Chapter 684 - Unreliable New 'Partner”

Luke said with a righteous expression, “A ruthless butcher like Dukhovich must be put on trial for justice.”

Roussel glanced at the black baldie who was already singing a love song on the phone. She had a feeling that neither of them was normal.

Unfortunately, they were now her teammates. She could only ask, “He’s not your friend?”

Luke grinned. “This friendship isn’t deep enough for me to help him deal with Interpol. Agent Roussel, would you be willing to break the law and go up against the police for your friends?”

Roussel was unable to reply.

She couldn’t say outright that because Kincaid didn’t abide by the law, she suspected that Mr. Cool Bird didn’t abide by the law either!

She could only acquiesce to Luke’s request.

What else could she do? She couldn’t defeat Kincaid, nor was she confident that she could defeat this mysterious Cool Bird.

She could only pin her hopes on the backup that she had invited. Only that person had the qualifications to talk to these two.

Thinking of the backup, she couldn’t help but sigh.

Looking at the two people in the room, she scratched her head. Why were all capable men so rotten?!

Two hours later, someone knocked on the door.

Roussel looked at Luke, who nodded.

She opened the door to let a man in.

But they started arguing at the doorway even before they entered the living room.

Luke listened with relish.

That was more like it! If there was no gossip between a man and a woman, then it wasn’t love.

Love wasn’t as sweet as Kincaid made it out to be. It was normal for couples to argue with each other apart.

On the other side, Kincaid was woken up by the quarrel between the resentful couple.

Looking at Luke, who was listening to the gossip with a smile, Kincaid rolled his eyes. As expected of a b*tch.

After listening for a moment, Kincaid grew impatient. Using a mop as a temporary crutch, he walked to the door of the living room and looked at the two people arguing.

At that moment, the argument had reached a point where they were on completely different wavelengths. “Last week, a 300-pound banker’s ass exploded four bags of heroin in the backseat of my car. You know, those seats aren’t real leather, but cloth.”

“Okay, Michael, I don’t have time for —”

“…Think about how I felt when I was cleaning my car…”

“Michael, I don’t have time for this…”

“I definitely have to sell the car when I get the chance…”

“Enough, Michael! I never sold you out. I. Just. Dumped. You!”

“…”

“Michael, you always want to push the blame on me…” Roussel’s voice rang out for a moment, before it turned gloomy and she sighed helplessly. “The escort target is inside. According to our agreement, after you complete this mission, I’ll help you get your 3A rating back. Stop spouting sh*t about not forgiving me. I don’t need it. ”

Kincaid looked like he didn’t want to listen anymore. “Hey, the man with the blood is here… uh.”

“WTF!”

The two people facing each other at the door spoke at the same time, and Kincaid raised his gun.

The person reacted quickly and slapped his hand away, knocking it against the door.

Kincaid, who was in pain, couldn’t help but let go of his gun. He then pulled out another gun from his lower back.

The man grabbed Kincaid’s arm with both hands and slammed it against the door frame.

At the same time, he reached for his waist.

Kincaid reacted just as quickly and aimed a knee between the man’s legs.

The man clamped his legs together and the hand holding the gun pressed down on Kincaid’s knee.

The two of them crashed into the wall.

Kincaid reached under the man’s armpit and pulled out a pistol. The man also pulled out a gun from his waist with his other hand, and they pointed at each other’s head at the same time.

The next moment, they felt a tight grip on their guns.

They turned their heads and saw Luke standing next to them with a smile as he gripped their guns. “I think it’s better to give a certain old man his blood first before you fight him. How does that sound?”

“Who are you?” The man looked at Luke blankly.

Kincaid was relieved.

He had forgotten that he had a “partner,” although this “partner” wasn’t very reliable.

“You dumb bodyguard, you really have… uh…” After glaring at the man and cursing, Kincaid felt dizzy and toppled backward.

Luke sighed helplessly and looked at Kincaid.

The fellow was hanging off him with one hand as he sagged limply like a female ballroom dancer.

He resisted the urge to throw the old man out, and instead, dragged him back to the couch in the living room.

Turning his head to look at the person at the door, Luke gestured at him. “Where’s the blood? Give it to the old guy, or he’ll stay knocked out.”

The man smacked his lips and finally put away his gun. He then walked in with a box full of blood bags.

Dumbfounded for a long while, Roussel finally came back to her senses and put away the guns that had fallen to the floor.

She had no idea that Kincaid had so many guns on him.

A moment later, Luke sat down next to the window and pretended to enjoy the view as the couple started arguing again.

“…What? You want me to escort this murderer? He tried to kill me 27 times. No, that’s not right. It’s 28 times now…”

“Kincaid is a witness! If he doesn’t testify at the International Criminal Court in The Hague tomorrow, Dukhovich will be acquitted…”

“Then why don’t you just take him to The Hague?”

“I can’t! There’s a traitor in Interpol. The eighteen elite operators who were part of the escort team in the morning were all killed, including six GIPNs.”

“Huh? You call them elites? Maybe they were just nice.”

The newcomer, Michael, was a young man who wasn’t even thirty years old. He had handsome features, but he had a scraggly beard and looked unwashed, and was full of obscenities.

Hm, he was just as foul as Kincaid.

Also, while he was bickering with his ex-girlfriend, Agent Roussel, he was also throwing poker cards at Kincaid, which slapped his unconscious face.

Luke couldn’t be bothered. After all, the old man was quite thick-skinned.

The couple got agitated again as they talked, and went to the bedroom.

Luke thought that it would be like in the movies, where a verbal argument was useless and they would fight it out physically.

But in less than two minutes, they came out again. Roussel had even put on her coat.

“…Why should you believe me? Because I’ve never lied to you.” In the hallway outside the door, Roussel sounded a little choked. “…After this mission, I’ll help you get back your 3A rating, and you can get your good life back. Then, we won’t contact each other again, okay?”