Chapter 689: A Good Person and Giving Flowers

The so-called hitman was just Kincaid making money while killing the bad guys, just like how Luke killed bad guys to earn experience and credit points.

Nobody he killed was innocent.

When Kincaid openly called himself a good person, Michael was speechless.

Michael had fought Kincaid many times, so he naturally knew what kind of people he killed. Practically all of them deserved to die.

While he, who wanted to make money, didn’t care if his clients were good or bad, as long as they gave him money.

Luke finally understood why a decisive killer like Kincaid would help them when the gangsters in Honduras went after Luke and Vanessa.

That was because the black baldie was truly a good person. He was sure that he was doing a good deed.

Even though he was a murderer, this guy was very optimistic and open-minded.

In comparison, Michael was much worse.

This guy, who was still working hard for money and his career, didn’t seem to understand what he wanted.

If he only liked money and success, he wouldn’t be so lost.

As a good person, he wavered over making money, his tortured thoughts turning him into a depressed young man.

Luke exhaled in satisfaction and stretched.

It was best not to live too complicated a life!

The more he thought about it, the more troubles he would have, since the problems in this world would never be solved completely.

…

It was a sunny afternoon in Amsterdam.

The city was as pretty as a picture. Flowers and people in gorgeous clothes were everywhere as they walked through old buildings and streets.

The three of them took the bus to Michael’s supposedly secret base, but he couldn’t unlock it.

“The landlord changed the password and set up a Heitzger alarm system. After putting in the wrong password three times…” Michael was about to show off his extraordinary electronic decryption skills, when Luke silently stretched out his hand.

After putting the fake phone up to the combination lock for three seconds, the door opened with a click.

Michael: “…Fine, it seems that the landlord didn’t install a new security system.”

Kincaid gave him a thumbs up. “You’re so professional. Awesome!” As he spoke, he laughed and walked in.

Michael’s face darkened as he looked at Luke.

Luke nodded. “Yes, this secret base is awesome.” He then walked in.

After entering, he sat at the window and looked at the scenery outside.

Michael put on a clean outfit and prepared to take Kincaid to court at The Hague.

Kincaid said that he wanted to take a shower and change into a new set of clothes.

Then, Michael called his ex-girlfriend, Agent Roussel of Interpol.

Luke couldn’t help but smile when he heard the petty Michael say that he forgave his ex-girlfriend, only to be berated by the furious Agent Roussel. Congratulations, Michael Bryce! The sour smell of love is blown away by your foul mouth once again!

Thinking that, he looked at a street corner, where a black baldie flashed past.

A minute later, Michael rushed downstairs and asked, “Where’s Kincaid?”

Luke shrugged. “Weren’t you watching him?”

Michael let out a “sh*t,” put on his helmet, and rode a motorcycle out of the safe house.

A moment later, Luke left leisurely.

But now, he was wearing a black leather jacket and a black helmet. He got onto a Harley Fat Boy motorcycle.

With a low rumble, the Fat Boy charged up the street and left.

A moment later, Luke stopped the bike next to the clock tower. He looked at Kincaid, who was walking over with a basket of tulips, and sighed. “The master of love lives up to his reputation. No wonder Sonia became his wife in just a few days.”

Muttering to himself, he looked at a house facing the clock tower several hundred meters away. That was the Interpol detention center, where Sonia, Kincaid’s wife, was locked up.

When she talked to Kincaid on the phone, she said that she could only see one big clock tower from her room.

Looking at the gorgeous tulips at the top of the clock tower that faced the detention center, Luke changed his mind.

Previously, he had been planning to send Kincaid to testify and test how many experience and credit points he could earn from this sort of extra work on the side.

But after seeing how Kincaid handled things, he felt that there was no need to disrupt the old man’s sweet trip over an experiment.

After the trial, he could kill Dukhovich with one shot from eight hundred meters away, and would earn a lot of experience and credit as well.

The drone had already landed at the clock tower and was monitoring the surroundings.

Many suspicious people were earmarked on the screen.

Luke only needed to look at them to know that they weren’t police officers.

They were clearly mercenaries, just like the group that had chased Kincaid in Coventry.

Luke got off the bike and walked into the crowd without taking off his helmet.

Starting from the fringes, he approached the people who were following Kincaid.

The moment he got close, he grabbed a criminal and punched him in the stomach and in the back of the head. He then helped the criminal lie down on a stone bench.

It had to be said that the square near the clock tower was quite a nice place. Fresh flowers were everywhere, as well as chairs and the like for people to rest on. It was very easy for Luke to find a place to throw away this garbage.

He moved quickly and stealthily.

Everybody was lazily enjoying the afternoon sun, and few people paid attention to Luke.

Just like that, he forced more than ten mercenaries to go to sleep.

If they were lucky, they would be sent to the hospital, and if they were unlucky, they would be woken up by the cold at night.

Looking at Michael, who had also knocked out several mercenaries and followed Kincaid into the clock tower, Luke smiled.

Instead of joining in on the fun, Luke returned to the motorbike and listened to their conversation through his earpiece as he checked the surveillance footage.

Naturally, Kincaid, who was like an old man from the last century, had no idea that Luke had put a few bugs on him when he was unconscious.

Otherwise, Luke wouldn’t be so relaxed.

…

“Can’t you get someone to deliver the flowers?”

“No, I haven’t bought flowers for Sonia in a long time. She’ll love them to death.”

“Even if you’re followed by a bunch of mercenaries who want to kill you?”

“It’s been a long time. Of course I have to give her a special surprise.”

The chatty duo in the clock tower began to bicker.

…

Luke smiled as he started the motorbike and unhurriedly crossed the street.

Michael was still too young. Kincaid was the true master of love.

This was love!

Sighing inwardly, he stuck his P226 out from under his right armpit.

Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu!

He shot one mercenary standing outside a car up ahead, as well as three in the car.

The first one was shot in the leg, while the mercenaries in the car could only take the hits in the upper torso since Luke couldn’t see their lower halves.