Chapter 692: I Said, He’s Behind You
There was a scream as the kid with the cheap mouth was given an electric shock.
Luke had no choice.
These rcenaries were neither Kincaid nor Roussel, and wouldn’t tolerate Michael’s foul mouth.
“Now, tell , where did Kincaid go? I’ll count to three...”
Michael’s mouth moved quickly. “Wait, wait. Are you a vampire? Look at your pale face and red lips...”
The executioner who was in the middle of saying “One” subconsciously paused for a mont, before he called out, “Two.”
Michael quickly said, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk. He’s right behind you, I swear! See? Scouts’ honor... ah~”.
The executioner impatiently pressed the electric prod to Michael’s body again. “Who are you kidding? Do you think I’ll believe you?”
A rope quietly fell from above to swiftly wrap around the executioner several tis.
Two large hands reached out from behind the executioner to grab his hand and pull the electric prod away from Michael before pressing it to the executioner’s strangely tattooed chest. Then, as one hand held down the electric prod, the other reached out to adjust the button. He pushed the voltage up to the maximum and pressed harder on the executioner’s chest. “He’s not lying. I’m right behind you!”
The executioner wasn’t in a position to reply. Smoke rose from his body and the sll of roasting at wafted out.
But even so, the guy was still conscious. He only scread in pain, and two fangs protruded from his lips.
“Tell , where are your compatriots?” Luke asked after a short pause.
“You can just wait to die! They’ll co for you...” the executioner threatened.
Luke wasn’t in the mood to talk to him at all. He picked up Michael, who had been tied to the electric chair, and tossed him onto a mattress on the side before tying the executioner to the chair.
He stabbed the tip of the electric prod hard into the criminal’s chest and turned on the current.
Luke checked on Michael.
But the guy had been suffering from insomnia recently, and the electric shock had successfully helped him fall asleep, so Luke didn’t bother to wake him up.
Luke suddenly turned his head and said, “Kincaid, put down the cutter. Are you going to kill soone? If you’re so energetic, get Michael out first.”
The black baldie, who had just reached the door and was prepared to use the cutter, was stunned. “Cool Bird?”
Luke humd and said, “Are you still going to The Hague to testify? If you don’t want to, leave Michael in the car outside and go.”
Kincaid: “You’re letting go?”
He had previously had several chances to slip away, but Luke had been watching him, so he could only give up.
Hearing Luke now, he didn’t believe it.
Luke said, “I’ll find an opportunity to shoot Dukhovich. It won’t matter if you’re there or not.”
Kincaid sighed helplessly. “Forget it. I owe it to Michael.”
Luke chuckled inwardly and didn’t say anything.
The black baldie’s wife was still in the hands of Interpol. It would be strange if he could run.
His agreent with Interpol was that they would release his wife if he testified.
Unlike the naive Interpol officers, Luke knew that the only thing stopping Kincaid from making a run for it was his wife.
Once Sonia escaped imprisonnt, would Kincaid still serve his sentence obediently?
They would have to lock the old man up in a special sort of prison, but Interpol probably didn’t have a prison for unique people.
Interpol might sound high and mighty, but they were in fact wrangling with other countries every day. Few countries liked them, let alone would give them territory to build a special prison.
Walking back to the electric chair, Luke cut the power. “Now, do you rember where your compatriots are?”
The executioner: “I... I really don’t know. I’m just a temporary guard here.”
“In other words, you’re useless now?” Luke sneered.
Hearing that, the executioner suddenly ca back to his senses. “No... ugh... ugh...”
But it was too late.
Impatient, Luke simply stabbed the electric prod into the executioner’s heart. “Then you can die.”
Smoke started to rise from the executioner’s body as he roared despairingly in his heart: I just want to say — don’t shock , I’ll tell you everything!
Kincaid shouted from outside, “Are you done? We’re leaving.”
Looking at the executioner, who slled like roasted at, Luke snorted. “You’re still alive? Vampires live up to their reputation.”
He suddenly swung his stake, and the silver-plated tip pierced the executioner’s head.
The vampire howled miserably, and sparks flew out of his eye sockets as he was completely annihilated.
System: Kill the vampire servant executioner and destroy the secret nest. Completed.
Total experience: 1,000. Total credit: 1,000.
Contribution rate: 100%. EXP 1,000. Credit 1,000.
Host’s experience: 40,750 / 90,000
Credit: 29,450
His harvest this ti wasn’t bad. Although he hadn’t killed the rcenaries earlier, he had earned almost a thousand experience and credit points from them.
When it ca to the abilities of the vampires and their servants, there basically wasn’t much of a difference; it could only be discerned purely through experience.
Luke stepped out of the building and got onto his Harley Fat Boy. He said to Kincaid, who was in the car, “You go straight to The Hague. I’ll follow you. I’ll take care of the rcenaries.”
Kincaid nodded and drove off.
It was already three in the afternoon, and the International Criminal Court of The Hague would close at five.
To make it to the trial today, Kincaid couldn’t waste any more ti.
Not long after, Kincaid switched to another car and dragged Michael, who had only just regained consciousness, to The Hague.
He could only bla the guy for having a cheap mouth; Luke was only a little late, and Michael had already been shocked twice.
Kincaid’s Ford was in the front, and Luke’s Harley followed behind them as they headed west.
The Hague was only sixty kiloters away from Amsterdam. If they picked up speed, they would arrive in forty minutes.
At the highway exit in front of The Hague, the rcenaries erged again.
Luke had already seen them with his binoculars from an overpass, so he wasn’t surprised.
He simply told Kincaid to relax and head for the court.
Kincaid glanced in the rearview mirror, only to see the windows of two SUVs that erged from a street behind them shatter as they crashed on the side of the road.
This ti, Luke chose the thod he was most used to.
The mont the rcenaries’ SUVs appeared, Luke sped up and swept the area with the UMP that he had found in the rcenaries’ nest.
Michael, who had woken up, was also paying attention to the situation behind the car. Seeing Luke’s simple and blunt thods, he heaved a sigh of relief. “It’s a good thing we didn’t go along with Cool Bird after we entered Amsterdam. Otherwise, I would definitely be going to jail.”
Although Luke never revealed his face once he got on the Harley Fat Boy, Michael wasn’t stupid.
The only person who would help them at this mont was Cool Bird, who had disappeared.
Kincaid: “...Is it really alright to make such sarcastic remarks to an old man who’s going to go to prison after testifying?”
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