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Chapter 670 Chapter 687 A business of one thousand and two has been made into four hundred. Does it feel bad?  (1 update)

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    Luke and the young employee arrived at the garage, and the young employee signaled: "Your car is here."

    Luke pointed to the driver's seat: "Drive, take me out."

    Young employee: "Huh?"

    A moment later, a stretched Lincoln drove out of the garage.

    Throwing the knife into the passenger seat, he said, "Okay, park the car in the underground parking lot in front."

    He doesn¡¯t know how to use this car, but just to save time, he spent some money to pay the manager.

    After arriving at the underground parking lot, he chased away the young employee who got the last roll of extra money and threw the car keys directly into the Lincoln's glove compartment.

    ¡°Anyway, the young employee said that the car rental agency has a positioning system, and they will naturally find him when the time comes, so he doesn¡¯t have to bother returning the car with his fake identity.

    After boarding the second-hand Polonaise next to him, Luke headed southeast.

    Looking at the route of Miss Beth and their Mercedes-Benz sports car on the notebook, he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "You are a willful young lady who is decisive."

    Along the way, his mood was relatively relaxed.

    There is no absolute goal in this operation, and it is uncertain whether something happens to Miss Beth.

    Through the open car window, the summer breath blew in, and the scenery of Poland in July was also quite beautiful.

    The roadside is green everywhere, and occasionally some buildings pop up with orange-red roofs and white-beige walls. They are square or round in cute shapes, making them look like small castles in fairy tale books, full of fantasy.  breath.

    Luke, however, could only sigh and could not stop.

    In fact, Warsaw¡¯s cultural scenery and artistic atmosphere are no worse than Paris, and it is also an art city that many painters like to come to.

    If you have time, you can come back and spend two days here.  This was what he was thinking in his mind.

    At nightfall, Luke threw his second-hand Polonaise in Poland, quietly crossed the border and entered Slovakia.

    He took out a Vespa scooter from the storage space, which he bought second-hand with Polonaise, and drove more than 100 kilometers into Slovakia.

    A road sign finally appeared not far away - "Natural hot springs, Nolia town scenery, welcome you!"

    He turned the car and drove onto this small road.

    After walking for a few dozen minutes, we arrived at a small town. Like many European towns, it was ancient, small, and full of literary and artistic atmosphere.

    Luke rode his motorcycle and passed slowly on the street, analyzing the various smell lines in the air, and slowly passed through the town.

    At the eastern edge of the town, he turned off the engine and stepped off the pedal.

    Looking at a gloomy and dark forest, the tall trees, either straight or curved, are shadowy in the night, as scary as monsters and monsters.

    Luke didn¡¯t stop and walked straight into the woods.

    After walking a few dozen meters, a small bonfire was burning in a hollow, making occasional beeping noises. Next to the fire were small sheds made of various iron sheets and wooden boards, about twenty or thirty of them.

    Luke kept walking and walked into the pit.

    There was a rustling sound, and children came out of those small sheds one by one.

    They were male and female, big and small, about seven or eight in number, but the oldest was only in his early ten years, and the youngest seemed to be only five or six years old.

    The children stared at Luke silently, no one said a word.

    Luke finally spoke: "I want to ask for some news. Three American girls, aged in their early twenties, appeared here between yesterday and today."

    There continues to be silence around.

    Luke felt in his pocket and found a roll of green banknotes in his hand. He threw it directly to a boy about ten years old: "Remuneration."

    The boy reacted quickly. He caught the knife, pulled off the rubber band, and quickly pulled it with his hands.

    He then raised his head: "This money is not enough."

    Luke chuckled and threw another roll of knives over.

    The boy caught it, checked it again and nodded: "Okay, we have seen these three women. They came here to soak in the hot springs yesterday and left eastward in the afternoon."

    Luke raised his eyebrows, took out another roll of knives from his pocket, and tossed it gently in his hand: "Height, appearance, appearance and dress, as long as you can say it right, this is yours too."

    The boy rolled his eyes and nodded: "No problem. One has black hair and a square face, one has blond hair and has a pointed face, and the other is a bit old and has a lot of wrinkles on his forehead.Duo, how"

    Luke suddenly stepped back, stuffed the banknotes in his pocket, stretched out his hands, grabbed the two big boys behind him by the scruff of their necks, 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 and chuckled: "Very good, I like unruly people the most."

    Throwing the two older children away casually, he dug under his arm, a P226 appeared in his hand, and pointed it at the child who collected the money: "Now, tell me where the three girls are, or you will be the first to die.  "

    Having said this, he looked around and nodded with satisfaction: "There are a lot of people. If one of them doesn't say anything, he will be replaced by the next one. I think there are always people here who want to live."

    As he spoke, he raised three fingers of his left hand: "I'll count three times. If you don't answer, I'll ask someone else!"

    "one¡­¡­"

    "I said." The boy who was pointed at the gun shouted immediately.

    "Not bad, you can answer it quickly." Luke nodded with satisfaction, picked him up and walked him more than ten meters away.

    However, the muzzle of the P226 in his hand was always pointed towards the bonfire.

    After more than ten minutes, Luke¡¯s inquiry ended.

    He reached out and took out the two rolls of knives he had given him before from his pocket, and then took out the roll of knives he had put back before from his own pocket.

    After 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 am a very trustworthy person." He pointed the gun at the child's head: "I paid the promised reward."

    Although his life was in danger, the child's eyes still couldn't help but glance at the remaining two rolls of swords.

    Luke sighed: "This is punishment. What was originally a business worth twelve hundred dollars has been turned into four hundred 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 remains fresh and unforgettable.

    He tapped the kid on the head with the muzzle of his gun: "Maybe next time the four hundred dollars will belong to your companions, and you won't be able to use it."

    After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the woods.

    A group of children watched his back disappear, and then they all looked at the banknotes in the child's hand. They all felt heartbroken: There were three rolls just now!  Just one roll now.  This is a beautiful knife!

    The child noticed the gazes of his companions and shouted angrily: "Didn't we always do this before? And he was asking for news about that group of people. Why didn't you take the initiative to tell him just now?"

    All the children trembled, lowered their heads and remained silent.

    After the child said this, he also felt uneasy.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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