?"
Michael cursed, put on his helmet, and rushed out of the safe house on a motorcycle.
A moment later, Luke left the room.
But this time, he was wearing a set of black leather clothes and a completely enclosed black helmet on his head. With a stride, he stepped onto a fat Harley motorcycle.
With a low rumble, the Harley Fat Boy charged onto the street and sped off.
A moment later, Luke stopped next to a clock tower. Looking at Kincaid, who was walking over with a basket of tulips, he sighed. "The love master really lives up to his reputation. No wonder he turned Sonia into his wife in just a few days."
Muttering to himself, he looked at a house a few hundred meters away from the clock tower. It was the Interpol jail, where Kincaid's wife, Sonia, was locked up.
When she had talked to Kincaid on the phone, she had said that she could only see the clock tower from her room.
Looking up at the basket of beautiful tulips at the top of the clock tower that faced the jail, Luke changed his mind.
Before this, he had always had another plan, which was to send Kincaid to testify and test out how much experience and credit he could get from this kind of auxiliary work.
But after understanding Kincaid's character, he felt that there was no need to disturb the old man's sweet journey for an experiment.
After the trial, he could shoot Dukhovich, and he would also get a lot of experience and credit points.
The drone had already landed at the clock tower and was monitoring the surroundings.
Many suspicious people were highlighted on the screen.
With a few glances, Luke could tell that these guys weren't police officers.
Their style was exactly the same as that of the people who had chased after Kincaid in Coventry. They were clearly mercenaries.
Luke parked the bike and walked into the crowd without taking off his helmet.
Starting from the periphery, he approached the people who followed Kincaid one by one.
The moment he got close, he grabbed the criminal and punched him in the stomach and the back of the head. He then helped the criminal, who had gone limp, take two steps and lay him down on a stone bench on the side.
It had to be said that the square near the clock tower was pretty good. There were flowers everywhere, and there were things for people to rest on. It was very easy for Luke to find a place to throw away the trash.
His movements were extremely fast, and his attacks were very covert.
In the afternoon sun, everyone was lazing around and enjoying themselves. Very few people paid attention to Luke.
Just like that, he forced more than ten mercenaries to sleep.
Of course, if these guys were lucky, they would be sent to the hospital, and if they weren't, they would wake up from the cold at night.
Luke was amused as he watched Michael, who had also knocked out several mercenaries, enter the clock tower.
He didn't go in to join in the fun. Instead, he sat back on the motorcycle and checked the surveillance footage while listening to the conversation in the clock tower through his earpiece.
Of course, Kincaid, who had lived in the last century, didn't know that Luke had planted a few bugs on him while he was unconscious.
Otherwise, Luke wouldn't be so relaxed.
…
"Can't you find someone to deliver the flowers?"
"No, it's been a long time since I bought flowers for Sonia. She'll love them to death."
"Even if you have a bunch of mercenaries who want to kill you?"
"It's been a long time since we last met, so of course I have to give her a special surprise."
The chatty duo in the clock tower started to bicker.
…
Luke's lips curled up. He started the motorcycle and unhurriedly drove through the street.
Michael was still too young. Kincaid was a true master of love.
This was love!
Sighing inwardly, he stuck out the P226 with the silencer in his left hand from under his right armpit.
Pu! Pu! Pu!
Up ahead, one mercenary outside the car and three mercenaries inside were each shot.
The mercenary outside the car had a hole in his thigh. The mercenary inside the car could only take the hit with his upper body, because Luke couldn't see their lower bodies. 8)
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