Chapter 702 Young People Who Don't Understand Love, Old People with Fast Hands

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"...good. The fastest update┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛" Michael choked out a sentence.

"...This is really humiliating." Roselle opened the door with a complicated expression.

Michael looked at the closed door, and suddenly patted his head in annoyance: "Damn! Why did I say this."

"Good! It seems that you are not stupid yet." In the living room, Luke finally said something faintly.

Michael looked sideways: "Huh?"

Luke shrugged: "You haven't had a girlfriend for a long time, haven't you? Well, maybe when you were rich, you had some "female" friends, but maybe this little girl is the only one who really loved you."

Michael squinted a pair of dead fish eyes: "How old are you? Do you know what love is?"

Luke hehe: "Because I don't have a girlfriend, I don't need to worry about love, young man."

Michael's lips moved, but he found that the words were irrefutable, so he could only change the subject and pointed to Kincaid: "Should you change your friend's clothes?"

Luke crossed his arms and looked at him strangely: "What are you doing here?"

Michael also looked back at him strangely: "Protect this damn old guy."

Luke spread his hands: "So he is your mission target, not mine. Besides, I don't know him well, why should I help him change his clothes?"

This is still an old African chief, and the ghost wants to help him change his clothes.

Michael was choked again, and after a while, he showed a thumbs up: "I am very lucky to be friends with you."

Luke didn't care.

Lucky? Of course.

In this world, it is easy to find someone to help you change clothes, but it is very difficult to find someone to save your life.

Kincaid woke up from the coma, looked at the blood bag he was hanging, and then looked at his other hand: "What the hell is this?"

Michael sorted out his equipment: "Handcuffs. You didn't forget that you were a prisoner, did you?"

Kincaid: "No, I mean,

Who put on this "fashionable" dress for me? "

"You're lucky, I brought two changes of clothes?" Michael began to put on his coat.

Kincaid looked at his "new" clothes, which was a suit with a small vest: "You dare to wear this kind of clothes? Let me guess. Did you buy it when you were a bodyguard? You did look like a little girl back then, haha."

Michael pouted, ignoring the question.

Kincaid: "Well, I don't seem to be wearing underwear? It feels a little chilly for the bird."

Luke finally said, "He did it for you, not me."

Michael rolled his eyes: Thank you so much.

But he still said, "You're wearing it, otherwise I wouldn't dare to change your pants, OK?"

Kincaid pouted: "It's really boring."

Suddenly, an old-fashioned rotary telephone in the room rang.

All three frowned.

Michael stood up quickly: "This is the Interpol safe house. If the phone is not answered, or if there is a problem with the identification after it is answered, they will send someone to check."

Luke's ears moved: "It seems... it's already here."

He opened the curtains slightly, and saw several police cars on the street not far away with their lights on, rushing over with their sirens pulled.

The two black SUVs downstairs just stopped, and eight guys with guns rushed in. At first glance, it was not the way of the police.

Interpol did indeed have a traitor, and even went to the safe house before the police.

Michael quickly opened Kincaid's handcuffs.

Kincaid is still there: "Where's the little beauty policeman? Well, it seems to be called Roselle, right?"

Luke: "Let's go."

"Damn, I like this little girl... uh" Kincaid saw Luke's interested eyes: "It's very energetic, I will have a daughter like her in the future."

Luke sighed regretfully: "I thought your love had shifted its target."

Kincaid wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist: "I will always only love my Sonia."

Luke got up and picked up his backpack: "Let's go, unless you want to kill the dozens of police officers below."

Kincaid also got up: "Dozens, are there so many?"

Luke: "Yes, there are at least twenty special police among them."

Michael was already waving at the door: "You dare to touch them, believe it or not, it will be SAS next time."

Now Kincaid was silent.

SAS is not easy to mess with.

One or two Kincaid can still be beaten, but once the SAS is dispatched, it will not only come with one or two, at least a fully configured team can beat the injured Kincaid.

When the three walked out of the room, Michael wanted to go to the right, but Luke stopped him and showed him a few tactical sign languages.

The two leaned to the stairwell, and two people just pushed the door on the opposite side of the door.

Almost at the same time, one was punched in the back of the head by Luke, and the other was strangled by Michael.

Boom!

Michael watched Luke withdraw his fist from the face of the gangster in his arms, then motioned to himself, helplessly dropped the unconscious gangster and followed.

As soon as the two pushed open the door of the stairwell, there were two bangs behind them.

The two almost rolled their eyes at the same time and turned to look.

At the door of the stairwell on the other side, Kincaid just lowered his gun: "Thank you for your protection, I almost got shot from the butt by these two guys."

Michael: "...well done, guess what's going to happen to those cops downstairs now?"

Luke's keen ear has already heard several police officers shouting loudly downstairs: "There are gunshots, and there are gunshots upstairs."

The sound of clattering footsteps also came from below the stairwell.

Luke sighed and pointed to the roof.

It's okay to kill some gangsters, but there are dozens of police officers on official duties below, and he really doesn't want to fight with them.

He gestured to Michael, he supported Kincaid, and the three ran to the roof.

Kincaid was prepared to suffer, but he was almost supported by Luke and went up to the top floor. He smiled and wanted to speak.

Luke made a gesture to him, telling him to suspend the ranting session.

Michael, who was in front, rushed through the exit of the stairwell and continued to run to the top floor, when two sneaky gunmen emerged from the stairwell.

boom! Snapped!

With one kick in the stomach and a slap in the face with the other, Luke knocked the two gangsters to the ground with a double-pronged approach.

Murder is spared.

There are a bunch of cops below, and he doesn't want the cops to run after his ass.

Anyway, the guy who was kicked in the stomach had at least a week of blood in his urine, and the one who got slapped in the face also had a severe concussion.

boom!

Michael, who was running in front, stopped his feet and turned his head to see that a gangster who had just emerged from the stairway in the distance had been knocked down.

This shot, of course, was fired by the quick-witted Mr. Kincaid.

Luke put his hand on his forehead: "Kinkaide, there are dozens of police officers downstairs, can't you keep a low profile? You see, I just slap and kick my stomach."

Kincaid: "Next time I'll be more careful?"

Luke: ...I believe in you! Your black bald head is very showy.