Super Detective in the Fictional World

“... good.” Michael held out a sentence.

“... this is so embarrassing.” Roselle looked complicated and pushed out the door.

Michael looked at the door shut and suddenly slapped his head in anguish: "Damn! Why would I say that? ”

“Good! Looks like you're not stupid enough.” In the living room, Luke finally said something.

Michael's side looks like, "Huh? ”

Luke shrugged: "You haven't had a girlfriend in a while, have you? Well, maybe when you were rich, you had so many" female ”friends, but really loved you, maybe it was just this little girl. ”

Michael slanted a pair of dead fish eyes: “How old are you? You know what love is? ”

Luke hey: “I don't have a girlfriend yet, so don't worry about love, young man. ”

Michael's lips moved, but he found it irrefutable and could only change the subject, pointing to Kincaid: “Should I change your friend's clothes? ”

Luke held his chest in his arms and looked at him strangely: "What are you doing here? ”

Michael looked back at him equally strangely: "Protect this bloody old man. ”

Luke Starter: "So he's your mission target, not mine. Besides, I don't even know him. Why would I change his clothes? ”

It's an old non-sheik who wants to change his clothes.

Michael was choked again, and a moment later, he compared a thumb: "You're so lucky to be friends. ”

Luke didn't mean it.

Lucky?

It's easy to find someone to help you change in the world, but it's hard to find someone to save.

Kincaid woke up from a coma, looked at his hanging blood bag, and looked at his other hand: “What the hell is this? ”

Michael packed his gear: "Handcuffs. You didn't forget you were a prisoner, did you? ”

Kincaid: "No, I mean, who changed this“ trendy ”outfit for me? ”

“You're lucky I brought two sets of laundry change?” Michael started wearing his jacket.

Kincaid weighed his “new” suit, a suit with a small vest: “Kiriki, how dare you wear it? Let me guess, you didn't buy it a few years ago when you were a bodyguard? You did look like a little girl then, haha. ”

Michael left his mouth open and ignored the question.

Kincaid: "Well, I don't seem to be wearing underwear? Feels like the bird is a little chilly. ”

Luke finally said, "He did this to you, not me. ”

Michael white-eyed: Thank you so much.

But he said, "You wore it, or I wouldn't dare change your pants, OK? ”

Kincaid whispered, “That's boring. ”

Suddenly, an old turntable phone rang in the room.

All three frowned.

Michael stood up quickly: "This is a safe house for Interpol. If the phone is unanswered, or if there is a problem with identification when picked up, they will send someone to check it out. ”

Luke's ear moved: “It looks like... it's already here. ”

He slipped open a few curtains and saw several police cars on the street not far away, pulling the siren towards him.

And the two black SUVs downstairs just stopped, and eight guys with guns rushed in, and at first glance it wasn't the police road.

Interpol did have a mole before the police went to the safe house.

Michael quickly uncuffed Kincaid.

And the old god of Kincaid was like, "Where's the little policewoman? Well, I guess it's Russell, huh? ”

Luke: “Let's go. ”

“Damn, I kind of like this little girl... uh” Kincaid just saw Luke's exciting eyes: “It's very vibrant, I'll have a daughter like her in the future. ”

Luke sighed with regret: "I thought your love had been diverted. ”

Kincaid wipes away the cold sweat that doesn't exist: "I will always love only my Sonia. ”

Luke gets up and carries his own backpack: "Come on, unless you want to kill dozens of cops down there. ”

And Kincaid got up, and he said, "Dozens. Is that all? ”

Luke: "Yes, there are at least twenty of them. ”

Michael has waved at the door: "Don't you dare touch them, believe it or not, next time you come to SAS. ”

Now Kincaid won't say a word.

SAS is not easy to mess with.

One or two Kincaid can still do it, but once the SAS is out, it won't be just one or two, at least a fully configured team that can shoot the injured Kincaid out.

When the three of them walked out of the room, Michael wanted to go right, but Luke grabbed him and gave him a few tactical signs.

Two people leaned against the stairwell and two people just walked in across the door.

Almost simultaneously, one person was punched in the back of the head by Luke and the other by Michael strangling his throat.

Boom!

Michael watched Luke retract his fist from the face of the bandit in his arms, then showed himself, helplessly throwing down the coma bandit and following him.

They just pushed open the door between the stairs and banged behind them.

Almost all of them turned a white eye and looked back.

At the stairwell door on the other side, Kincaid just dropped his gun: "Thanks for the protection, almost got me shot from the ass by two guys in this shit. ”

Michael: "Well done, guess what happens to the cops downstairs now? ”

Luke's sharp ears have heard several policemen yelling downstairs: "There's gunfire, there's gunfire upstairs. ”

Wow, the footsteps are coming from under the stairwell.

Luke sighed, pointing to the roof.

Killing some bandits is fine, but here are dozens of cops on official business, he really doesn't want to do it with them.

Instead of Michael, he held on to Kincaid and the three of them ran to the roof.

Kincaid was prepared to suffer, and as a result, Luke almost went up to the top floor, and he laughed and wanted to talk.

Luke gave him a gesture to pause the chatter.

Michael walked past the stairwell exit and continued to run toward the top floor, where two sneaky gunmen were drilled.

Bang, bang!

With one foot kicked in the stomach and one hand slapped, Luke knocked two bandits on the ground.

No killing.

There's a bunch of cops down there, and he doesn't want the cops running after his own ass.

Anyway, the guy who got kicked in the stomach urinated for at least a week. He also had a severe concussion with a slap in the ear. Maybe the cornea will come off or something.

Boom!

Michael, running ahead, took his foot off and turned around, looking like a bandit who had just emerged from the far stairwell had been knocked down.

This gun, of course, was fired by Master Kincaid, who was quick.

Luke held up his forehead and said, "Kincaid, there are dozens of cops downstairs, why don't you just lay low? You see, I just slap and kick and kick and kick and stuff. ”

Kincaid: "Next time I'll pay attention? ”

Luke:... I believe you, you ghost! You black-headed bastard.