Super Detective in the Fictional World

Glock in his hand also lifted slightly, swinging left and right.

Bang, bang!

The hospital immediately lost one urinary patient and one concussion patient.

Michael stares: “WTF! ”

Luke pulled up Kincaid and continued running: “He shot first. ”

Saying so, he had dragged his black head off to the rooftop ceiling.

It took three men to get to the roof, and the sound of a propeller came a long way.

“Well, there's no escaping from the roof now.” Luke said.

Michael followed, and the three of them looked at each other.

Boom!

When the rooftop door was broken open, a team of heavily armed SWAT officers rushed in, searching for a moment, and the "clear” report fluctuated and nothing was found.

Downstairs, Luke put the black head in his hand on the floor: "You don't look like a spill! If you can climb the scaffolding, why don't you jump? ”

Kincaid: “... how do I know you can jump with me? ”

On one side, Michael borrowed on the construction scaffold four or five times, and also landed on the ground: “Stop talking nonsense, let's try to find a car and run. Don't kill anyone else, okay? I'm a security guard, not a killer, okay? ”

Further, he felt that instead of returning to the 3A security certificate, he would go to prison and eat in prison for a lifetime.

The three men snuck into a car a street away.

The moment before Michael opened the door, Luke made a decisive decision.

He threw Kincaid in the back seat, and he sat on his cockpit.

Michael drove up and the three of them left again.

Kincaid was unhappy: "Hey, what's that smell? It's like a shit pit behind here... Wait, this isn't the car you're driving right now, is it? ”

Michael didn't say a word.

Kincaid was upset: "I thought you used to drive a jaguar. What's wrong with this fucking car? Until now, we couldn't even see the same thing. Oh, that banker didn't really blow up back there, did he? And this is a" functional drink ”? Why do I smell piss,”

Luke silently pulled a mask strap out of his backpack and opened a small hole in the window.

But he was silent, and the other two were not idle.

Kimcade, this nasty old guy, keeps pulling Michael, cleaning his bottom off.

Likewise, Michael, choked hard enough, threw Kincaid's bottom out of a pile.

Michael Brian, who was CIA, later moved to security.

Drawing on the CIA's experience and relationships, he got a 3A rating a few years ago, specializing in making rich people pay big bucks to stay safe.

As a result, there was a big business he missed.

The 3A rating flew away, but his life was also dismal.

Kincaid had a lot on the case, a long-time drunken old man who went to jail, and he went to jail many times at a young age in that environment.

As a killer and security, the two fought each other many times, basically even.

But mentally, Kang is still old and spicy.

Look at Kincaid. He was shot in the leg and chased around by police and mercenaries. Still laughing.

What makes him better than Michael is that his attitude is... powerful.

Even in deep suffering, there are no frowning faces, but trying to live a little more selfishly, laughing and cursing at will.

Unlike Michael's resentful face, he hates the air.

A short drive away, Michael parked the car in the alley behind a bar: "We're going to switch cars, and they'll be able to notice my license plate from the surveillance. ”

Less than a minute later, the three of them switched vehicles again.

This time Luke took the initiative to take the back seat.

The new car was handmade by Kincaid, who smashed the glass in the driver's seat with a punch, and in seconds he finished the cart maneuver.

While Luke can easily open this vintage Mercedes-Benz door, he doesn't want to be credited.

Now, the two of them stole the car, and they drove it away. It's none of his business.

Vintage Mercedes-Benz is also Mercedes-Benz, not to mention the fact that no banker ever blew up in the back door inside, and Luke chose a more relaxed and comfortable back row this time.

Old and small, black and white, the two guys with their mouths full, finally got together and started a show for the two of us in England.

Luke, in the back row, casually pulls out the lollipop and eats it, as a saltfish eats the sugar crowd.

He didn't dare to do that in the car before, he always thought it would make the lollipop smell like water.

Kincaid also found an inventory of an old British drunk driver - a stainless steel bottle.

When he opened it and smelled it, he nodded satisfied and sipped: "This is a nice whiskey, unfortunately without ice. By the way, how did you end up like this? A few years ago, your socks were worth more than the whole set. Did the client get killed? ”

Michael had a twitch in the corner of his mouth: "What use am I? How did you get caught by Interpol rookies as an internationally renowned killer? ”

“Of course it's because... love! Kid.” Kim Cade sighed.

“I was doing a business in Arizona, and I got a call from the hospital saying my wife was hit by a car, her life was in danger, and she was being rescued. The hospital said they had to have the family's signature before they could continue with the next surgery, so I didn't even have time to finish the business for a few more minutes, and got on the plane and went back to Mexico City.” Speaking of which, he didn't say a word.

Michael: “And? ”

Kincaid laughed, “As a result, more than twenty Interpol officers pointed their guns at me as I burst into the emergency room with sweat. ”

Luke interrupted and said, "Where's Sonia now? ”

He doesn't think that Kincaid would be a good boy if he was pointed at by 20 Interpol officers.

The old guy was a lousy operator, and Interpol was just plain cool for him.

Indeed, Kincaid replied only momentarily: "She was imprisoned at the Interpol Detention Centre in Amsterdam. ”

“What is she guilty of?” Luke is strange.

Kincaid was more silent this time, and finally he said, "Love me? ”

Luke gave him an international gesture, but he was deeply convinced.

How could Kincaid have been caught honestly by Interpol without his wife in his hand?

Sonia probably didn't do anything, and even if she did, she should have eaten some country's prison meal instead of being held by Interpol.

No wonder Kim Cade can't jump. She's my favorite woman.

“Stuck in love!” A black-headed man laughs at himself and doesn't look frustrated: “It makes no difference like your Agent Russell, who lowered your security rating to the lowest. ”

“Well, you're still an eavesdropper.” Michael Throat.

Kincaid: “You complained so loud, like a kid who didn't succeed in finding his mother's sugar, it's hard to hear...”

Michael: “You know so much about love, why don't you write a poem? Maybe even publish it in the paper. ”

Kincaid laughed: "Ha ha, listen! Lifeisahighwayandit 'smightyfuxkinglong...

Nobodygetsoutalivenobodygetsoutalive ~ ”