Super Detective in the Fictional World

Whether no one from Mutual Aid makes money at mainland hotels or Viso's limited ability to get information.

After all, the strength of the Mutual Society's name killer is more "bunker” than the guy who just got beaten to death by Luke, unless Viso has a more advanced adjective than "bunker."

Selena came out of the shower and sat on the couch.

Looking at the material on the virtual light screen, she asked, "What have you found? ”

Luke: “First of all, Viso gave me some dry stuff, so I'm not going to clean him up for now. Secondly, his profile is full of ordinary colors, worth 10,000 dollars a day, so I'm still going to pick him up. ”

Selena Haha laughed, “Why do you have to take care of him? ”

Luke took a sip of tea: "Because I gave him a 20,000 dollar knife with pleasure. If you don't want him to give me worse information next time, for a higher price, you have to give him some deep memories, he's a lot cheaper than Wade. ”

Selena was surprised: "Shame on Beverly Wade? You're not exaggerating! ”

Luke: “OK, just for the task. Wade took the money, and the deal would at least be done, and Veso's broker wasn't aware of that. ”

Selena remembered when Wade was flying a motorboat to protect the Cohen sisters, and had to admit that someone, though embarrassed, did have a professional ethic.

“What's next?” She turned to ask.

Luke: "Working, investigating cases, eating, drinking. These people have to be given time to play, and the Night Demon jumps out, and I'm sure they'll be excited. ”

Selena thought so.

Big Daddy and Super Killer have both gone on vacation and Luke has notified them about the reward, giving them a few months' rest in peace.

She and Luke waited for the mantis to catch the cicada lark, and they didn't show up for two days.

Only the Night Demon, whose injuries are recurring, will come out after the reward has been released.

In two or three days, these killers will only be more aggressive in their search for targets and will not leave.

In fact, without Matt's presence, Luke himself would quickly show up within two days and quickly disengage, thus maintaining the "work enthusiasm” of the killers.

Now that there's a horse lawyer jumping out and getting shot, that's a natural omission.

After the conversation, they went to work and train.

And just a short time ago, when Matt was being stopped by the killers, someone in an apartment building in Harlem was on the phone: "Stan, they said there was something wrong with the last shipment and they wanted to talk to you in person. ”

“About what? Love to buy, don't buy roll.” Norman Stanfield hung an arm and looked for something in his own home: “Well, where's my Beethoven vinyl? ”

The people on the other end of the phone laughed bitterly: "Stan, you have to come, or they're going to deduct 10% of our goods to make up for the difference. ”

“How long has the last deal been going on?" Norman paused: "Hand over the money, hand over the goods, that's the rule! Mikey, tell them to pay honestly if they don't want to die. ”

Mikey on the other end of the phone looked at a large number of dealer members whose hands had been touched by the gun handle, suffering from his heart and covering the microphone: “He didn't sleep very well, he was very upset when he woke up, don't rush. ”

Barely appeased the traffickers across the street, McGee walked to the corner of the room, moved his hand off the microphone, and lowered his voice: "Norman, the Internal Affairs Department has notified us to vet us. At this time, we can't make a big deal out of this! Otherwise, we're all done. ”

After a pause, he continued: "Listen to me, come and fix the problem, and then you can rest in peace for a few days, which is good for everyone. ”

Norman, who was suffering from a gunshot wound to his arm, tried to yell, but suddenly a thought flashed in his head: These guys were getting disobedient! Or go check it out, and if you beep again, kill them like that fat little Randall.

As soon as the idea emerged, he relaxed his whole life.

It's so good to kill. It's simple. It's no trouble! It's not the only one that can ship anyway.

Norman thought so, finding his own gun belt and driving towards Harlem.

More than twenty minutes later, he walked into a room on the bottom floor of the apartment building.

One of the bandits came up to search his body, but Norman grabbed his finger and stuck with it: “This is my new suit. Get out of my way. ”

Clicking, the bandit screamed and took two steps back with his hands in his arms.

Everyone in the house frowned.

But the bandit's leader suddenly waved his hand for a moment, and the four men behind him dropped their hands on the handle.

Norman walked not far from him: "Okay, Guzman. I'm right here, you have something to say. ”

"Norman, we heard the wind, and you killed the Landos. ”

Norman smiled a little nervously: "What, you want revenge on him? ”

Guzman shook his head: "No, it's none of our business if he dies a few more times. But I heard he had bad luck swallowing your stuff, didn't he? ”

Norman: "Yes, but I didn't kill all of his family. He had a daughter who wasn't here, and I couldn't kill her together. ”

Guzman doesn't look very good: "Randall has a deal with you. And he just swallowed up your stuff, and we wanted 99 percent purity, and it became 90 percent purity. Norman, don't you think this is a bit of a coincidence? ”

Norman still had that weird smile: "Hand to hand, hand to hand, face to face, that's the rule. I sell tons of stuff every year, and no one dares play tricks afterwards. How many times have you had it with me? Don't you get it? ”

Guzman bites his teeth and says, "Norman, we've been in business for seven or eight years, and I trust you to keep checking, so that's how you pit me? ”

Norman: “Maybe you heard the news and wanted to take the opportunity to knock on me? As you said, I've never pitted you before, so why did I pit you this time? ”

Guzman: "Norman, don't give me that. In a nutshell, the last time it was 10 kilos, you dropped me 10 percent. Today I have to get an extra kilo, otherwise I don't have to talk. ”

Norman crooked his head and looked at him: "You want to die like Randall? ”

Guzman's face went dark: "Are you threatening me? ”

Norman snorted, “If you're a drug dealer, I can step on a bunch of them. I'm just telling you the truth. Shut up if you don't want to die. Do you know how many uninteresting dealers I've killed? Cripple Flake, bald Joyce, Hammercott, I killed all of them. Look at me. I'm still alive. ”

Guzman's body trembled.

He's not scared, he's angry.

Norman said Bald Joyce was his cousin and the whole family was dead.

Guzman always thought his cousin was being avenged by an enemy.

Most of them were gang members' pens because of the disaster, but Norman did it.