Chapter 701 Unreliable New "Companion"

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Luke's face was full of righteousness and he said righteously: "Duhovic, an inhuman butcher, must be judged justly. ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛"

Roselle glanced at him, and a certain black bald head was already singing love songs to the phone. He always felt that the two of them were not normal.

Unfortunately, now they are the only teammates, she can only say: "Is he not your friend?"

Luke grinned: "This friendship is not deep enough to help him deal with Interpol. Detective Roselle, you also have friends. Are you willing to know the law for them and fight against the police?"

Roselle was speechless.

She can't say it outright, because Kincaid doesn't obey the law, so by the way, she suspects that Mr. Cool Bird also doesn't obey the law!

She could only acquiesce to Luke's request to join the team.

Otherwise what can we do? She couldn't beat Kincaid, and she didn't have the confidence to deal with this mysterious cool bird.

She can only pin her hopes on the reinforcements she invited, who is qualified to talk to these two guys.

Thinking of that reinforcement, she couldn't help but sigh.

When she saw the two people sitting on each side of the room, she even scratched her head: why are there so many problems with men who are capable!

Two hours later, there was a knock on the door.

Roselle looked at Luke and got a nod from him.

Opening the door, a man was let in.

However, before the man and the woman entered the living room, they made a low noise in the hallway by the door.

Luke listened with gusto on the side.

That's right! There is no big gossip between men and women, that is not called love.

How can love be as sweet as Kincaid said, this kind of situation is the norm.

Over there, Kincaid was also awakened by the quarrel of a pair of grudges.

Looking at Luke, who was listening to the gossip with a smile, he rolled his eyes: he really is a slut.

After listening for a while,

Kincaid got impatient, propped up the mop and crutches he found temporarily, walked to the door of the living room, and looked at the two arguing.

At this moment, the dispute between the two has reached the level of chicken and duck: "You know what? Last Thursday, the white noodles blew out of the back door of a banker who was over 300 pounds, um, right in the back seat of my car. You know, The back seat isn't leather, it's cloth."

"Okay, Michael, I don't have time..."

"...you make up your mind, how did I feel when I washed the car..."

"Michael, I don't have time to fool around with you..."

"I must sell that car if I have a chance..."

"Enough, Michael! I didn't betray you, I just, put it! You! Dump it!"

"..."

"Michael, you always want to blame me..." Roselle's voice was high for a moment, then lowered for the afternoon, and sighed helplessly: "This time the escort target is inside. According to the agreement, you do this well. Mission, I'll help you get your 3A rating back, don't talk nonsense like you forgive me, I don't need it."

Kincaid had a toothache expression on his face, and felt that he didn't want to listen to it: "hey, the person who sent the blood has arrived... uh"

"WTF!"

The two people facing each other at the door said this almost in unison, and the gun in Kincaid's hand was raised.

The visitor's response was also very quick, and he immediately slapped his hand away and slammed into the door frame.

The pained Kincaid involuntarily let go of the gun, but with the other hand he drew a gun from his waist.

The visitor pressed his hands, locked his hands and slammed against the door frame on the other side, knocking the gun off.

At the same time, he freed one hand and took it to his waist.

Kincaid also reacted quickly, with his knees between his legs.

The person who came was clenched between his legs, and the hand that drew the gun pressed against the fatal knee.

The two slammed into the wall of the hall with a bang.

Kincaid's hand touched the man's armpit, and pulled out a pistol. The man who came in also changed his hand and pulled out the gun from his waist. The muzzles of the two of them pointed to each other's heads at almost the same time.

The next moment, both of them felt their hands holding the gun tighten.

Looking sideways, he found that Luke was standing beside the two of them with a smile, pinching the hands of the two of them with guns: "I think it's better to give an old man blood first, and then it's better for you to fight slowly, how about you? ?"

"Who are you?" The visitor looked at Luke blankly.

Kincaid breathed a sigh of relief.

He has forgotten that he has a "companion", although this "companion" is not very reliable.

"You idiot bodyguard really have two... uh" Staring at the person who came, he scolded, Kincaid's head dizzy, his eyes rolled, and he fell backwards.

Luke sighed helplessly and looked at Kincaid.

This guy was still holding one hand by himself, and the whole person was hanging softly in the air, just like a female dancer who was hanging in the national standard dance.

He resisted the urge, didn't let go and threw the old guy out, but dragged him back to the living room sofa.

Turning his head to look at the person coming at the door, Luke gestured: "Where's the blood? Give this old guy a loss, or he will continue to faint."

Someone smashed, smashed, and finally put away his gun and walked in with the box containing the blood bag.

Roselle was stunned for a while, before finally regaining his senses and putting away the several guns that had fallen on the ground.

She didn't even know that Kincaid had hidden so many guns on him.

After a while, Luke sat by the window with great interest, pretending to look at the scenery, when he heard a pair of crazy men and women start arguing again.

"...What? You asked me to escort this murderer? He tried to kill me twenty-seven times, no, counting just now, twenty-eight times..."

"Kinkade is a witness! If he is not sent to testify before the International Criminal Court in The Hague starts tomorrow, Duhovic will be acquitted..."

"Why don't you just take him to The Hague there?"

"I can't! There were moles in Interpol, and all the 18 elite operatives who escorted the team in the morning were killed, including six GIPNs."

"Ha, you call them elite? I think it's more appropriate to call them kind."

The visitor, Michael, was a young man in his thirties. His facial features were handsome, but his face was unshaven, looking very sad, and he was talking a lot.

Well, it's the same as Kincaid's anger.

And while tearing up with his "ex" girlfriend, Detective Roselle, he also threw a poker card into Kincaid's face, which slapped Kincaid's face.

Luke is too lazy to care, anyway, the old guy's black skin is quite thick.

The two men and women became excited again after talking, and walked to the bedroom.

Luke originally thought that there would be the kind of plot in the movie, where quarrels don't work, and the body is used to decide the outcome.

It's a pity that within two minutes, the two came out again, and Roselle even put on her coat - she was going to put on her coat.

"...Why do you believe me? Because I have never lied to you." In the hall at the door, Roselle's voice was a little choked: "...Complete this mission, I will help you get back the 3A rating, you We'll be able to live the kind of human life we ​​used to be. And then, we'll never be in touch again, OK?"