Chapter 459 Night Run and Selina’s “Hocoming”
Selina rolled her eyes. She knew it would be like this! Luke had only refused Palr’s request on the surface because he didn’t want to expose himself.
Selina had been worried that Luke might act recklessly, but it turned out he was as cautious as ever.
After that, they simply pressed on in silence. Half an hour later, however, Luke checked their location and shook his head. At their current speed, they wouldn’t be able to enter xico before dawn.
He stopped and said, “This is too slow. I’ll carry you.”
Selina: “Huh?”
A mont later, she mumbled on Luke’s back, “Am I so weak?”
After a while, however, she stopped talking.
Luke was unexpectedly even faster when he ran with Selina on his back than when she walked on her own.
“Are you a monster?” she couldn’t help but ask.
As he ran, Luke replied casually, “Have you ever seen get tired?”
Frowning, Selina thought for a good long while before she nodded. “That’s true. You’re full of energy even the day after talking business with Miss Jenny.”
Luke chuckled.
Was talking business the important point? The important point was the personal overti after they were done talking business each ti.
If he devoted all his energy to talking business, Secretary Jenny would probably resign. After chatting for a bit, Selina lay against the thick and solid muscles on Luke’s back and yawned before actually falling asleep, just like that. Luke was naturally aware of it, but he didn’t say anything and simply seized the opportunity to speed up.
With strength and a physique sixteen tis that of a regular person’s, and coupled with Elentary Self-Healing, all he needed to do was keep running.
They soon reached a ravine. Luke threw out his grappling hook without hesitation and flew through the air with Selina.
Crossing forty ters in a flash, Luke continued running as soon as his feet hit the ground in order to offset the enormous montum. Selina remained sound asleep on his back.
Under the cover of night, only two individuals steadily pressing forward together could be seen.
When Luke woke Selina up, she looked around and asked, “Where are we?”
Luke said, “xico. We have to disguise ourselves first and then look for a car to get us to the nearest city.”
Ten minutes later, they looked completely different as they entered a small town.
Luke had turned into a young Latino with long hair. It was much easier for Selina, who simply used makeup to alter her face shape and features slightly before she put on a yellow wig.
They quickly purchased a shabby Ford that must’ve already changed hands a million tis and continued west.
Selina napped for a bit. After that, she analyzed the files again and highlighted the key points for Luke.
They entered Ojinaga before dawn the next day and bought a decent pickup before resuming their journey.
While she had sothing to drink, Selina cut Catherine’s sandwiches into smaller pieces and fed them to Luke.
They had a lot of ground to cover today and ti was tight so they could only do it like this.
Selina ate only after she was done feeding Luke, and she mumbled as she chewed, “Catherine’s cooking is pretty good. Did you learn from her?”
Luke quickly nodded. “That’s right. Catherine’s a great cook.”
Selina found that odd. “Then why didn’t Claire learn anything?”
Luke thought for a mont. “Maybe because she and you are the sa type?”
Selina stared blankly for a mont before she beca indignant. “What? Is it strange that a woman can’t cook?”
Luke shook his head. “Not at all; I know two of them, after all.”
Selina was unable to reply
She felt there was sothing wrong about what Luke said, but there was nothing she could say to defend herself.
After all, neither she nor Claire was good at cooking. Chatting and discussing the intelligence every once in a while, they arrived at Tijuana, the biggest city on the northwest border of xico, in the evening.
As the fourth largest city in xico, Tijuana had a population of two million. Every day, hordes of Arican tourists crossed the border here into xico.
To the west of the city was the Pacific Ocean, and the Baja Peninsula with its charming scenery lay in the south, while north of the city was San Diego in California. Many Aricans even took day trips out to Tijuana before going back to rest in San Diego at night.
Tijuana thus had many industries driven by tourism, including casinos, legal red-light districts and hotels.
Compared with other places in xico, Tijuana could be considered relatively safe. At least, massive gang fights or stringing up body parts of your enemies in public were less common here.
Many bigshot gangsters chose this city as their base of work and entertainnt. Dito Flores was one of them.
Unfortunately, that was only what the city looked like on the surface.
The truth was that the title “cri city” suited this place more than it did Los Angeles.
Looking at this big city under the setting sun, Selina sighed with mixed feelings. “My holand.”
She was a true-blue Arican born and raised in Arica, but it wasn’t wrong to say that xico was her holand.
Her father Mario parted with his family on bad terms in order to marry her mother Sandra. They snuck over the border to Arica when they were just eighteen and sixteen respectively.
Back then, Sandra was already pregnant with Selina.
So, while Selina was born and raised in Arica, she did spend a few months in xico when she was still in her mother’s womb.
She knew a lot about xico. After all, her parents were both xicans and would often talk about their past in xico.
Later, a few of Mario’s cousins ca over and also found work on ranches outside of town and put down roots as well.
Robert had always turned a blind eye to them.
Shackelford was a small town with a small population. After they grew up, most of the young adults would leave for Dallas, Fort Worth, Houston and other big cities. Few would remain in town.
But the ranches and farms here needed a lot of manpower.
Those who remained in Shackelford were basically hardworking and honest people.
Anybody who wanted to make a fortune through dishonest ans certainly wouldn’t tolerate living in such a small town, and Mario wasn’t interested in putting up with troubleso relatives like that either.
Having grown up in such an environnt, Selina was fluent in xican Spanish.
Being naturally proficient in a second language was a huge advantage. Plus, it was Spanish, which was what the Arican police needed the most.
Luke left Selina to her nostalgic musings and did his own thing as he connected his fake phone to his laptop and then dialed a number.
After ringing for a while, the call went through and there was the sound of Roger’s suspicious voice. “Who is this?”
Luke’s fake phone began to speak in Spanish. Roger was stunned. “Hold on, speak slowly, slow down.”
Luke rolled his eyes and could only play the voice at half the normal speed.
He really had to sympathize with this old man.
Roger was getting on in years and had a bad heart. He had a tough wife, his children had too much energy, and his partner had ntal health issues. Yet, he had run over to xico to deal with the leader of a major gang.
Co to think of it, nothing good had happened to Roger recently.
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