Chapter Five Hundred and Forty Nine So, You Still Haven't Succeeded?

Luke sighed helplessly: "I still want to spend this time quietly"

Vanessa's characteristic electric eye flew over: "Can you get rid of them first?"

Luke: "What if the family admits the wrong person?"

"It's this pickup, it's Edgar's and the others, kill this pair of gou men and women!" A roar sounded, followed by the sound of guns being drawn.

Luke: "Well, it seems that I did not admit the wrong person, so I can rest assured."

Bang bang bang bang!

boom!

Five of the six people who got in and out of the two cars were knocked down by him, and one was shot down by Vanessa.

The whole process of abusing vegetables took less than two seconds.

Not caring about the six unlucky bastards, Luke looked sideways at another car that was slowly approaching not far away.

After approaching, on the driver's seat of the car, a slightly familiar black bald head said hello leisurely: "Hey! It seems that you don't need any help."

Luke chuckled: "But thank you for your kindness."

The black bald head laughed again, seeming to be a little ironic for this thank you.

Luke waved to him: "Goodbye, I want to send my girlfriend."

The black bald head just smiled and nodded.

Luke said casually, "I wish you a good night."

These words were immediately exchanged for a dissatisfied snort from the black-haired woman on the opposite co-pilot.

As if Luke didn't hear it, he stepped on the accelerator and accelerated out of here.

Some eyes were cast around, but no one was shouting. It was normal for a few people to die in San Pedro Sula at night.

After driving for a while, Vanessa suddenly said, "Go to the beach."

Luke silently did as he did, and drove the car to a secluded seaside.

He took out a towel from his backpack, spread it on the flat beach by the sea, and sat down with Vanessa.

Vanessa stared at the dark sea for a while, and suddenly said, "Can we meet again in the future?"

Luke chuckled: "I'm usually in Los Angeles, most of the time on business trips, and I can't run."

When Vanessa heard this, she was inexplicably relieved.

In the past few days, she was actually a little confused.

She has a great affection for Luke, or Luke has a great attraction to her, but this affection and attraction is not so great that she gives up her free life.

Looking at Luke's performance, it doesn't seem like he wants to entangle her.

Inexplicably, she still felt a little lost in her heart.

Now, she got a good or bad answer, but it was also the most suitable answer for her.

From the moment Luke gave this answer, the two were no longer just casual passers-by, but a more comfortable friendship.

Maybe one day, when she thinks of him, she can change her identity and go to Los Angeles to meet this old friend.

Not bad for Vanessa, who has few friends.

Thinking so, she asked, "What time is it now?"

Luke glanced at the time: "Eight thirty."

She hummed: "My flight seems to be at 10:20.

"

Luke: "Yeah. I'll send you there in advance."

Vanessa couldn't help but glared at the guy beside her, but at the seaside in the dark night, her charming electric eyes were difficult to see clearly.

She could only turn around, stick out a long leg, step over someone's legs, and look at him condescendingly: "Don't you want to be in a daze like this for an hour? From here to the airport, twenty minutes is enough! "

Luke chuckled.

He didn't get up, just wrapped his arms around her slender waist and rubbed gently: "So, can we discuss the interest repayment issue again?"

Vanessa tidied up her long skirt and moved her position: "We seem to have discussed it many times. You seem to have said that it can be profitable?"

Luke nodded and sighed: "So, I can't pay back the interest?"

Having said this, both of them let out a long breath.

On the seaside at night, there is still only the sound of the waves crashing on the beach, which is dense and layered.

At 10:20, Luke, who was alone, returned to the previous bar again.

Asking for a can of juice again, he leaned against the bar lazily.

A few minutes later, another person also walked in, saw him, walked over with a smile, and sat down beside him: "Where's your girlfriend? Are you gone?"

Luke lazily tapped on the bar with his knuckles, and said to the bartender, "I'll buy him this cup."

The person who came was the black bald head from before.

Hearing this, he laughed again: "I like you, kid. Give me a glass of teqi pop."

When the bartender brought the wine, the black bald head knocked the glass on the bar, and drank it as the bubbles in the glass rose.

Luke raised his eyebrows: "Where's your future "girlfriend"? If you come to drink now, that means you didn't succeed?"

The black bald head put down the cup, smashed it and said, "She will be my girlfriend and my wife in the future. But a love needs time to manage."

Luke blinked innocently: "So, you didn't succeed?"

Saying that, he stared at Luke with black bald cow-like eyes: "Young people, cherish the beauty of love and don't waste time. Love is the most precious thing in this world."

Luke nodded thoughtfully: "That makes sense."

"But, you still didn't succeed?" He took a sip of juice calmly.

The black bald head stared at him for a long time, and then suddenly laughed: "child, you are still too young. I personally sent her home and confirmed that it was her home."

Luke laughed dumbly and gave him a thumbs up: "Professional."

The black bald head smiled smugly, and suddenly stretched out his hand: "Get to know me, Kincaid."

Luke also reached out and shook the man's hand lightly: "Skywalker."

The corner of the black bald Kincaid's mouth twitched: "Are you serious?"

Luke withdrew his hand: "As true as your name."

Kincaid was dumbfounded for a moment, and then withdrew his hand: "Okay, comrade. Although your hand is not like that, but your technique is haha." The smile on his black face looked like he knew it.

Luke pondered for a moment, then nodded sincerely: "Forget it, I'm a good person."

Kincaid agreed: "Yes, I'm a good guy too."

Just bullshit you! Who the hell knows how many people you've killed! The same sentence appeared in the hearts of the two of them.

Luke looked at the other party's black bald head, there was a tattoo on it, a crow standing or flying on a dead tree, the overall strokes were simple, and the color was just the purest black.

He took a few glances and asked, "Your tattoo is a bit interesting. Does it have any meaning?"

The black bald-headed Kincaid was silent for a moment: "It means the passing of life."

Luke snorted and didn't ask any further, the two fell into silence.

At this moment, a group of people suddenly poured in at the door of the bar.

More than a dozen people were all armed with firearms, most of them rifles.

The group of gunmen stared and glanced fiercely at the crowd in the bar.