Super Detective in the Fictional World

The corner of Luke's mouth curled when he thought of the night fairy meeting in New York two days later.

What's a killer? It takes at least one life to call a killer, and the number of people killed is proportional to their level.

If a top killer in a line of work doesn't get 10 votes and eight votes for "big business," he can't take the top word for it.

And he had long speculated that, in the rules of the system, killers — bad people, the number of people they killed represented the number of points of experience in the system.

Murder without good reason, or even killing innocent people with good reason, cannot escape the judgement of the systematic bad guys.

How many of these killers who come for money have mercy on innocent people?

Luke thinks that if there really is such a conscientious killer, then he will be credited.

So these killers are not enemies in his eyes, but a bunch of... elite monsters, even boss monsters.

To think of it, he was happy and had to hum a song: “Theytoldhimdon 'tyouevercomearoundhere...”

Selena flanked him without a word.

In the last few days, this guy's fine and likes to hum, typically in a good mood.

It should be for the long-held laboratory. That's what she thinks.

Luke has always liked to drum things that are mechanical, including but not limited to armor, carry-on gear, drones, cars, motorcycles.

Not only did he build a new one, he also specializes in fixing antique old mechanical products that are ruined and used as exhibits at home.

This hobby is like a nostalgic middle-aged man.

Man, you're never gonna grow up!

Selena stopped thinking about it and asked, "Continue reconnaissance of the surroundings of these targets this afternoon? ”

“No, I'll find someone I know first.” Luke shook his head and said, “Dial Wade Wilson's number.” On-board calls start dialing immediately.

Selena was stunned: "What are you looking for this bitch for? ”

Luke listened to the beep and waited. “He's a groundsnake in New York, and he's in mercenary business. Do you think he'd know about this $10 million knife business? ”

Selena thought so.

Not that she was stupid, but that Wade bastard gave her a deep memory. When she heard the name, she gave people the urge to pull a gun.

Luke smashed it and smashed his mouth: "Send a text to Wade and tell him the owner wants him to sell the message. The information costs $500. ”

The onboard program executed the order again, and the result… remains unresponsive.

Selena, look at Luke. Hey, Nao.

There aren't many people who can get Luke back to work, and Wade's a unique bitch.

Luke wasn't angry either.

He's usually not angry with anybody, especially with a bitch like Wade.

“Send him another message telling him that if I don't return this call, I'll take 30 per cent of what Willand paid him last time as a mission agent.” He said it again.

In an apartment in New York City, Vanessa, who was leaning against the TV with Wade, grabbed her phone and said, "Maybe it's something important.” Wade lazily paralyzed on the couch, one hand still holding on to her leg: “I need more rest, I'm tired from my last assignment. ”

Vanessa smiled and stepped barefoot on her face, kicking the lazy guy off: “Have you had enough rest for months? ”

Wade was a dead pig, not afraid of boiling water, and he couldn't let go: “Honey, why do I need to rest? Don't you have a point? ”

Vanessa gave him an all-encompassing white eye, ignored the unmarked strange number and opened up new information.

She looked twice and immediately threw her phone at Wade.

Wade suddenly got knocked on the nose beam by Nanokia board bricks, and he said, "Ah, my face, I'm so handsome, I can mix my face! ”

Vanessa: "Your old client is looking for you, and he says if you don't call him back, he's looking for an agency fee for the Willand mission. ”

Wade covered his face and didn't forget to snort: "Daydream! Nobody's going to take money from me...”

Then he saw Vanessa smiling and smiling, and he hastily added, "My money is yours. ”

Vanessa was so angry and funny, she couldn't help but pinch her face with her feet: “I want to spend your money? ”

Wade shook his head immediately: "No, you raised me these days. ”

Vanessa helpless: "Okay, call me. Didn't you say you wanted a Christmas party? No money. Are you going to give your friends tap water? ”

Wade looked at the cell phone messages and said, “It's Christmas! It's my favorite! It's just for the two of us. I'm not calling anybody. Well, even if they did, they'd have to bring their own drinks. ”

At that point, he finally saw those two texts.

Stunning, he looked back. He couldn't help but say a Q. He immediately started playing the number.

Vanessa's curious.

Is it really the old customer who can make Wade so aggressive? Or does he owe each other a lot of money, like... brokerage fees?

Wade noticed her expression and silently made a mouthful of "Big Kay”.

Vanessa got it.

No matter how much money those customers pay, Wade's mouth is just a cake, only a difference in size.

And then she saw Wade's face smiling, “Hey, Mr. Luke, it's been a while. What do you need from me for business? ”

In the car, Luke laughed, "Mr. Wilson, it's hard to get through to you, isn't it? ”

Of course I'm interrupting! Wade's hand still grabbed Vanessa's leg and his heart whispered so loudly, his mouth immediately denied: "No, no. That information fee...”

Luke: “It's not convenient on the phone. I'll talk to you later. ”

Wade said, “Ah, Mr. Luke, I'm back in New York. If you'd like to meet to discuss this in more detail, you may need to subsidize me for a little travel. Tickets are not demanding, business class is fine, and the hotel has a four star rating. The last time I went to the Four Seasons Hotel, the toilet was leaking. That drop of water kept me awake for a few days...”

It's not exactly Christmas time to take Vanessa on a free vacation to Los Angeles, sunbathe on the beach, and hey hey hey. Someone had a small idea that came up in tons.

In the car, Selena couldn't help scolding a bitch.

Luke was calm.

And anyone can be angry, but definitely not with Wade, who only tortures himself happy Wade.

He just interrupted, “Mr. Wilson, I'm in New York. ”

“... it's best to have a double bed in the room, a round one, so I don't roll down and fall, uh, what are you talking about?” Wade said another half sentence before shutting up and asked stunned.