Chapter 700 Is This Love?

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Kincaid glared at Luke: "Last time, you acted like you were. Bookmark this site┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛"

Luke gave him a shot of anesthesia and chuckled: "That's a bunch of gangsters, you're not serious."

The serious look on Kincaid's face was only for two seconds, and suddenly he laughed out loud: "To each other. By the way, how is your girlfriend?"

Luke didn't lift his head, and kept cleaning the wound: "What about your future wife, can't fly?"

Kincaid chuckled, proud: "She's called Sonia Kincaid now."

Luke raised his eyebrows: "Wow, your hands and feet are so fast, it's only been two months, right?"

Kincaid raised the index finger of one hand and shook it again and again: "No no no. Young man, you misunderstood. She was called by this name a month and a half ago."

Luke raised his head in amazement: "Isn't that... just a few days?"

What he meant was that it was only a few days ago that Kincaid had known the violent and fierce Sonia in the bar a month and a half ago.

Kincaid said triumphantly: "This is love. When you see her, you feel that you must be with her, and life is complete."

Luke shrugged: "Well, it seems that you really fell in love with her."

Luke could not comment on this remark.

He'd never felt this way about any woman in his two lifetimes.

In his two lifetimes, he has been in close contact with no less than twenty women, some he admires, some who feel plain, but there is no such kind of heart-pounding and desperate.

Of course, he thought he was fine.

In life, the proportions of family, love and friendship are different, and he is just the kind of person with a very low proportion of love.

Beside, watching the two of them chat and laugh freely, a policewoman became nervous, and slowly retreated into the bathroom and closed the door.

When she closed the door, Luke raised his head, gestured to Kincaid, and asked in a low voice, "Don't say this little sister is your colleague."

Kincaid pouted: "The Interpol who escorted me."

Luke understood: "I don't worry about that.

"

Kincaid was stunned: "What?"

Luke: "I don't think you can be a police officer. Well, it's still impossible to get into the police undercover..."

Kincaid scoffed in annoyance, unable to deny the argument: "I'm a witness."

Luke: "The witness in the prison van, tainted the witness?"

Kincaid: "Wait and let that little sister tell you, I lost too much blood and wanted to rest."

Luke: "It's just the effect of anesthesia. You can't die if you haven't lost a thousand milliliters of blood."

Kincaid: "I'm an old man, and a thousand milliliters can take half my life."

A few minutes later, Luke dealt with the wound on Kincaid's leg, took off his gloves and threw it into the trash can beside him, looking at Roselle with a smile on his face: "Have you found someone to send him?"

Roselle hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "He's almost there."

Luke didn't care who was coming, he cared about another thing: "Can you tell me what's going on? Kincaid wouldn't be stupid enough to be surrounded and ambushed."

Roselle looked at him strangely for a moment, and then said, "You don't know what's going on?"

Luke shrugged: "I just heard the explosion and gunshots and rushed over, and saw Kincaid with you, a policeman, so I helped you by the way. Come on, who wants to kill him?"

Roselle was suspicious, but his face remained calm: "Because someone didn't want Kincaid to testify in court, they asked someone to silence him."

Luke listened to the policewoman talking about the situation for a moment, and simply took out a thermos from his backpack.

Looking at Roselle's surprised eyes, he explained, "I'm just here to travel, so I make some black tea in advance, so as not to buy drinks. Would you like some?"

Roselle decisively refused: "I don't like drinking tea."

Luke snorted: "It just so happens that I don't have much, just enough for myself to drink." He poured black tea on the lid of the thermos cup and drank it, without being polite at all.

Poor Roselle's throat was dry because of the aroma of the milk tea, but in the end she could only find a bottle of mineral water to bear it.

Of course she likes to drink black tea, but she is even more afraid of Luke's black tea!

The two talked on and off for about an hour, and Luke's black tea sipped slowly and finally came to an end.

Suddenly someone interrupted: "This black tea is good, give me a cup."

Luke raised the lid of the cup, poured the last half of the black tea into his mouth, and swallowed: "Well, it's over."

Kincaid looked at the thermos cup next to him, Luke picked it up and shook it: "No more."

Kincaid looked at Roselle again, and the little policewoman shook her head again and again: "There is only mineral water here, and he brought the black tea himself."

Kincaid despaired: "You miser."

Luke dug into his backpack: "Is instant coffee okay? Nestle's."

Kincaid: "...Yes."

He was injured and really needed to add some calories, as well as food and water.

Luke is not stingy either.

But how could the black tea and cups he drank be given to a man, he was still an old African man.

He went to the kitchen, found some instant food in the refrigerator to heat up, put it on a large plate and brought it over: "Let's eat some together?"

Looking at Roselle's tangled expression, Luke sighed helplessly: "I'm a good person, ok?"

Saying that, as soon as he put his hand on his waist, Glock held up Roselle's head.

Before she could react, Glock put his gun back in his holster again: "I'm not threatening you, I just want to explain that Kincaid and I want to kill you, and it won't take a second."

Roselle looked at Luke passing by and smiled wryly.

Just now Luke was holding a large plate in his hand, but the action of drawing and closing the gun did not cause the plate to shake, even though there was milk and food on it.

The control of this body is incredible.

After being hit by the red fruit, she really relaxed.

These two guys in the room wanted to kill her in seconds. She was alive and well, which only meant that she... was of little importance.

Kincaid is a super-killer with more than two dozen murder charges in more than a dozen countries.

How much weaker can a person who is still chatting and laughing at Kincaid with a calm expression be much weaker than him?

Kincaid took a sip of hot coffee and sighed with satisfaction: "After being shot, even the instant coffee is enjoyed. Do you have a phone?"

Luke took out a prepaid phone from his pocket and threw it to him.

Kincaid dialed a number, with a tender look on his face, and started talking to the other party.

Luke, who had a keen ear, could easily hear a grumpy female voice from the microphone: "What did you do? You useless bastard..."

He got up wisely, moved to the window, watched the movement outside through the gap in the curtain, and waved to Roselle who was not far away.

When she leaned over suspiciously, he asked, "What are your plans?"

Roselle frowned and said after a moment of silence, "Send Kincaid to The Hague, Netherlands to testify."

Luke chuckled: "Then I want to join."

Roselle: "What?"

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