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Chapter 686 Chapter 703 What crime did she commit?  Because of love (3 updates)

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    The Glock in his hand was also slightly raised and swung from side to side.

    Snapped!  Snapped!

    The hospital immediately lost one patient with hematuria and one less patient with concussion.

    Michael¡¯s eyes widened: ¡°wtf!¡±

    Luke grabbed Kincaid and continued to run away: "He shot first."

    With that said, he had already dragged his black bald head to the rooftop.

    As soon as the three of them got to the rooftop, the sound of a propeller came from afar.

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

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

    boom!

    The rooftop door was knocked open, and a team of heavily armed special police rushed in. They searched around for a while. "Clear" reports came and went, but nothing was found.

    Downstairs, Luke put the black bald head he was carrying on the ground: "You don't look like a fool! You can get down by climbing the scaffolding, why do you want to jump off the building?"

    Kincaid: "How do I know you can jump off while you are carrying me?"

    On the side, Michael borrowed strength from the construction scaffolding four or five times before falling to the ground: "Stop talking nonsense, let's try to find a car and run away. Don't cause any more lives, okay? I'm a security guard, not a killer, okay.  ?¡±

    If this continues, he feels that not only will he not get back his Level 3a security qualification certificate, but he will go to jail for the rest of his life.

    The three of them 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 got into the passenger seat.

    Michael started the car and the three set off again.

    Kincaid was dissatisfied: "Hey, what does this smell like! The back here is like a cesspit Wait, isn't this the car you are driving now?"

    Michael said nothing.

    Kincaid was annoyed: "I remember, didn't you drive a Jaguar before? What's the matter with this crappy car! In the past, we couldn't even steal something like this. Oh, that banker can't really be here  Is there something going on behind this? Is this a "functional drink"? Why do I smell like urine?"

    Luke said nothing, silently took out a mask from his backpack and put it on, then opened the car window a small crack.

    But he remained silent, but the other two people in the car were not idle.

    Kincaid, the arrogant old guy, kept teasing Michael, revealing all his secrets.

    Similarly, Michael, who was severely beaten, also revealed a lot about Kincaid's background.

    Michael Bryan, worked as a CIA, and later switched to security.

    Relying on the experience and connections of the CIA, he obtained a 3A rating a few years ago, specializing in fooling rich people into spending large sums of money to ensure safety.

    As a result, he failed in a big business.

    Not to mention the 3A-level evaluation, his life also fell into ruin.

    Kincaid has a long criminal record and is an alcoholic father who has been in prison for a long time. In that environment, he was in and out of prison many times at a young age.

    As a killer and a security guard, the two have fought many times, and they are basically tied.

    But in terms of mentality, ginger is still spicy.

    ¡°Look at Kincaid, he was shot in the leg, chased by police and mercenaries, and he was still talking and laughing.

    What makes him better than Michael is that his mentality is very strong.

    Even though he is in deep suffering, he does not frown, but strives to live a more self-sufficient life, laughing and scolding as he pleases.

    It¡¯s not like Michael¡¯s face of resenting women and hating the sky and the air.

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

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

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

    The new car was built by Kinkaid. He smashed the driver's seat glass with one punch and completed the car building 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, it was those two who stole the car and drove it away, it had nothing to do with him.

    An old-fashioned Mercedes-Benz is also a Mercedes-Benz, and no banker has ever had its back door exploded inside. Luke chose the more leisurely and comfortable rear seat this time.

    One old and one young, one black and one white, both talking aboutThe guys who chatted endlessly finally got together and started a British duet performance.

    Luke was in the back row, taking out a lollipop and eating it leisurely, like a sugar-eater.

    He didn¡¯t dare to do this in the car before, because he always thought it would make the lollipop smell like water.

    Kincaid also found the inventory of a certain British drunk driver - a stainless steel hip flask.

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

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

    "Of course it's because oflove! Child." Kincaid sighed quietly.

    "I was doing a business deal in Arizona at the time, and I received a call from the hospital saying that my wife had been hit by a car and was in critical condition and was being rescued. The hospital said that they must have the signature of the family members before they can proceed with the next step of the operation, so  I didn't even have a few more minutes to finish the business, so I got on the plane and returned to Mexico City." At this point, he said nothing.

    Michael: "Then?"

    Kincaid laughed loudly: "As a result, when I rushed into the emergency room sweating profusely, more than twenty Interpol police officers pointed their guns at me."

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

    ¡°He didn¡¯t think that Kincaid would submit obediently when being pointed at by twenty Interpol police officers.

    This old guy is very clever, and Interpol is just an ordinary guy to him.

    Sure enough, Kincaid was silent for a moment before replying: "She was imprisoned in the Interpol detention center in Amsterdam."

    "What crime did she commit?" Luke wondered.

    Kincaid was silent for a longer time this time, and finally answered: "Fall in love with me?"

    Luke gave him an international gesture, but he thought it was true.

    Without his wife, how could Kincaid be caught by Interpol?

    ¡° Sonia probably didn¡¯t commit anything. Even if she did, she should be in prison in a certain country and not be imprisoned by Interpol.

    No wonder Kincaid couldn¡¯t jump up and down. It turned out that someone had pinched the woman he loved most.

    "I'm trapped by love!" A certain black bald man laughed at himself, but he didn't look downcast: "It's just like your Agent Russell lowering your security rating again and again, to the lowest level. There is no difference."

    ¡°Well, you¡¯re still an eavesdropper,¡± Michael complained.

    Kincaid: "You complain so loudly, like a child who has failed to ask for candy from his mother. I think it's hard not to hear"

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

    Kinkaid laughed out loud: "Haha, listen! lifeisahighwayandit'smightyfuxkinglong"

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