Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke's face is full of integrity and righteous words: "A butcher like Duhovich, who is an exterminator of humanity, must be brought to justice. ”

Roselle glanced, and some black head was already singing love songs to the phone, and she always felt that neither of them was normal.

Unfortunately, today they are only two teammates, and she can only say, “He's not your friend? ”

Luke grinned: "This friendship is not deep enough to help him deal with Interpol. Agent Russell, do you have any friends who'd like to know about the law against the police? ”

Roselle was right.

She can't be honest, because Kincaid doesn't follow the law, so by the way, she suspects that Mr. Cool Bird doesn't follow the law either!

She can only acquiesce to Luke's membership requirements.

What else can we do? She can't beat Kincaid, and she's even less confident about the mysterious Cool Bird.

She can only place her expectations on the soldier she invites, who is qualified to talk to the two guys.

She couldn't help but sigh when she thought of the reinforcement.

When she sees two people sitting on each side of the room, she scratches her head straight: why are so many men with talent and so many problems?

Two hours later, the door was knocked.

Russell looked at Luke and got his nod.

Open the door, a man is put in.

However, before waiting in the living room, the man and the woman made a loud noise at the entrance to the hall.

Luke heard the smell on the side.

That's it! There's no gossip between men and women, it's not love.

Love is not as sweet as Kim Cade says it is, and it's normal to tear it all together.

Goldcade over there was also awakened by a grudge between a couple.

Looking there and listening to the gossip, Luke laughed, he turned a white eye: it turns out to be a bitch.

After listening for a moment, Kincaid got impatient, stood up the mop cane he had found temporarily, walked to the front door of the living room and looked at the two people in the quarrel.

At this moment, the argument between the two has reached the point where the chicken and the duck say, "You know what? Last Thursday the bag of white bread blew out the back door of a 300-pound banker, um, in the back seat of my car. You know, the back of the car is not leather, it's fabric. ”

“Okay, Michael, I don't have time...”

“... your brain adds, how do I feel when washing my car...”

“Michael, I don't have time for this bullshit...”

“I have a chance to make sure I sell that car...”

“Enough, Michael! I never betrayed you, I just, put! You, dump! Now!..."

“ …… ”

“Michael, you always want to push the mistake on me…” Roselle's voice was high for a moment, and she slumped again in the afternoon, sighing helplessly: “The target of this escort is inside. As promised, you do this job well, and I'll get you back a 3A rating, and don't pull any more of that shit about forgiving me or anything like that, I don't need it. ”

Kincaid looked at his toothache and thought he didn't want to hear it: “hey, here comes the blood giver... eh”

“WTF!”

When the two men facing each other at the door spoke almost simultaneously, the gun in Kincaid's hand was raised.

Someone responded quickly and immediately slapped his hand open and hit the door frame.

The agonizing Kincaid releases his gun voluntarily, while his other hand pulls another gun from behind his waist.

Someone pressed his hands and locked his hand against the door frame on the other side, knocking the gun off too.

At the same time, he pulled one hand out of his waist.

Kincaid also reflects the speed of God, with one knee pointing toward the middle of his legs.

Somebody clamp your legs, pull the gun and press your hand toward this fatal knee.

Two people burst into the wall of the lobby.

Kincaid's hand touched the man's armpit, pulled out a pistol, and someone else's hand pulled out of the waist, pointing at each other's head almost simultaneously.

The next moment, they both felt a tight hand with a gun.

Looking sideways, Luke stood beside the two of them with a smile, pinching their hands with guns: “I think it's better to give blood to an elderly person first, and then fight slowly. How about that? ”

“Who are you?” Somebody stare at Luke.

Kincaid was relieved.

He forgot he had a "companion”, although he wasn't very reliable.

“You idiot bodyguard really have two times... uh” stared at someone, just scolded him, Kincaid's head fainted, his eyes turned, and he fell back.

Luke sighed helplessly and looked at Kincaid.

This guy's hand was still held by himself, and the whole person stomped on his feet and hung himself in the air, like a female dancer hung in a dance of national symbols.

Instead of throwing the old man out, he dragged him back to the sofa in the living room.

Looking back at the guy at the door, Luke said, “Where's the blood? Lose to this old guy, or he'll have to keep fainting. ”

Someone smashed it, smashed it, finally put away his gun and walked in with a box of blood bags.

Roselle stared for a while before finally returning to her mind and hiding all the guns that had fallen off the ground.

She didn't even know that Kincaid was hiding so many guns on her body.

A moment later, Luke sat at the window with interest, pretending to see the scenery, and he heard a couple of crazy men and women arguing again.

“... what? You asked me to escort this murderer? He tried to kill me 27 times. No, just now, it was 28 times...”

“Kincaid is a witness! If he is not sent to testify before the International Criminal Tribunal in The Hague tomorrow, Duhovich will be acquitted...”

“Why don't you take him to The Hague? ”

“I can't! Interpol is home to a traitor, and all eighteen elite operatives, including six GIPNs, were killed in the morning convoy. ”

“Ha, you call them elite? I think it's more appropriate to say they're nice. ”

Michael was a young man under thirty years of age, the five officers were handsome, but with his beard pulled, he looked sad, and his mouth was full of gossip.

Well, there's a fight with Kincaid's tantrum.

And while tearing up with his “ex-girlfriend," Agent Russell, he threw a poker card into Kincaid's face, which smacked Kincaid's face.

Luke's lazy, and the old guy's dark face is pretty thick anyway.

The men and women spoke and got excited and walked to the bedroom.

Luke thought there was going to be a movie where fights didn't work, and his body used it to win and lose.

Unfortunately, less than two minutes later, the two of them came out again, and Russell even wore his coat —— she went to wear it.

“... what makes you believe me? Because I've never lied to you.” In the lobby at the door, Roselle sounds a little choked: "… Complete this mission, and I'll get you a 3A rating so you can live the lives of the people you used to live with. And then we're never gonna get in touch again, okay? ”