Chapter 820: On Time
Although the helicopter in the sky was shot down, the roadblock was still driving in color blind mode.
Finally, Luke arrived at the dock.
Here, Luke handed the bruised and battered Ruchev to Bond who was waiting there.
Why was it Ruchev with a bruised face? Because he didn’t wear a seat belt…
Luke hands Ruchev over to Bond, who drags him onto a seaplane.
This has to be done on the high seas, where no one cares.
Before getting off the bus, Luke asked Paloma:
"I didn't have much fun tonight, do you want to go for a drink?"
Paloma hesitated and shook her head.
It’s not that Luke isn’t charming enough, it’s that…
"Sorry, I have to go back and report. I also have to work overtime to write a report..."
Luke shook his head. It was obvious that Paloma was willing to have a drink with him.
It doesn’t matter whether you end up drinking wine or protein.
The regret on Paloma's face was real.
Luke guessed that this girl really needed to go back and write a report, after all, she was still an intern.
"I'll take you back later, you can't refuse that."
Paloma thought about it and nodded.
Bond arranged for Ruchev and turned around to see Luke and Paloma finishing their conversation.
Then the two came together.
Bond: "Why? Are you interested in this girl?"
Luke nodded unabashedly.
"Don't talk about me, you are also a scumbag dominated by hormones."
Bond nodded without any concern.
"The CIA offered me a higher price. I wanted to interrogate Ruchev with them, and they agreed."
Luke spread his hands.
"It doesn't matter. Those poor guys in the Military Intelligence Department can only make empty promises. What really matters is getting the benefits."
Bond also smiled and nodded.
"Okay, I'm leaving. You don't need to let your people follow me."
Luke then gestured to the wheat in the distance.
Then, Bond smiled a smile that all men understand, and said to Luke:
"Have a nice evening."
However, Luke would give him a meaningful smile.
"Tonight is destined to be a restless night."
Bond thought Luke was talking about women, so he patted Luke on the shoulder, turned around, got on the seaplane and flew away.
Back here, Luke lets Paloma out of the car.
Under Paloma's puzzled look, Luke closed the car door and patted the roof.
The roadblock moved away automatically and then disappeared into the darkness.
Paloma looked at the receding roadblock, then at Luke, then turned to look at Maizi and the van beside her.
The look seemed to be asking Luke: "Are we going back in this car?"
Paloma didn't mind, but Luke gave her a charming smile in return.
Helped Paloma tidy up her messy hair.
"The moonlight tonight is charming, and you are charming too. The car we drove just now is not suitable for our outfit tonight."
Maizi in the distance couldn't help but roll his eyes and got into the car and left.
Tonight is overcast, it is a perfect day with a dark moon and strong wind, but there is no moonlight...
Humans are such a problem...
Even though what Luke said was fake, Paloma really enjoyed it.
It was her first mission and she met such a considerate and handsome guy that Paloma almost agreed to Luke's request.
But, he had a gambling father, a sick mother, a younger brother who was in school, and a broken family...
If you can't write a report, you will be out of work.
If you don't have a job, you don't have a salary.
Without a salary, there is no future, and one is forced to sell one's body to help the family through the difficult times...
Thinking of this, Paloma gritted her teeth and insisted on going back to write the report...
Before Paloma could even begin to wonder, the sound of a vehicle engine was heard in the darkness.
A black Rolls-Royce slowly drove up to the two of them.
The car door opened automatically and Luke made a gesture of invitation.
"Madam, let's put a perfect end to this wonderful encounter tonight..."
Paloma looked at the car in front of her. She recognized it. It was a top luxury car, and a bulletproof extended version.
Paloma lifted her skirt, smiled, and got into the car.
Sitting on the soft seat, I found that the partition between the back and front rows had been raised.
Paloma is a typical Latino.
Passionate, unrestrained and full of energy.
The journey was only twenty minutes long, but the roadblock took two hours to clear.
The car door opened and Paloma almost fell when she got out.
Fortunately, Luke got out of the car early and came to her side to support her.
"Fuck, I don't want to write that damn report anymore..."
Luke put his suit jacket on Paloma and said with a smile:
"No, you should write it, but it's not an action report, it's a resignation report."
After saying that, he took out a business card and stuffed it into Paloma's chest.
"Beautiful girl, you shouldn't live here. Remember to call the number above when you have time."
Paloma looked at Luke with love in her eyes and said with a smile:
"Did God hear my prayers and help me realize my wish?"
Luke shook his head.
"No, God didn't hear it, I heard your voice."
Paloma rubbed her chest and said with a smile:
"I didn't hear it, I saw it."
Luke shrugged and kissed Paloma's forehead.
"Okay, go back and have a good rest. I still have things to deal with. Remember to call me when you're done."
Paloma looked at Luke reluctantly, and walked into her apartment, looking back every few steps.
Only after watching Paloma come home, turn on the lights in the room, and wave goodbye to Luke through the glass did Luke get into the car.
"Roadblock, let's go to the docks."
"Okay, boss, to be honest, this girl is quite genuine..." (said in Cantonese)
Luke patted the front seat with amusement and said:
"Where did you hear this term? As a Cybertronian, do you know what is punctual?"
Roadblock: "It's okay. I've also been on the Chinese Internet, and I know what kind of woman is considered pretty according to human aesthetic standards."
Luke said with a smile:
"Watch less of the mess."
Roadblock: "I came to the East because the Internet in the West is too chaotic. To be honest, the Internet here is really chaotic."
Luke knew what Roadblock was talking about.
Recently, the issue of LGBT has been fermenting rapidly on the Western Internet, and there is already a subtle trend.
But he can't do anything about it, it's all the Democrats' fault.
But from his point of view, the situation was really chaotic and really speechless.
But Luke no longer cared about so many things. He came to a remote place near the dock, where a Pelican transport plane was waiting.
The cabin door opened and the roadblock drove straight in.
"OK, Maizi, let's go pick up Bond."
Maizi: "What happened to him?"
Luke shrugged.
"It was a spy. I didn't expect that the CIA director's assistant was actually the spy. He hid it really well."
Luke and others soon left the Caribbean Sea and entered the Atlantic Ocean.
When they arrived at Bond's location, the fishing boat below exploded.
Luke ordered the Pelican to hover over the sea, opened the hatch, and jumped in himself.
However, Luke did not make any splashes on the surface of the sea, but stood straight on the surface of the sea.
Just stretch out your hand and the lifeboat on the ship will open automatically.
With a wave of his hand, the current below the sea surface swept the two people to the surface of the sea one after another.
"Why do you look so miserable every time I see you?"
Bond: "Stop talking nonsense, help me save people..."
