Chapter 659 Switching Identities, Claire Asks for Help

Under the light of the helicopter, the black giant grabbed the little couple with both hands.

The two always felt that it was very similar to the situation on TV, where the gangsters took hostages after being surrounded by the police.

The young man stammered: "Big brother, big brother, I'll give you how much you want, let me go?"

Luke: "...Your house was burned down."

Young man: "I brought a credit card with money in it..."

"Wait, didn't you say you're out of money, have you swiped my credit card recently?" The girl on the other side couldn't help but interrupt.

Luke could feel that the young man's head seemed to be swollen in a circle, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out.

He turned to look at the girl: "your money, leave it to your girlfriend."

Let you call me a kidnapper! He murmured in his heart and ran into the alley next to the building.

The young couple was stunned for a moment, and the girl remembered what Luke said before he left, and asked her boyfriend again: "Didn't you say that your credit card has been maxed out? Besides, what did you say just now? Let it go." Me"? Excuse me! Don't you even need "us" when you run for your life?"

Young man: "I lied to him, do you believe it?"

The girl sneered: "People are here to save us, but they didn't blackmail you. You won't be frightened and told the truth by accident!"

The young man's face was flushed, but his eyes were a little vacant. Obviously, the girl was right.

But the two didn't quarrel a few words. The squeaking of the emergency brakes sounded, and the two news interview cars stopped beside them quickly. The two groups of reporters came down and started to grab the interview rights.

A female reporter was more decisive: "I'm a boy and a girl, everyone interviews one! You don't want to be preempted by other stations, right?"

The male reporter of another TV station agreed immediately, time is the ratings, and now many people are concerned about the black-winged angel.

Um, what the hell kind of title is the Black Winged Angel? Which neuropathy took this name, it sounds ugly! The male reporter complained in his heart, pulled the girl, and exchanged the interview rights for two hundred dollars.

Of course the girl agreed.

If she doesn't agree, her shameless boyfriend will agree to that aunt reporter with a green face.

In fact, her boyfriend really agreed, and the female reporter only paid a hundred dollars.

Of course, this female reporter is not an aunt, she is a typical mature beauty in the workplace, and she is only twenty-nine years old.

On the other side, Luke was still being chased by several helicopters.

These are all professional paparazzi, who have been chasing various emergencies for decades, and the level of open space coordination is first-class.

The interview car below rushed to intercept the young couple, but the helicopter followed Luke without any slack.

However, with the help of complex terrain to cover up, Luke quickly got rid of them.

The helicopter chased after another while helping four patrolling officers to take down a blocked group of gun dealers.

What, it really is a super paparazzi! This nose is the super power of the sensitive sense of smell! Luke cursed in his heart and gave up.

Tonight, his Batman is the biggest news, and the reporters will never let him go.

Luke hid his figure into the building again.

Four or five helicopters in the night sky searched back and forth, but no trace of him could be found.

A few minutes later, Luke crawled out of a sewer, scolding: "Soul Dan! What hundreds of gunmen haven't done, you paparazzi have done it. The world's greatest Terrible creatures are the powerful onlookers!"

Running into the building next to him, he quickly changed his full set of equipment and sent a message to Selena: "Where?"

Selena: "Downtown, Riddick Building."

Luke: "The transfer in the bureau?"

There was a noise from Selena's side: "Yes, a banquet is being held on the top floor here, but when the earthquake came, the group of people was trapped on it."

While putting on his daily casual clothes, Luke casually said, "Why are you calling us if you are trapped and won't die?"

Selena was annoyed: "Big man, I can't even go down the stairs, and the helipad on the roof is blocked by a fallen iron frame. Now, the bureau wants us to go up and bring people down. I really don't know that these big men eat so much. , what is it for?"

Luke smiled: "It's all used to use your brains to make money."

Selena was not in the mood to say one-liners: "You'd better come over quickly. Several people have already asked about you. I said you are helping elsewhere."

Luke got dressed, jumped out of the window, and ran: "I'll be there in five minutes."

He was just a kilometer away from the Riddick Building, and five minutes was enough for him to run past it.

Passing through the unmonitored alleys and buildings, Luke arrived outside the Redick Building in three minutes.

He took out his badge and put it on. He was about to go inside when the phone rang and it was Claire's.

He wasn't too nervous, and there was no chance of anything happening to Claire.

When Selena came out, she arranged the gold nugget to guard her at home.

The symbiotic ability of this dog head is a life-saving skill, otherwise how could Luke keep it.

He answered the phone while walking: "What's the matter?"

Claire: "Luke, are you okay?"

Luke laughed: "I have something to do, and I haven't lost a single hair."

Claire was relieved, but immediately asked nervously, "Where are you?"

Luke: "Downtown, Riddick Building."

Claire over there was stunned for a moment, and then whispered: "That's great. My friend Blake, do you remember?"

Luke: "The one I met at the cheerleading competition for middle school students, the one whose future stepfather is a super rich?"

Claire: "That's right, she's in the underground parking lot of the Reddick building now, and she's said to be trapped in a collapsed passage. You're looking for someone..."

Luke: "Okay, I get it. Looks, phone!"

Claire: "Yes."

She quickly reported a number: "She is eighteen years old, very beautiful, with black hair, gray-blue eyes, big and beautiful, and looks like cat eyes."

Luke: "That's all?" This feature description is relatively common, but it's basically enough.

Claire: "Well... the chest protector is at least an E cup, and the chest shape is very beautiful. You will understand when you see it, and you will not admit it wrong."

You are a girl, so why do you focus on a certain part of your friends? Someone muttered silently in his heart.

Luke quickened his pace and said, "OK, I'm going into the underground parking lot, and I'll let that Blake call you later."

Claire: "Ah, you...be careful, if it's dangerous..."

Luke laughed: "What are you worrying about, I'm more sensible than you. By the way, you call Robert and Catherine right away and tell them we're all fine."

He understood in his heart what this little leather monkey meant.

Claire has always cared more about his brother.

She called only to ask Luke to find the police to rescue Blake, rather than go in in person.

Unfortunately, she didn't know that the police couldn't be busy tonight.