Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke's finger tapped gently on the Coke bottle: "I thought I asked if this information would help me find the target, and you said yes. ”

Viso: "Fifty-four people, twelve people, that's not enough. What else do you want? When did I ever promise it was 100% correct? ”

Luke smiled softly: "Twenty-five out of 54 people don't even have a record of war, and ten others… mechanics, wrongdoers, executioners, white ghosts? Oh, you just wrote the nicknames in the urban legend! You think my time is worthless when you do this? ”

Visora lowered her face: “I'm not satisfied, I'll go to someone else later to buy the information, see who can do what you want and walk away slowly. ”

Luke sighed, took out a text message from his phone, and then took it back and drank it with Coke.

Viso's dissatisfied: "Didn't you hear that? You can go now. ”

Luke said, "I paid for it. Are you sure you want to kick me out? ”

Viso's lips moved and finally swallowed the word "is” to her mouth.

Something's wrong with him.

This young man has an abnormal attitude.

Luke didn't even mean to be angry when he bought half of the fake material from 20,000 US Dollars and got it back like this.

Too many people are bluffing around him, or remembering hate in their hearts, and he's been in this business for years, and it's easy to tell the difference.

Viso was a little hesitant.

A few minutes later, Luke's phone rang, he picked it up and said two words, and he turned around and looked at the door.

Soon, two people walked in outside the door.

When they saw Luke smiling and waving at them at the bar, they laughed and walked over and sat down.

Luke: “John, Joe, what would you like to drink? I'll treat you today. ”

John McLane is still that flower shirt with the thick jacket, still that lazy look that doesn't care about everything.

Joe Lambert looked wild in a loose suit, without a tie, buttoned, revealed a line of chest hair, paired with his strong physique and five officials of Indian descent.

Wiesomer didn't say a word.

He could see the two guys were not messing around, but there were a lot of guys in the bar who weren't messing around, and he wasn't afraid.

John and Joe ordered iced whiskey alone and beer alone.

In a moment of hesitation, Luke had thrown a hundred dollar bill into the glass tank: “Why? You're out of business? ”

Viso's heart is spinning, but he's starting to drink.

Everything is fake. That hundred dollar bill is not fake.

John joked with Luke and poured the whisky in front of him.

“Pfft!” he turned, spraying half a bite of whiskey into his mouth.

Joe drinks the beer calmly: "What's wrong? I drank too much last night. Now I'm sick of stomach? ”

John wiped the corner of his mouth, didn't answer the question, looked at Luke suspiciously, and saw him smiling.

John looked at the whiskey in his hand and hesitated: "Luke, is this... not my“ surprise ”? This joke is not funny. ”

Luke shrugged: "No, the whiskey here has always been like that. ”

John was stunned.

Joe also noticed the anomaly, took the whiskey and smelled it, and Hardy laughed: “There's nothing like this except the color is like a whiskey. ”

Luke pulled out a few more hundred dollar bills and threw them all into the glass tank: "Here, put a copy of all your wine here. ”

Veso didn't move this time.

Luke picks the eyebrows: “Why? Are you discriminating against our customers? Then don't blame me for complaining to you. ”

Viso frowned, his eyes shifted for a moment, or only served wine.

He probably understood that Luke was looking for trouble.

If you chase people directly, they can really complain about him.

Nobody here takes the law seriously, but this is New York at long last, not in the wilderness, and the basic social rules are still to be followed.

More than ten minutes later, John and Joe were having a bad time.

“Well, it doesn't smell like oak, but it smells like rubber. It's amazing. ”

“Here, try this. I've never had a plastic tequila in my life. ”

“Oh, this looks like laundry powder. ”

“Shit, what's this? I feel like I'm drinking a toilet cleaner! ”

“Geez, you've had a clean toilet spirit before, so no wonder I see you're getting more and more thinking about a toilet. ”

“You should drink a clean toilet because your mouth stinks like a toilet. ”

Viso had a dark line, Luke and Selena had a smile on their faces, and watched as the two hilarious middle-aged men spelled out their vocabulary there.

Wade felt the atmosphere was bad, so he got up and slipped away, and Luke screamed, “Wait a minute, it's good for our future cooperation. ”

Wade tangled for a moment, still succumbed to the “money” of the big customers.

After such a long time as a mercenary, of course, he knows the logic behind the whole thing in person.

They didn't see each other. He couldn't answer the phone at all. At best, he said his phone was broken.

After the meeting, it was to tear his face apart.

The 10,000 dollar knife in his pocket wasn't even warm, and now he's tearing his face apart, most likely throwing Luke away as a big customer.

He and whoever ripped his face off, didn't want to rip his face off with money.

When John and Joe had enough, Luke said, "Let's get down to business. ”

John and Joe put away their smiles and stopped paying attention to the odd drinks.

Luke: "Remember what I told you in my text? ”

John glanced at Visor, and the corner of his mouth provoked him, again the classic careless: “Is this the guy who wants to fuck you? ”

Joe also looked at Veso: "It turns out he's a recidivist selling counterfeit goods. None of that alcohol is true. ”

John coughed: "The beer you drank should be real. ”

Joe: “How does he pay for the 5.99? Do you want some water? That's not enough labor. ”

Viso smoked the corner of his mouth and said nothing right.

It is true, too, that if the difference between beer and beer was not so great, he would have filled it with fake wine as well.

John turned around and looked at Luke and said, "What do you want to do? Let him eat in jail, or take him home and educate him? ”

Luke shook his head: "We are law-abiding citizens. Well, I heard you had an old friend at ATF? ”

John didn't think, "It's useless to have a good relationship, but say hello to three or five of them. ”

Luke pointed to a bunch of bogus liquor in front of several people: "This thing belongs to them, right? ”

John scratches up the hairline: “The ones I know are mostly weapons and explosives, but I can call them and ask them. ”

He took out his cell phone and made two phone calls.

The first sentence hung up, the second said a few words, and he looked at Luke: "How far do you think? ”