Chapter 687

Luke and the young employee arrive at the garage, and the young employee signals, "here is your car."

Luke pointed to the driver's seat. "Drive, take me out."

Young employee: "ah?"

A moment later, an extended Lincoln pulled out of the garage.

Throwing the curly knife on the copilot, he said, "OK, park in the underground parking lot in front of you."

He doesn't know how to use the car. He just spent some money on the manager to save time.

When he got to the underground parking lot, he drove away the young employee who got the last volume of express. He threw the car key directly into Lincoln's locker.

Anyway, the young employee said that the car rental agency has a positioning system, and they will find it when the time comes, so he doesn't have to bother to return the car.

On the side of the second-hand Bolognese, Luke went southeast.

Looking at the notebook, Miss Beth and their Mercedes-Benz sports car passing by, he raised his mouth: "decisiveness is the wayward lady."

All the way, his mood is more relaxed.

There is no absolute goal in this operation. Whether Miss Beth has an accident is in between.

In the open window, there is a gust of summer. The scenery of Poland in July is also very beautiful.

The roadside is green everywhere. Occasionally, there are some buildings with orange roofs and White Beige walls, or square or round lovely shapes, which make them look like small castles in fairy tales books, full of dreamlike atmosphere.

Luke can only sigh, not stay.

In fact, the cultural scenery and artistic atmosphere of Warsaw are no worse than that of Paris. It is also the art capital that many painters like to come here.

If you have time, you can come back and play here for two days. He thought so.

In the middle of the night, Luke left the second-hand Polonez in Poland and quietly crossed the border into Slovakia.

He got a pedal motorcycle in Vespa from the storage space, which was a second-hand product bought with polonaz. He went all the way into Slovakia for more than 100 kilometers.

A road sign finally appeared not far away: "natural hot spring, Noria town scenery, welcome!"

As soon as he turned, he drove into the small road.

After a few more minutes, I arrived at a small town. Like many European towns, it is small and ancient, full of artistic atmosphere.

Luke rode his motorcycle through the street, analyzing the smell lines in the air, and walked slowly through the town.

On the eastern edge of the town, he put out the fire and set the pedal.

Looking at a dark forest, those tall trees or straight or song, in the night shadow, as scary as ghosts.

Luke didn't stop. He stepped straight into the woods.

After walking out for tens of meters, a small bonfire was burning in a pit, occasionally making a beeping sound. Beside the fire, there were about twenty or thirty small sheds made of various kinds of iron sheets and boards.

Luke walked into the pit.

There was a rustle of voices, and children came out of the shed one by one.

They have men and women, big and small. The number is about seven or eight, but the biggest one is only in the early ten, and the youngest one seems to be only five or six.

The children stared at Luke in silence, and no one said a word.

Luke finally said, "I want to ask you some news. Three American girls, in their early twenties, appeared here from yesterday to today."

Silence continued around.

Luke fumbled in his pocket, got a green bill in his hand, and threw it directly to a boy about ten years old: "reward."

The boy was quick to respond. He grabbed the roll of the knife, tore off the leather band, and quickly scratched it with his hand.

He just looked up: "this money is not enough."

Luke chuckled and threw another roll of his knife.

The boy stopped, looked at it again and nodded: "OK, we've met these three women. They came here to have a hot spring yesterday and went east in the afternoon."

Luke raised his eyebrows, took out a roll of knife from his pocket, and gently tossed it in his hand: "height, appearance, appearance, dress, as long as you can say right, it's yours."

The boy turned his eyes and nodded, "no problem. A square face with black hair, a sharp face with blonde hair, and It's a little old, with a lot of wrinkles on the forehead. Why... "

Luke suddenly backed away, stuffed his money into his pocket, reached out, grabbed the two big boys behind him and picked it up at the back of his neck.

The two big boys fell to the ground with iron bars in their hands and waved their arms and legs in the air in fear.

Luke grinned. "Good. I like the unruly most."

He took out a handful of P226 under his armpit and pointed it at the child who collected the money: "now, tell me where the three girls are, or you will die first."Speaking of this, he looked around and nodded with satisfaction: "there are many people. If you don't say one, just replace it. I think there will always be people here who want to live. "

Said, he raised the three fingers of his left hand: "I count three times. If I don't answer, I'll ask someone else!"

"One..."

"I said." Cried the boy pointed at by the gun at once.

"Yes, you can answer it." Luke nodded with satisfaction, went up to pick him up and walked more than 10 meters away.

However, the muzzle of P226 in his hand was always facing the campfire.

Ten minutes later, Luke's inquiry ended.

He stretched out his hand, took out two rolls of American knives from the pocket of the child's head, and then took out the roll of American knives he had put back in his pocket.

Put these three rolls of knives in front of the child's head, and Luke threw one back to the child's head.

"Look, I'm a very trustworthy person." The muzzle of the gun in his hand pointed to the child's head: "I gave you the agreed reward."

Although there is a life-threatening, the eyes of the child's head can't help but look at the remaining two rolls of beautiful knives.

Luke sighed: "this is punishment. Originally, the business of 1200 dollars was made into 400 dollars by you. Do you feel sorry? "

Looking at the chagrin in the child's eyes, he was satisfied.

Regret is also a kind of punishment, and the taste is unforgettable.

He took the muzzle of the gun and knocked on the head of the child's forehead: "maybe next time the four hundred dollars are all yours, you won't be able to use them."

With that, he turned and walked out of the woods.

A group of children watched his back disappear. They all looked at the money in the hands of the children's heads. They all felt heartache: it was just three rolls! It's a roll now. This is a beautiful knife!

The head of the child noticed the eyes of his companions and shouted angrily, "didn't we all do this before? What's more, what he asked was the news of those people. Why didn't you take the initiative to tell him just now? "

All the children trembled and bowed their heads in silence.

The child's head said this, but he was also worried.