Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke sighed helplessly: “I still want to spend this time quietly...”

Vanessa flies all over the place: “Can we get rid of them first? ”

Luke: "What if someone's mistaken? ”

“This is the pickup, Edgar and them, fuck the beeping men and women!” A roar came along, and the sound of a ragged gun.

Luke: “Well, I'm relieved I'm not mistaken. ”

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Boom!

He knocked down five of the six people who got off the two cars, and the other one was shot down by Vanessa.

The whole rambling process, not two seconds.

Didn't care about the six street bastards, Luke looked at the side of the car slowly coming over not far away.

Approaching, on the driver's seat of the car, a slightly familiar black head greeted him casually: "hey! Looks like you don't need any more help. ”

Luke smiled softly: "But thank you for your kindness. ”

Blackhead smiled again, seemingly laughing a little bit at this gratitude.

Luke waved at him: "Goodbye, I have to give my girlfriend away. ”

Blackhead just nodded with a smile.

Luke said, “Have a great evening. ”

That immediately replaced the black-haired woman across the street from the co-pilot with a grunt of dissatisfaction.

Luke stepped on the throttle, like he didn't hear, and accelerated out of here.

There was some sight thrown around, but no one screamed, and it was perfectly normal for San Pedro Sula to die at night.

Driving out, Vanessa suddenly said, "Go to the beach. ”

Luke took the car to a secluded beach.

Remove a towel from your backpack and sit on a flat beach with Vanessa in your arms.

Vanessa stared at the dark sea for a while and suddenly said, "Can we see each other again? ”

Luke smiled softly: "I'm usually in Los Angeles, mostly on business trips, and I don't run. ”

Vanessa was relieved when she heard the words.

These past few days, she's actually got a little twisted up.

She had a great fondness for Luke, or Luke had a great appeal to her, but it wasn't enough to make her give up her freedom to live.

Looking at Luke's performance, it didn't seem like he was going to be bothering her.

Somehow, she still has a sense of frustration.

Today, she gets a good answer, but it's the answer that suits her best.

From the time Luke gave this answer, the two were no longer occasional passers-by, but rather a more comfortable friendship.

Maybe one day, when she thinks of him, she'll be able to go to Los Angeles and meet this old friend.

This is great for Vanessa, who has very few friends.

And she said, “What time is it? ”

Luke looked at the time: “8: 30. ”

She said, “My flight seems to be at 10: 20. ”

Luke: “Yeah. I'll send you there in advance. ”

Vanessa couldn't help staring at the guy beside her, but by the sea in the dark, her charming eyes were hard to see.

All she could do was turn around, probe a long leg, cross it from someone's legs, and look down at him: “Do you want to stay like this for an hour? Twenty minutes from here to the airport will suffice! ”

Luke smiled lightly.

He didn't get up, he just grabbed her by the waist and moaned softly: "So can we talk about interest repayment again? ”

Vanessa trimmed her skirt and moved the position: "We seem to have discussed it many times, as you said, could it be profitable? ”

Luke nodded and sighed: "So I'm not sure about the interest yet? ”

Speaking of which, both breathed out for a long time.

By the sea at night, it's still just the waves beating the tide of the beach, it's fine, it's dense, it's stacked.

At 10: 20, Luke, alone, returned to the previous bar again.

I ordered a can of juice again, and he leaned a little lazy against the bar.

A few minutes later, another person walked in, and when he saw him, he smiled and came over and sat next to him: "Where's your girlfriend? Gone?”

Luke lazy, knocking on the bar with his finger joints, said to the bartender, "I'll buy him this. ”

Somebody's the one with the black head.

Rumor has it he smiled again: "I like you, kid. Give me a TeqilaPop. ”

When the bartender brings the wine up, the blackhead knocks the glass on the bar and drinks it up as the bubbles rise in the glass.

Luke picks the eyebrows: "Where's your future girlfriend?" You're still drinking, so you don't get it? ”

Blackhead drops the cup, smashes it, smashes it: “She'll be my girlfriend, she'll be my wife in the future. But a love, it takes time to run. ”

Luke blinked his innocent eyes: "So you didn't get it? ”

He said, looking at Luke like a black-headed cow: "Young man, cherish the beauty of love, don't waste your time. Love is the most precious thing in the world. ”

Luke nodded thoughtfully: "That makes sense. ”

“But you still haven't got it?” He sipped the juice calmly.

Blackhead stared at him for a while and suddenly laughed: "Son, you're still too young. I personally sent her home and confirmed that it was her home. ”

Luke laughed dumbly, beating a thumb to him: “Professional. ”

Blackhead smiled proudly and suddenly reached out: “Meet me, Kincaid. ”

Luke also reached out and grabbed this man's hand gently: "Skywalker. ”

Blackhead Kincaid had a twitch in his mouth: "Are you serious? ”

Luke retracted his hand: "As true as your name. ”

Kincaid, dumbfounded for a moment, also retracted his hand: "Okay, fellow travelers. Though your hands don't resemble yours, your methods... huh.” The smile on his black face was all over his chest.

Luke shrugged for a moment and nodded sincerely: "Well, I'm a good man. ”

Kincaid thought, “Yes, I'm a good man, too. ”

Bullshit! God knows how many people you've killed! The same sentence appeared in both hearts.

Luke looked at each other's black head, and there was a tattoo on it, a dead tree or standing or flying crow, and the overall stroke was simple, and the color was just the purest black.

And he looked a few times, and he said, "This tattoo is kind of interesting. What's the point? ”

Blackhead Kincaid said silently for a moment: "Sign the passing of life. ”

Luke shouted, no further questioning, and the two fell into silence.

At this moment, there was a sudden influx of people in front of the bar.

More than a dozen people were armed with all their hands, most of them rifles.

The gunmen stared and looked at the crowd in the bar.