Super Detective in the Fictional World

The so-called killer is just Kincaid making money while killing the bad guys, just like Luke did when he killed the bad guys to earn experience points.

No one he kills is innocent.

Michael was right when faced with Kincaid claiming to be a good man.

Michael and Kincaid have fought many times, knowing, of course, what kind of people he wanted to kill, and basically there was nothing left to die for.

But he who wants to make a lot of money doesn't care if the customers are good or bad, as long as they pay.

Luke also figured out why Kincaid, a resolute and resolute killer who found him and Vanessa in Honduras, were found by the gang and wanted to help.

Because this black head is really a good guy, and he's really sure he's doing a good thing.

Even if it kills like hemp, the guy's mentality is bright and sunny, and he's got the nerve to see through everything.

By contrast, Michael is much worse.

The guy who's still working for the money and the cause doesn't seem to have figured out exactly what he wants.

He wouldn't be so lost if he simply liked money and success.

Being a good man and moving between making big bucks made him a degenerate young man.

Luke exhaled satisfactorily, stretching a lazy waist.

Be human, or don't be too complicated!

The deeper you think, the more troubles you will have, because the problems of the world will never be solved.

……

Amsterdam sunshine at noon in the summer.

The city is full of bright scenery with flowers and gorgeous people walking through ancient buildings and streets.

The three men arrived on a bus at a "allegedly” secret base for Michael, but he couldn't unlock the code lock.

“The landlord changed the password and set up a Heitzger alarm system, typing the wrong password three times...” Michael wanted to show off his extraordinary electronic decryption skills, and Luke reached out silently next to him.

The fake phone in his hand was locked to the electronic password for three seconds, and the door opened with a click.

Michael: "… Well, it looks like the host doesn't have a new security system installed. ”

Kincaid compared his thumb to him: "You're so professional, you're awesome!” He said, laughing hahahahahahahahahaha and walking in.

Michael looked at Luke with a dark face.

Luke nodded: "Well, this secret base is awesome.” He walked in, too.

Once inside, he sat in the window, looking out at the view.

Michael switches to clean ends and is ready to take Kincaid to The Hague Court.

Kincaid said to take a shower and change the wounds, and change a decent suit as well.

Then Michael started calling his ex-girlfriend, Agent Roselle of Interpol.

Luke, listening to Michael “generously" forgive his ex-girlfriend for his poor emotion, was scolded by the furious Agent Russell, with a smile on his face: Congratulations, Michael Bryan! The sour smell of love is once again blown away by your stinking mouth!

Thinking so, he looked down to the corner, and a black head just blew away there.

A minute later, Michael rushed downstairs in flames and split his head and asked, "Where's Kincaid? ”

Luke shrugged: "Aren't you looking at him? ”

A "shxt” exploded in Michael's mouth, wearing a helmet and riding a motorcycle rushed out of the safe house.

A moment later, Luke also went out.

At that time, however, he had a black leather jacket with a fully enclosed black helmet on his head and a long leg, crossing a Harley Fatty motorcycle.

In a low burst, Harley Fatty rushed to the streets and grew.

A moment later, Luke stopped by a bell tower, looked at Kincaid walking from afar with a basket of tulips and sighed: “The master of love is truly famous, no wonder he turned Sonia into his wife in a few days. ”

Mumbling, he looked at a house a few hundred meters outside the bell tower - the Interpol Detention Unit, where Kincaid's wife, Sonia, was held.

When she spoke to Kincaid, she said that her room could only see one big bell tower.

Looking up at the top of the bell tower facing the detention center, Luke changed his mind as he came out with a bright basket of tulips.

Until then, he had another intention, which was to send Kincaid to testify, to test how many experience points such ancillary work would earn.

But knowing what Kincaid was doing, he felt no need to interrupt the old man's sweet journey for an experiment.

At the end of the trial, he could have collapsed Duhovich about 800 metres away, and his experience points were equally significant.

The drone has landed at the bell tower to monitor the four-sided environment.

In the picture, a lot of people with suspicious actions are marked.

Luke only needs a few glances to know that none of these guys are cops.

Their modus operandi is the same as that of the man Coventry used to hunt down Kincaid, apparently a mercenary.

Luke walked into the crowd without taking off his helmet.

From the outskirts, he was approached by people who kept up with Kincaid.

As soon as he was close, he grabbed each other, punched him in the stomach, punched him in the back of the head, and held the soft bandit for two more steps, laying on the chair stone table beside him.

It has to be said that the square near this bell tower is nice, full of flowers, full of things to rest on, and Luke can easily find a place to throw away the garbage.

He moves extremely fast and the strike is very covert.

In the afternoon sun, everyone lazily enjoys a good time and very few people stay focused on Luke.

He was forced to sleep all the way over ten mercenaries.

Of course, if these guys are lucky, they'll be sent to the hospital by enthusiasts, and the unlucky ones will have to wait for themselves to be frozen at night.

Looking at the other side, Michael, who also knocked out several mercenaries, followed him to the bell tower, Luke Gual.

Instead of going in for a buzz, he sat back on his motorcycle, looking at the surveillance footage and listening to the conversation between the two people in the bell tower from his earpiece.

Kincaid, the old man who lived last century, of course, didn't know that Luke had put a few bugs on him when he was in a coma.

Otherwise, Luke wouldn't be so relaxed.

……

“Can't you find someone to send flowers to? ”

“No, I haven't bought Sonia flowers myself in a long time and she'll love them. ”

“Even if you follow a bunch of mercenaries who want to kill you? ”

“It's been a long time since I've seen her again, and of course I want to give her a special surprise. ”

The bell tower chatter group began to peel.

……

The corner of Luke's mouth rose and started the motorcycle, passing through the street without tightening.

Michael is still too young, Kincaid, and this is the true master of love.

That's love!

Sighing in his heart, he protruded the P226 with the silencer on his left hand a little under his right armpit.

Pfft! Pfft!

Leaning forward, one outside the car, each of the three mercenaries in the car was shot once.

The mercenaries outside had a hole in their thighs and the mercenaries in the car were only able to withstand the attack with their upper body, as Luke could not see their lower body.