Super Detective in the Fictional World

As long as Claire's not going to college in New York, that's not a big deal.

I just don't know if this little monkey will explode in a few months.

Selena looked at him and wondered, “What are you doing with that look? You don't want her here? ”

Luke shook his head: "You forgot what Dustin said yesterday? If we go to New York..."

Selena also realized that she was coming, with a handrail: “Do you really want to go? So... Hey, why do I have a headache? Isn't Claire your sister? ”

Luke grinned, “Well, thank you for the headache. ”

After that, he drove home.

Ask Selina to help prepare Claire's room, and he's gone.

Driving down the road, Ginny made a phone call: "How come 20 million dollars suddenly came into the company account? Well, it's still from Stark Group. ”

Luke: “Doing a little business. ”

Ginny: … Are you misunderstanding the word "small”?

Tell Ginny not to worry, the money counts as a backup for the cell phone company, and he hangs up.

Twenty million, not much, but not much.

Tony likes Bigfoot, which is for weekday entertainment.

As a businessman, business is business, and he does it right.

Luke gave those two Iron Blood fighter weapons, technically worth the energy weapon, but they didn't necessarily come up with anything.

Tony gave 20 million as the market price.

Tony traded his watch for two boxes of roadside strawberries, or put billions of iron and steel armor fireworks on Pepper, and Luke had his own understanding.

Like how many shares Luke would give Selena, worth 5 million or 50 million, it's all his own business.

But Willand had to give him half a million dollars in order to hire him for a personal job. Sheila asked him to do a night of security, and she had to give him 10,000 dollars.

By the same token, Tony's private life is a waste of money, and he's happy to do it himself, but this arms business with Luke has to follow the rules.

Business is business! That's the American truth.

Seems a little lucky lately? Luke thought about it and drove around the East Side.

Make money over there, he's going to help out for free.

Love debt is the hardest thing to repay.

He left some graffiti-like text at several important streets in the East End, and left to go home.

As soon as he entered the house, he heard a loud noise in the room for a while.

I walked over and saw Selena in the room busy.

But looking at all the new things in the room, Luke's face was weird: "Where did these things come from? ”

Selena was still kneeling on her bed, tidying up the sheets she had just put on, and her head didn't reply: "I bought it for Talia and she hasn't used it yet. ”

“Paige the Pig?” Luke can't cry: “Are you sure Claire would like this? ”

Selena: "She's not even 18, so why don't you go out and buy her something to like? ”

Luke looked up at the ceiling for a moment and shook his head with regret: "Well, I don't know what she likes anymore. ”

Three years ago, that Claire guy still liked this cute breeze.

But the woman changed, and he's not sure about Claire's aesthetics right now.

If the little monkey isn't happy, let her buy a new one herself.

Having made this decision, Luke stopped talking and slipped away, keeping Selena busy.

At night, Luke went out alone again after 11: 00.

There was a conversation in Selena's house: "You said he wouldn't notice, would you? ”

“What are you afraid of? Luke said," Hit anybody. Hit anywhere! "”

“But we didn't say much about hitting people. ”

“That's what you didn't say. I'm going to follow Luke's rules. I can't talk nonsense. ”

“You guys, where's your face? Where's your face? ”

This way, Luke is heading east.

He came to an abandoned factory, and he found a table, pulled out a camping light, and sat down.

At twelve o'clock, a man walked in outside the gate.

Looking at the shadow sitting in the middle of the factory, the man was stunned and paused.

The shadow has said, "Come here, Rebecca asked me to help you. ”

Someone suddenly pulled the gun behind his back and walked slowly: "Who are you? ”

The shadow twisted its head and manipulated it on the phone a few times: "You can call me - Puncher.” (boxer)

Someone lifted the gun in their hand and said, "You're lying. Rebecca has no friends. ”

The shadow smiled silently, typing and playing again: "I owe her a little favor, barely counting her friends. And you, bloody mint, are her recognized friend. ”

Under the camp lights, the faces of the people came out.

This is a white woman, about 356 looks, not particularly pretty, slightly stiff, with indelible gloom between her eyebrows, dark and indifferent eyes.

At this moment, her condition was not so good, her face pale, her left thigh's trousers bled out, and even her hand with the gun trembled slightly.

But she still didn't put down her gun: "You're a Mutual Aid guy! ”

Shadow stood up and said, "If it was a mutual aid, do you think they wouldn't do it? You're hurt pretty bad right now. ”

As he said, he walked over.

The shadow walked up to her and ignored her muzzle: "Well, the stiffness didn't work. I'll take care of the wound. ”

As he moved, he easily snatched her pistol and threw it aside.

The other hand had lifted the woman named Blood Mint and put her on the table.

The bloody mint looked frightened and wanted to do it, but he held it on his shoulder: “Okay. I wanted to kill you. I just had two seconds. ”

After a pause, the blood mint finally stopped fighting, but instead said, "Why do you keep playing it with your voice? ”

The shadow shrugged, typing again: "Am I going to be as high-profile as you? Stealing arms doesn't even cover your face. LAPD and the FBI want to find you, it's just a matter of time. ”

After that, he retrieved his phone, indicating that she was quiet, and quickly cut her left thigh pants with a knife, removed the gauze that was simply wrapped outside and shook his head.

This woman is really tough.

A huge wound of 78 cm actually booked the flesh with a stapler, even if the wound was stitched up.

Look, Luke, the teeth are a little sour.

He took some money out of his backpack, took out medical supplies and gave her a painkiller first.

It wasn't until a moment later that he started cleaning the wounds and completing the stitching and bandaging.

Less than ten minutes, it's all taken care of.

Luke took off his rubber gloves and packed them in plastic bags and stuffed them in his own backpack.

And the medical supplies were stored in a black cloth bag, put aside, and he pulled out his phone to continue typing: “You keep these. Vengeance can also be prepared, and medical supplies are not difficult to buy. ”