Chapter 683 - So This Is Love?
Kincaid glared at Luke. “You were really good at pretending last time.”
Luke gave him an anesthetic and chuckled. “They were just a bunch of hooligans. You weren’t serious either, right?”
The solemn expression on Kincaid’s face only lasted for two seconds before he suddenly burst out laughing. “Same here. Right, how’s your girlfriend?”
Luke didn’t even raise his head as he cleaned the wound. “Where’s your future wife? Don’t tell me she flew off?”
Kincaid chuckled proudly. “She’s called Sonia Kincaid now.”
Luke raised an eyebrow. “Wow, that was quick. It’s only been two months, right?”
Kincaid waved his index finger. “No, no, no, young man, you’re mistaken. She’s been called that since a month and a half ago.”
Luke raised his head in surprise. “Isn’t that… just a few days?”
What he meant was that Kincaid had met the hot-tempered and fierce Sonia in the bar only a few days before that.
Kincaid said smugly, “That’s love. Once you see her, you feel that you have to be with her. Only then is life perfect.”
Luke shrugged. “Fine. It seems that you really are in love with her.”
Luke couldn’t comment.
He had never felt that way about any woman in his two lifetimes.
In his two lifetimes, he had interacted with more than twenty women, some whom he appreciated and some whom were nothing special. None of them made his heart jump and want to be reckless.
Of course, he felt that this was a good thing.
In life, everyone had varying degrees of family, love, and friendship; he was simply a person whose love ratio was very low.
Watching the two of them talk and laugh, the policewoman grew nervous and slowly retreated into the bathroom.
After she closed the door, Luke raised his head and said to Kincaid in a low voice, “Don’t tell me this girl is your colleague.”
Kincaid curled his lip. “I’m under Interpol escort.”
Luke understood. “I’m relieved.”
Kincaid was stumped. “What?”
Luke said, “I don’t think you can become a cop. Hm, or an undercover agent… that’s still impossible for you.”
Kincaid cursed angrily, but was unable to refute him. “I’m a witness.”
Luke asked, “A witness in a prisoner’s van? So, a dirty witness?”
Kincaid said, “I’ll get her to tell you later. I’ve lost too much blood, I want to rest.”
Luke said, “This is just an anesthetic, you haven’t even lost a liter of blood. You won’t die.”
Kincaid: “I’m an old man. Losing a liter can kill me.”
A few minutes later, Luke cleaned the wound on Kincaid’s leg, took off his gloves, and threw them into a nearby trash can. He looked at Roussel with a smile. “Did you find someone to pick him up?”
After a brief hesitation, Roussel nodded. “He’s almost here.”
Luke didn’t care who was coming. He was more concerned about something else. “Can you tell me what happened? Kincaid isn’t stupid enough to be ambushed.”
Roussel looked at him strangely for a moment before saying, “You don’t know what’s going on?”
Luke shrugged. “I only helped you when I heard the explosion and the gunshots. Tell me, who wants to kill him?”
Roussel was suspicious, but her expression remained unchanged. “Someone doesn’t want Kincaid to testify in court, so they sent people to silence him.”
Listening to the policewoman’s explanation, Luke took out a thermos from his backpack.
Looking at Roussel’s surprised expression, he explained, “I’m just here on holiday. I made some black tea in advance to avoid buying drinks. Do you want some?”
Roussel decisively refused. “I don’t like tea.”
Luke hummed and said, “Just nice, I don’t have much anyway; it’s just enough for myself.” He then poured some black tea into the cup and drank it.
Unfortunately, the aroma of the milk tea made Roussel’s throat go dry. In the end, she could only go find a bottle of water.
Of course she liked black tea, but she was more worried that there was something wrong with Luke’s tea!
They talked for almost an hour, and Luke finally finished his tea.
Someone suddenly interjected, “This black tea isn’t bad. Give me a cup.”
Luke poured out the half-cup that was left in the thermos and swallowed. “I finished it.”
When Kincaid looked at the thermos next to Luke, Luke picked it up and shook it. “There’s none left.”
Kincaid then looked at Roussel, who shook her head. “There’s only mineral water here. He brought the black tea himself.”
Kincaid was full of despair. “You miser.”
Luke fished around in his backpack. “Is instant coffee okay? It’s Nestlé.”
Kincaid: “…Yes.”
Since he was injured, he needed to replenish his energy, and of course needed food and water.
Luke wasn’t petty.
But how could he give his black tea and cup to another man to drink, and an old one at that?
He went to the kitchen and found some food in the fridge to heat up. He placed it on a big tray and asked, “Do you want some?”
Looking at Roussel’s conflicted expression, Luke sighed helplessly. “I’m a good guy, okay?”
As he spoke, he reached for his waist, and the Glock was pressed to Roussel’s head.
Before she could react, the Glock was back in its holster. “I’m not threatening you. I just want to make it clear that it wouldn’t take me and Kincaid more than a second to kill you.”
Watching Luke walk past, Roussel smiled bitterly.
Luke was holding a big tray, but it didn’t shake at all, even when there was milk and food on it.
His control over his body was unbelievable.
After that shock, she finally relaxed.
The two guys in the room could kill her in seconds. She was alive and well, which meant that she was… insignificant.
Kincaid was a super hitman charged with more than twenty murders in a dozen countries.
How much weaker could someone who could talk cheerfully and calmly with Kincaid be?
Kincaid took a sip of the hot coffee and sighed in satisfaction. “Ah, even instant coffee tastes good after getting shot. Do you have a phone?”
Luke took out a prepaid phone from his pocket and tossed it to him.
Kincaid dialed a number with a gentle expression.
With his sharp ears, Luke could easily hear an angry female voice on the other end of the phone. “What did you do this time? You useless devil…”
He tactfully got up and moved to the window. He looked out through the gap in the curtains and waved at Roussel.
When she approached him suspiciously, Luke asked, “What do you plan to do?”
Frowning, Roussel was silent for a moment before she said, “Send Kincaid to The Hague in the Netherlands to testify in court.”
Luke chuckled. “Then count me in.”
Roussel: “What?”
