Chapter 687 (1/2)

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.”