Chapter 519 You Seem to Have Said that You Want to Invite Me to Drink a Cup

In Rio, the sea is always so close.

In less than ten minutes, the two reached the beach.

There are lights in many places, and many people chatting on the beach.

Luke walked into a store, bought all kinds of odds and ends, and found a place with fewer people on the beach with Rebecca on his back.

Spreading the blanket he just bought and putting her on it, he smiled and said, "Would you like some juice?"

Rebecca adjusted her posture and sat on the blanket: "What juice to drink, give me a bottle of wine."

Luke nodded with a smile: "Okay. Guanara is still a tree grape? If you don't like it, there are also guava and acerola flavors."

Rebecca stared at the smiling young man, and finally nodded helplessly: "Whatever. Besides... Thank you."

Luke handed her a jar of vine grapes and sat down himself: "No, trivial."

For a long time, neither of them said a word.

Luke bit the small flashlight into his mouth and began to check the medical items he just bought.

Rebecca on the side let out a faint sob.

He didn't bother her, just put the big towel he bought on her, which could not only help her resist the cool sea breeze, but also wipe away her tears and snot, killing two birds with one stone.

He can at most sympathize with what happened to Rebecca.

As a police detective and a police detective of the Los Angeles Crime Squad, I have seen countless tragedies in the world.

Rebecca's story can't be said to be seen everywhere, but it still doesn't make it into the top ten of the worst series.

And for Rebecca, she doesn't need any consolation.

The enemy has been killed by her own hands, and everything will be gone with the wind.

What kind of life she wants to live in the future can only be seen in her own heart, and there is nothing others can do.

He pulled her right leg over, quickly cleaned the wound, and then bandaged her with gauze: "Okay. You're lucky, the bullet just swiped, the injury is not serious, and it will be fine in a few days."

Rebecca was silent for a moment,

Suddenly he said, "Your makeup skills are not that good, Detective Luke Colson."

Luke was not surprised and said with a smile, "It's an honor to be remembered by you."

Rebecca pouted: "The person who can easily subdue X is still a young man, and you are the only one in my memory."

In a sense, Rebecca and Luke took the same route.

Finding your target and using your superpowers to get past you doesn't require a lot of auxiliary skills—like makeup and face recognition.

It was several months ago that he met Luke, and he partially disguised his face, so Rebecca didn't recognize Luke immediately at the bar.

And after she ended her sister's hatred, she seldom thought about those people and things in the United States, and she never thought that she would meet a Los Angeles police detective in Brazil.

When Luke suddenly embraced her and avoided Mr. X's two attacks, she became vaguely suspicious.

Until she and Mr. X talked about the last mission, she suddenly remembered Luke's identity.

Finally, she opened her eyes when she was waiting to die, only to find that Luke was silently standing behind Mr. X again.

What else did she not understand.

Although she didn't know why Luke helped her, it was impossible to help Mr. X.

"Why save me?" she asked casually.

Luke pondered for a moment and replied, "Because you are beautiful, I want to invite you for a drink?"

Rebecca laughed out loud: "Detective Luke, you are always so sweet. But, I don't believe it."

Luke shrugged: "The truth is, I know that you let my partner a yard in the apartment building. And the shot I gave you was a bit inauthentic, so I'll pay you back this time."

Rebecca sighed: "No. I have killed many people, and many of them may be innocent."

"But you thought they were bad guys, right?" Luke chuckled.

He felt that the life of the innocent person in his hands was not too much, otherwise she would have suspected the mutual aid society for a long time.

After all, even Luke, the little police detective who gave her a shot, was reluctant to take action. She would be more suspicious of killing other innocent people.

From an apartment building shootout, Rebecca is a killer with a bottom line.

In an emergency, she didn't even want to hurt Donald and Selena to escape.

Of course, thankfully she injured Donald and not Selena.

Otherwise, Luke will still save her tonight, but he will definitely make her suffer enough, and he will take the shot at the last minute.

There is a difference between closeness and distance, and Luke is such a short-sighted person.

Rebecca didn't know this kind of careful thought in his heart, otherwise he would draw a gun.

She just smiled bitterly: "But I killed people, it's a fact."

Luke thought for a while and said, "When someone finds you to take revenge, it's not too late for you to struggle with this issue. Don't worry too much about what has passed, and living is the most important thing."

Rebecca was at a loss: "How can you be alive?"

Her biological parents died because of her, and her sister also died.

The adoptive parents were probably arranged by the mutual aid society. There was nothing to say about their relationship, and the relationship was still quite bad.

This indifferent family environment made her powerless to resist Mr. X's solicitation when she was young.

Thinking of Mr. X and the last sentence he said, endless sadness poured out of her heart.

It is impossible to say that she has no feelings for Mr. X.

He is ruthless and powerful, handsome in appearance, and tasteful in dressing up.

He took her out of the adoptive family that had no warmth, and gave her great strength and a lot of money.

But in the end, she discovered that behind it all lies and malice from beginning to end.

Thinking of this, she felt resentment in her heart.

Even if Mr. X was roasted alive by her, it would be difficult to solve it.

She turned around suddenly and threw herself on Luke: "You seem to have said that you want to invite me for a drink?"

Luke wondered: "Isn't this invited? Don't the grapes taste bad? Let's change to guava, I heard that this is sweeter."

Rebecca was originally depressed, but she couldn't help laughing when she heard this: "What I said is what you said when you approached me in the bar."

Luke scratched his head: "You said, let me save money to invite little girls to drink soda."

Rebecca was dumbfounded: "WTH!" (what the hell)

What kind of brain circuit is this? Can this guy have a girlfriend?

She was dumbfounded for a moment, and said angrily, "Can you take off your clumsy makeup? It's awkward to look at."

Luke smiled.

Looking at the sky, he figured that he wouldn't be able to go to the wild jungle to touch the little boss today, so he moved his face.

In less than two minutes, except for his complexion, which was still wheatish, everything else returned to his original appearance.

Rebecca: "Take a picture of your face and let me see."

Luke smiled and said, "You don't want to memorize it and take revenge in the future, right?" But he kept moving in his hand, hitting his... chin with the flashlight.

A distorted grimace suddenly appeared in her line of sight, illuminated by the white torch light from the bottom up.