Chapter 703 What Crime Did She Commit? Because of Love

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The Glock in his hand was also slightly lifted and swung left and right. Favorite this site┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

Snapped! Snapped!

The hospital immediately registered one less uremia patient and one concussion patient.

Michael's eyes widened: "WTF!"

Luke pulled up Kincaid and continued to run: "He shot first."

Saying so, he has dragged his black bald head to the roof of the roof.

The three talents went to the rooftop, and the sound of a propeller came from afar.

"Okay, I can't escape from the roof now." Luke said.

Michael also followed, and the three looked at each other.

boom!

The rooftop door was knocked open, and a team of fully-armed special police rushed in. They searched around for a while, and the reports of "clear" came one after another, but nothing was found.

Downstairs, Luke put the black bald head in his hand on the ground: "You don't seem to be spilling it! You can get down by climbing the scaffolding, why don't you want to jump off the building?"

Kincaid: "...how do I know you can jump off me while you're carrying me."

On the side, Michael borrowed strength on the construction scaffolding four or five times, and also fell to the ground: "Don't talk nonsense, let's try to find a car, let's run quickly. Don't kill people, okay? I'm a security guard, not a killer, OK ?"

If it goes on like this, he feels that not only will he not have to return to the 3A-level security qualification certificate, but he will go to the prison to eat in prison, and the time limit is still a lifetime.

The three sneaked into a car a street away.

Luke made a decisive decision the moment before Michael opened the car door.

He threw Kincaid into the back seat and slammed into the passenger seat.

Michael started the car and the three set off again.

Kincaid was dissatisfied: "Hey, what's this smell! It's like a cesspool in the back... Wait, isn't this the car you're driving now?"

Michael was silent.

Kincaid was annoyed: "I remember you didn't drive a Jaguar before? What's the matter with this broken car! Before that, we didn't even think about stealing this stuff. Shit, that banker won't really be there. Is it fried in the back? And is this a "functional drink"? Why do I smell a smell of urine, "

Luke didn't say a word, silently took out a mask from his backpack and put it on, then opened the car window a small slit.

But he was silent, and the other two people in the car were not idle.

Kincaid, the irritable old guy, kept teasing Michael, and his foundation was thoroughly cleaned up.

Similarly, Michael, who was beaten enough, also revealed a lot of Kincaid's foundation.

Michael Bryan, who worked as a CIA, then switched to security.

Relying on CIA's experience and relationship, he got a 3A rating a few years ago, and he specially fooled the rich to pay a lot of money to keep him safe.

As a result, he lost a big business.

Not to mention the 3A-level evaluation, his life will be devastated.

Kincaid had a lot of cases, a long-term prison alcoholic dad, and he was in and out of prison many times at a young age in that environment.

As killers and security guards, the two have played against each other many times, and they are basically tied.

But mentally, Jiang is still old and spicy.

Look at Kincaid, who was shot in the leg and chased by the police and mercenaries. He was still chatting and laughing.

Where he is better than Michael is that mentality is... strong.

Even when he was in deep suffering, he did not frown, but tried to make himself a little more self-sufficient, laughing and scolding as he wanted.

It's not like Michael's resentful face, hating the air.

After driving for a while, Michael stopped the car in the back alley of a bar: "We need to change cars, they can notice my license plate from the surveillance."

In less than a minute, the three changed cars again.

This time Luke took the initiative to sit in the back seat.

The new car was made by Kincaid. He smashed the glass of the driver's seat with one punch, and completed the operation in seconds.

Although Luke can easily open the door of this old-fashioned Mercedes-Benz, he doesn't want to be deducted points.

Now, the two stole the car, and they drove it away, and it had nothing to do with him.

The old-fashioned Mercedes-Benz is also a Mercedes-Benz, and no banker ever burst the back door. Luke chose a more leisurely and comfortable back row this time.

One old and one young, one black and one white, the two guys who talked endlessly finally got together and started the British duo performance.

Luke was in the back row, leisurely taking out lollipops and eating them, like a salted fish candy eater.

He didn't dare to do this in the car before, always feeling that it would make the lollipops smell like water.

Kincaid also found the stock of an old British drunk driver — a stainless steel jug.

After opening it and smelling it, he nodded with satisfaction and took a sip: "This whisky is good, but it's a pity there is no ice. By the way, how did you become like this? A few years ago, a pair of socks was worth more than your current outfit, and it was the client who was killed. Yet?"

Michael's mouth twitched: "What's the use of saying me? How about you, as an internationally famous killer, how could you be caught by the rookies of Interpol?"

"Of course it's because of... love! Child." Kincaid sighed.

"I was doing a business in Arizona at the time, and I got a call from the hospital saying that my wife was hit by a car and was in critical condition and was being rescued. The hospital said that they must have the family's signature before they can proceed with the next operation, so I didn't even have time to finish the business for a few more minutes, I got on the plane and went back to Mexico City." He said nothing at this point.

Michael: "And then?"

Kincaid laughed hard: "As a result, when I rushed into the emergency room full of sweat, more than 20 Interpols pointed their guns at me."

Luke interjected and asked, "Where is Sonia now?"

He didn't think that if Kincaid was pointed at by twenty Interpols, he would obey.

This old guy is very playful, and Interpol is only ordinary to him.

Sure enough, Kincaid was silent for a moment before answering: "She was detained in the Interpol Detention Center in Amsterdam."

"What crime did she commit?" Luke wondered.

Kincaid was silent longer this time, before finally answering, "In love with me?"

Luke gave him an international gesture, but he agreed.

Without his wife in hand, how could Kincaid be honestly caught by Interpol.

Sonia estimated that nothing had happened. Even if she did, she should go to prison in a certain country instead of being imprisoned by Interpol.

No wonder Kincaid couldn't jump up and down. It turned out that someone pinched the woman he loved the most.

"Being trapped by love!" A black bald head laughed and laughed at himself, but he didn't look dejected: "It's like your Agent Roselle, who made your security rating drop again and again to the lowest level, it makes no difference."

"Well, you're still an eavesdropper." Michael complained.

Kincaid: "You're complaining so loudly, like a kid who doesn't succeed in asking for candy from his mother, I don't want to hear it..."

Michael: "You have such a deep understanding of love, why don't you write a poem? Maybe publish it in the newspaper."

Kincaid laughed: "Haha, listen! Life is a highway and it's mighty fuxking long...  

Nobody gets out alive nobody gets out alive~”