Chapter 687: The Business of 1002 Is Made 400, Do You Feel Distressed?
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Luke and the young staff arrived at the garage, and the young staff signaled, "Your car is here. ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛"
Luke pointed to the driver's seat: "Drive, take me out."
Young employee: "Huh?"
Moments later, a stretched Lincoln pulled out of the garage.
Throwing the beautiful knife on the co-pilot, he said, "Okay, park the car in the underground parking lot in front."
He doesn't know how to use this car, but he just spent some money on the manager to save time.
After arriving at the underground parking lot, he chased away the young employee who got the last volume of extra money, and threw the car keys directly into Lincoln's storage box.
Anyway, the young employee said that the car rental company has a positioning system, and they will find it when the time comes. With his fake identity, he doesn't have to bother to return the car.
After getting on the second-hand Polonaise next to him, Luke went southeast.
Looking at the route on the notebook, Miss Beth and their Mercedes-Benz sports car, the corners of his mouth twitched: "You are decisively willful Miss."
Along the way, his mood was relatively relaxed.
There is no absolute goal for this operation, and whether Miss Beth has an accident is a matter of choice.
In the open car window, there is a breath of summer, and the scenery of Poland in July is quite beautiful.
The roadside is full of green, and occasionally some buildings appear, with orange-red roofs and white and beige walls, or cute square or round shapes, making them look like small castles in fairy tales, full of dreams. breath.
Luke could only sigh, but couldn't stop.
In fact, Warsaw's cultural scenery and artistic atmosphere are no worse than Paris, and it is also an art capital that many painters like to come to.
If you have time, you can come back and play here for two days. He thought so.
At nightfall, Luke threw the second-hand Polonaise in Poland and quietly crossed the border into Slovakia.
He pulled out a scooter at Vespa from the storage space, which was a second-hand one he bought with Polonez, and he entered Slovakia more than 100 kilometers all the way.
A street sign finally appeared not far away - "Natural hot spring, the scenery of Nolia town, welcome!"
He turned the head of the car and drove into this small road.
After walking for dozens of minutes, we arrived at a small town, like many European towns, ancient and small, full of literary atmosphere.
Luke rode a motorcycle, passed slowly on the street, analyzed the various smell lines in the air, and slowly passed through the town.
On the eastern edge of the town, he turned off the fire and got off the small pedal.
Looking at a gloomy and dark forest, those tall trees, either straight or curved, shadowed in the night, as scary as ghosts and ghosts.
Luke didn't stop and walked straight into the woods.
A few dozen meters away, a small pile of bonfires was burning in a pit, with occasional beeping sounds, and there were about twenty or thirty small sheds stacked with various iron and wood planks beside the fire.
Luke kept walking and walked into the pit.
There was a rustling sound, and children came out of those small sheds.
There are males and females, large and small, there are about seven or eight, but the oldest is only in his early 10s, and the youngest seems to be only five or six years old.
The children watched Luke silently, and no one said a word.
Luke finally said, "I want to ask some news. Three American girls, in their early twenties, appeared here from yesterday to today."
Silence continued around.
Luke touched in his pocket, there was an extra roll of green bills in his hand, and he threw it directly to a boy about ten years old: "Reward."
The boy reacted quickly, grabbed the beautiful knife, tore off the rubber band, and quickly pulled it with his hand.
Then he raised his head: "This money is not enough."
Luke chuckled lightly and threw another roll of beautiful knives over.
The boy caught it, checked it again, nodded and said, "OK, we have seen these three women. They came here yesterday to soak in the hot springs, and they went east in the afternoon."
Luke raised his eyebrows, took out another roll of beautiful knives from his pocket, and threw it gently in his hand: "You are tall, handsome, and dressed, as long as you can say it right, this is yours too."
The boy rolled his eyes, nodded and said, "No problem. One has a square black face, one has a pointed blond face, and one is...a little old, with a lot of wrinkles on his forehead, why..."
Luke stepped back suddenly, stuffed the banknotes in his hand into his pocket, stretched out his hands, grabbed the necks of the two big boys behind him, and lifted them up.
The iron rods held high in the hands of the two big boys fell to the ground, waving their limbs in the air with horror on their faces.
Luke grinned lightly: "Very well, I like unruly people the most."
He threw the two eldest children away, digging out under his arm, a p226 appeared in his hand, and pointed at the child who received the money: "Now, tell me where the three girls are, or you will be the first to die. "
Having said that, he looked around and nodded with satisfaction: "There are a lot of people. If one doesn't say anything, just replace the next one. I think there will always be someone here who wants to live."
As he said that, he raised the three fingers of his left hand: "I count three times, and if I don't answer, I will ask someone else!"
"one……"
"I said." The boy pointed at the gun immediately called out.
"Yes, you will answer quickly." Luke nodded with satisfaction, stepped forward to pick him up, and walked more than ten meters away.
However, the muzzle of the p226 in his hand was always facing the bonfire.
After more than ten minutes, Luke's inquiry ended.
He stretched out his hand and took out the two rolls of beautiful knives he had given earlier from the pocket of the child's head, and then took out the roll of beautiful knives he had put back in his pocket.
Shaking the three rolls of beautiful knives in front of the child's head, Luke threw one of the rolls back to the child's head.
"Look, I'm a very trustworthy person." The gun in his hand pointed at the child's head: "The promised reward, I'll give it."
Although his life was in danger, the child's head couldn't help but look at the remaining two rolls of beautiful knives.
Luke sighed: "This is punishment. The original business of 1,200 US dollars was made into 400 US dollars by you, do you feel bad?"
Seeing the annoyance in the child's eyes, he was satisfied.
Regret is also a kind of punishment, and the taste is timeless and unforgettable.
He took the gun and knocked on the boy's forehead: "Maybe, next time the four hundred dollars are all from your companions, you won't be able to use it."
With that, he turned and walked out of the woods.
A group of children watched his back disappear, and then they all looked at the banknotes in the hands of the children's heads, and they all felt a sense of heartache: just now, it was three rolls! One roll now. This is a beautiful knife!
The boy noticed the gazes of his companions, and roared angrily: "Didn't we all do this before? And he asked about the group's news, why didn't you tell him just now?"
All the children trembled and bowed their heads in silence.
After the boy finished saying this, he felt uneasy in his heart. 8)
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