With a blood-curdling scream, the child with the foul mouth had already been electrocuted.
There was nothing Luke could do.
These mercenaries weren't Kincaid or Roussel. Who would put up with Michael's foul mouth?
"Now, tell me, where did Kincaid go? I'll count to three … "
Michael's mouth moved quickly. "Wait, wait. You're not a vampire, are you? Look at how pale your face is and how red your lips are … "
The executioner, who was about to say "one," subconsciously paused, but still shouted "two."
Michael hurriedly said, "I'll talk, I'll talk. He's right behind you, I swear! See, I swear in the name of the Boy Scouts … Ah! "
The executioner impatiently put the taser on him again. "Who are you kidding? Do you think I'll believe you … ugh … "
A loop of rope quietly fell from above and tied him up. Then, the rope quickly wrapped around his body several times.
Two large hands reached out from behind the executioner and grabbed his hands. They took the taser away from Michael and pressed it down on the executioner's chest, which was covered in strange tattoos. Then, he pressed down on the taser with one hand and reached for the adjustment button with the other. He turned the electricity to the maximum and pressed harder on the executioner's chest. "He didn't lie to you. I'm right behind you!"
How could the executioner answer? Smoke rose, and the smell of barbecue wafted out of his body.
But even so, the guy was still conscious. He just grimaced in pain, and two sharp teeth protruded from his lips.
"Tell me, where are your compatriots?" Luke asked after pausing the electric shock for a moment.
"Just wait for your death! They'll come for you … "the executioner threatened.
Luke wasn't in the mood to talk to him. He got Michael off the execution chair, threw him on a mattress, and tied the executioner to it.
Luke stabbed the tip of the taser into the executioner's chest and turned on the electric current.
He walked to the side and checked on Michael's condition.
As it turned out, the guy had been suffering from insomnia recently. The electric shock successfully helped him fall into a half-asleep state, so Luke didn't bother to wake him up.
Luke suddenly turned around and said, "Kincaid, put down the cutter. Do you want to kill someone? If you have the strength, get Michael out of here. "
The black baldie, who had just reached the door and was about to smash someone with a cutter, was stunned. "Cool Bird?"
Luke hummed a response. "Are you still going to The Hague to testify? If you don't want to go, leave Michael in the car outside and help yourself. "
Kincaid asked, "You're letting me go?"
He had several chances to slip away earlier, but Luke had been watching him, so he could only give up.
Now that he heard this, he didn't quite believe it.
Luke said, "I'll find an opportunity to shoot Dukhovich. It won't matter if you're there or not."
Kincaid sighed helplessly. "Forget it. I owe Michael."
Luke chuckled inwardly and didn't say anything.
The black baldy's wife was still in the hands of Interpol. It would be a miracle if he could escape.
His agreement with Interpol was that if he appeared in court, Interpol would let his wife go.
Unlike the naive Interpol, Luke knew that the only thing that could stop Kincaid from escaping was his wife.
Would Kincaid still obediently serve his sentence in prison after Sonia was released from prison?
That would be unless the old man was locked up in a special prison, but Interpol probably didn't have prisons for special people.
Interpol sounded high and mighty, but they were actually at loggerheads with various countries every day. Few countries liked them, let alone offered them territory to set up special prisons.
Walking back to the execution chair, Luke cut off the power. "Now, do you remember where your compatriots are?"
The executioner said, "I-I really don't know. I'm just a temporary guard here."
"In other words, you're useless?" Luke sneered.
Hearing that, the executioner suddenly came back to himself. "No … ugh … ugh …"
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Luke was also impatient. He simply stabbed the taser into the executioner's heart. "Then you can die."
Smoke began to rise from the executioner's body, but he roared in despair in his heart. I want to say no more taser, I'll tell you everything!
Kincaid shouted from outside, "Are you done? We're leaving. "
Looking at the executioner, who smelled like barbecued meat, Luke curled his lip. "You're still not dead? Vampires really do live up to their reputation. "
He swung down the rod in his hand, and the silver-plated tip pierced through the executioner's head.
The vampire howled miserably, and sparks burst out of his eye sockets before he was completely reduced to ashes.
System: You have killed the vampire servant executioner and eliminated the secret nest.
Total experience: 1,000. Total credit: 1,000.
Contribution rate: 100. EXP + 1,000. Credit + 1,000.
Host's experience: 4075090000
Credit: 29450
His harvest this time wasn't bad. Although he hadn't been able to kill those mercenaries, he had earned almost a thousand experience and credit points.
As for the vampires and their servants, their abilities were basically the same, and they could only be used as experience monsters.
Luke walked out of the building and got into his Harley Fat Boy. He said to Kincaid in the car, "Go straight to The Hague. I'll follow you. I'll help you take care of the mercenaries."
Kincaid nodded and drove off.
It was already past three in the afternoon, and the International Criminal Court at The Hague would close at five.
To make it to the trial today, Kincaid couldn't waste any more time.
Not long after, Kincaid switched cars and drove Michael, who had just woken up, to The Hague.
It was all this guy's fault for his cheap mouth. If Luke had entered a little later, Michael would have been electrocuted twice. He really couldn't blame anyone else.
Kincaid and Selina's Ford led the way, and Luke's Harley Fat Boy followed them west.
The Hague was only sixty kilometers from Amsterdam. If they drove fast, they could reach it in forty minutes.
At the exit of the highway before entering The Hague, mercenaries popped up again.
Luke had already seen the mercenaries on the viaduct with binoculars, so he wasn't surprised.
He simply told Kincaid that they could head to the court in peace.
Kincaid glanced at the rearview mirror and saw two SUVs coming out of a street behind them. Their thick windows shattered and they crashed into the side of the street.
This time, Luke chose the method he was most familiar with.
As soon as the mercenaries' SUVs popped up in front of them, he sped up and swept the UMP he had found in the mercenary nest.
Michael, who had woken up, was also paying attention to the situation in the back of the car. Seeing how simple and crude Luke was, he heaved a sigh of relief. "Thankfully, we didn't hang out with Cool Bird after we entered Amsterdam. Otherwise, I'd definitely be going to jail."
Although Luke hadn't shown his face after he got on the Harley Fat Boy, Michael wasn't stupid.
The only person who would help them at a time like this was Cool Bird, who had disappeared.
Kincaid: "… Is it really okay to say such sarcastic things to an old man who's going to jail after the trial?"
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