Super Detective in the Fictional World

In fact, 20 out of 30 people on that list of killers this guy Wade handed over are bullshit.

Old-age guys like Kincaid, for example, are all in there, fully illustrating the unreliability of the list.

Luke also asked the old man yesterday through a secret contact channel, and it turns out that Wade has at least eight “legendary” killers on his list.

To be exact, they've all left legends behind in the killer world, but either they haven't heard from us in years, or they've confirmed retreat or death.

Like one of them, John Wick, the acquaintance that Kincaid told Luke last time, retired a few years ago to get married.

Like Kincaid, he couldn't have come out to take the job.

Even more ridiculously, there are several acquaintances on this list.

Red Back Spider Rebecca, Mr. X, Firefox, Crucifix, these are all, or were, Mutual Society name killers.

I don't know where this Wade guy got their names and put them on the list.

These people, of course, Luke knew that they would not come to kill themselves, because disengagement and insistence were the main melodies of the Mutual Aid Society over the course of the year.

Mr. X even killed Luke himself. Can he turn into a ghost to get Luke in trouble?

Given the absurdity of Wade, Luke grinned face-to-face and turned around and wrote a black bill to the guy.

Thanks to Wade, there are still a lot of advantages, otherwise Luke wouldn't mind taking out this guy who gave false information.

All his life, he was not afraid of high-priced informants, the most annoying liars to false intelligence.

So he was going to provoke the killer tour of New York on his own, and the night before yesterday it turned into the current two-V plan.

Anyway, Luke had money, and he really didn't think that a dead mercenary had the strength to resist the temptation of two and a half million dollars in cash.

Plus two and a half million afterwards, double the 250, it's perfect for this bitch Wade.

Of course, he didn't plan on killing Wade.

You won't die of your mouth.

Well, still, Luke rarely deals with Wade, or he'll have the idea that "it's better to die a bitch” too.

Not surprisingly, Wade will suffer a lot tonight.

But it's not that easy to die from serious injuries.

Luke looked at the little snail on the virtual light screen, constantly changing the action plan, and took a sip of Pu 'er in front of him: "I hope there aren't too many smart people. ”

Too many intelligent men in the assassin regiment, and his experience points will be greatly discounted tonight, which is undoubtedly a waste of preparation and planning for these days.

Looking at this level of upgrading experience of up to 300,000, Luke feels he still needs to work hard.

Well, Wade and Visor, these filthy bastards have to try harder too!

……

At this moment, Wieso in Harlem is staring at all the people who are walking into his bar, and all the cold hairs are standing up.

His shitty bar opens at noon, but most people choose to show up after 5: 00.

But shortly after the door opened at noon today, three or five old clients arrived, and strangers appeared.

And over time, more and more strangers appeared in his bar.

More than 30 people are usually crowded in before 6: 30 p.m., even in the "Guest Indoor” bar.

Oddly enough, these people came alone and didn't mean to talk to anyone else.

Besides, these people don't want water or drinks, and occasionally they don't touch anything, and most of them sit there playing with their phones.

If that's all, Veso's not dissatisfied.

This afternoon was not the height of his sales of counterfeit wine, and it doesn't matter if these are in the second round.

But looking at these strangers, more than thirty “familiar” faces, Viso felt scared that something was happening in the east window —— yes, all thirty of them were in the killer intelligence he gave Luke.

They're all here to settle their own bills? But not more than 30. Come along!

But why don't they do it? Viso played the drums in her heart, her legs trembled slightly, but she dared not move anything, so she could only stay in the bar.

Nobody wants wine, nobody talks, the bar is as quiet as a cemetery.

Several of the bar's frequent guests felt a strange smell and stood up decisively and slipped away.

They work in the dark and are much more sensitive to danger than ordinary people, and have long noticed that these strangers are unpleasant.

Veso won't die. It's none of their business. Just don't die yourself.

Just as Veso stood stiff and sweated his back, his phone suddenly rang.

The original quiet bar suddenly dropped a needle and everyone's eyes fell on him.

Viso was creepy and couldn't even move a sweat. He just stood in the bar with a rag in his hand.

The phone rang off the line naturally, and he didn't dare answer it.

He noticed that many people's eyes flashed with disappointment.

Suddenly, the phone rang again.

This time, everyone in the bar moved away and stopped looking at him.

Viso is still afraid to move.

“Answer the fucking phone or you'll die.” A voice that suppresses anger sounds in the crowd.

Viso was stunned and looked at the people who were still quiet. Finally, he took out his phone and pressed the answer and speakerphone keys.

“V will appear at 6: 30 p.m. in Mud Tank Park in the southwest corner of Staten Island, and half a million information fees will be on the account I left you.” When a woman said that quickly, she hung up.

Viso: "Ah? ”

Ding-dong, a text message prompted the sound.

With that sound, the bar suddenly came alive.

Everyone started to get up and rush to the door.

Visor looks at all of this, and he's confused: what the hell is going on?

Until a woman walked up to him and reached out her hand: "Give me your phone. ”

Viso subconsciously handed over the phone.

The woman frowned: “Put it down. ”

Viso hastily did it.

The woman pulled out a paper towel, with a disgusting look on her face, picked up her phone through the paper towel, tapped on a text message, pulled out her titanium phone and clicked a picture, and threw down Viso's Nokia board brick and left.

More than ten seconds later, Veso retreated his gaze from the gate, looked at a bar as cold as a real haunted house, and fought a cold war: “Am I haunted? What the hell is going on here? ”

……

Luke looked at the footage on the drone video and the corners of his mouth curled: that's not too much to gain today.

Selena's voice came: “In addition to the 65 people in the bar, there are seven people in the bar, who should be the killers of some partner action. ”

“I know, I'll be careful.” Luke smiled softly: “Besides, I have a" strongest ”teammate tonight! I believe him.”