Super Detective in the Fictional World

Kincaid stared at Luke: "Last time, you looked just like me. ”

Luke gave him a shot of anesthetic and smiled softly: "That's a bunch of punks, aren't you serious? ”

Kincaid had a serious look on his face for just two seconds, and suddenly he laughed out of nowhere: “Each other. By the way, how's your girlfriend? ”

Luke didn't even lift his head, and he kept cleaning his wounds: "Where's your future wife? She won't fly? ”

Kincaid laughed softly and was so proud: “Her name is Sonia Kincade now. ”

Luke picks the eyebrows: "Wow, you're fast. It's only been two months, right? ”

Kincaid lifted his index finger and shook it: "No, no, no, no. Young man, you misunderstood. That's her name a month and a half ago. ”

Luke looked up stunned: “Isn't that... just for a few days? ”

He means, a month and a half ago, Kincaid met that broken temper in the bar, and Sonia, the fierce one, was only a few days away.

Kincaid was proud to say, “This is love. When you look at her, you feel like you have to be with her, and life is full. ”

Luke shrugged: “Well, looks like you're really in love with her. ”

Luke cannot comment on this statement.

He lived two lifetimes and never felt that way about any woman.

In two lifetimes, there were no fewer than twenty women he had had deep contact with. There was much appreciation, there was a sense of flatness, only there was no such flash of heart, and no disregard for everything.

Of course, he thinks he's good at it.

In life, the proportion of love and friendship varies, and he is just the kind of person who has a very low proportion of love.

Next to him, watching them laugh, a policewoman got nervous and slowly retreated into the bathroom and closed the door.

When she closed the door, Luke raised his head and gave Kincaid a hint, whispering: “Don't say the little sister is your colleague. ”

Kincaid leaves his mouth shut: "Take me to Interpol. ”

Luke said, “I'm relieved. ”

Kincaid was stunned: "What? ”

Luke: “I don't think you can be a cop. Well, getting undercover with the police... is still impossible. ”

Kincaid scolded annoyingly, an argument that cannot be denied: “I am a witness. ”

Luke: "Witnesses in prisoner cars, stained witnesses, right? ”

Kincaid: “Let the little sister tell you later that I've lost too much blood to want to rest. ”

Luke: “It's just the anesthetic. You can't die without losing a thousand milliliters of blood. ”

Kincaid: “I'm an old man, and a thousand milliliters will kill me half. ”

A few minutes later, Luke took care of the wound on Kincaid's leg, took off his gloves and threw it in the trash can on the side, and looked at Roselle with a grin: "Did you find someone to send him? ”

Russell hesitated for a moment and nodded: “He's almost there. ”

Luke doesn't care who's coming, he cares about another thing: "Can you tell me what's going on? Kincaid wouldn't be stupid enough to be ambushed. ”

Russell looked at him weirdly for a moment and said, “Don't you know what's going on? ”

Luke shrugged: “I just heard the explosion and the shooting and saw Kincaid with you as a policeman. Come on, who wants to kill him? ”

Russell was suspicious, but his face remained calm: "Because someone didn't want Kincaid to testify in court, they called someone to silence him. ”

Luke listened to the policewoman for a moment and simply pulled a vacuum kettle out of her backpack.

Looking at Roselle's surprised look, he explained: "I'm just traveling, making myself some tea in advance, so I don't have to buy drinks. You want some? ”

Russell categorically refused: “I don't like tea. ”

Luke said, “I don't have much, just enough for me to drink.” I poured black tea on the lid of the thermos cup and drank it. It didn't mean anything about condoms anymore.

Poor Russell dried his throat with the smell of milk tea, but ended up looking for a bottle of mineral water.

Of course she likes black tea, but she's more afraid of Luke's black tea!

The two spoke intermittently for almost an hour, and Luke's little sip of black tea finally saw the bottom.

And then suddenly someone came in and said, "This is a nice black tea. Give me a drink. ”

Luke glanced over the lid and poured the last half cup of black tea into his mouth, grunting: “Well, I'm done. ”

Kincaid looked at the cup next to him and Luke picked it up and shook it: “It's gone. ”

Kincaid looked at Russell again, and the little policewoman shook her head: "There's only mineral water here, and he brought his own black tea. ”

Kincaid despaired: "You stingy bastard. ”

Luke pulled it out of his backpack and said, "Can I have some instant coffee? Nestlé. ”

Kincaid: "… Yes. ”

He was injured, and he did need some heat, and food and water, of course.

Luke wasn't mean.

But how can you give a man a cup of tea and a cup that you've drunk, or a non-sheik man?

He went to the kitchen, found some convenient food in the fridge, put it on a large plate and came over: "Want some? ”

Looking at Russell's tangled expression, Luke sighed helplessly: "I'm a good man, okay? ”

When he pulled his hand between his waists, Glock held it against Roselle's head.

Without waiting for her to react, Glock has put the holster back in: "It's not a threat, it's just a reminder that Kincaid and I tried to kill you in less than a second. ”

Russell looked past Luke and smiled bitterly.

Luke just had a big plate in his hand, and pulling the gun off didn't make the plate shake, even though it had milk and food on it.

The control of this body is incredible.

After being struck by red fruit, she really relaxed.

The fact that the two guys in the room want to kill her is a matter of seconds and she is alive and well only means that she is... insignificant.

Kincaid is a super-killer with more than 20 murder charges in more than a dozen countries.

How much weaker can someone who is still laughing at Kincaid and proud of himself?

Kincaid sighed with satisfaction after a hot cup of coffee: "After being shot, even the fucking instant coffee was enjoyed. Got a phone? ”

Luke pulled a prepaid phone out of his pocket and threw it at him.

Kincaid dialed a number with a gentle colour on his face and spoke to him.

Luke, who had a sharp ear, could easily hear a grumpy woman on the microphone: “What have you done? You useless bastard..."

He got up intelligently and moved to the window, watching the movement outside from the curtain crevice, waved to Roselle not far away.

When she leaned over, he asked, "What are you going to do? ”

Russell frowned, silently for a moment: "Send Kincaid to The Hague, the Netherlands, to testify. ”

Luke hey hey smile: “Then I'm in. ”

Roselle: “What? ”