Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 958 Chapter 975: The system is heaven and does not drop pies (3 more)

The next morning, Selena woke up and washed herself downstairs and saw Luke unusually lazy.

With a cup of coffee in his hand, he sat idly in the bay window of a large window and watched the snowflakes sweep out of a single glass.

Selena walked over, not greeting him, but walked back and forth along the arc not far from him twice, measuring her eyes up and down.

Luke still looked out the window and said, "Breakfast is ready, just wait for you to come down. ”

Selena shook her head: “What makes me think you're weird today? ”

Luke turned his head and grinned: "Aren't you handsome? ”

Selena looked at his brilliant smile and was choked: "Okay, good looking too. But it feels like you're... a little relaxed, but not happy? ”

Luke Gual: “How many days has it been? Shouldn't it be easy to finally get rid of all the big fish? ”

And Selena said, “Okay, let's have breakfast. ”

Luke dropped the coffee cup and smiled and followed the past.

What Selena feels is just a little emotion that hasn't completely precipitated since the Great War.

And in the system panel, host experience 49700300000, points 127400.

Those two figures are enough to prove the success of last night's operation.

Previously, the Black Police Norman team and the Guzman traffickers backfired and the two sides were virtually extinguished, giving the system 7,000 experience points.

5000 for the Norman team, 2000 for the Guzman gang.

Norman exposed his boss Jot on TV at the DEA door and was shot dead.

Norman himself contributed another 500 experience points.

Jot is still a DEA boss for the time being, and TV exposure is like the system dad doesn't admit it, and there is no subsequent experience point output for the time being.

So tonight, the 126 killers gave Luke 42,000 experience points, an average of over three percent each.

The number of such big gains, Luke's fingers don't have to be moved again to count.

Now he's in a good mood, but a little happy about the loss.

The next time a mainland hotel sends "points” to your door, I don't know when to wait.

As long as the owner of the Continental Hotel is not a brain deficiency patient, he will not be foolish enough to make this public.

That would do nothing but punch yourself in the face.

They will definitely first determine the true identity of V and then take it all down.

It's really hard to find Luke.

Unless they have some kind of superpower to prophesy or look at the past, there is little chance of finding him.

Luke has always been prepared for this.

In this dangerous world, if you don't take any chances, paint your level skills. It's daydreaming.

The system has never been the kind of idiot that gives the benefit, and its output is proportional to Luke's “labor."

His guess is that it should just give back some of the benefits to him in the form of basic attributes and points, according to a fixed algorithm.

The system is not “day," it never drops the pie for nothing to Luke.

He does not “work” and the system does not produce any output.

Nor did it mean anything to disguise that, otherwise he would not be so sure of the rule.

From this point of view, the system is simple.

But the person making the system is not necessarily simple.

If you get a cheater, even if you know you're making 10 bucks, you'll get 9 bucks, okay?

You don't have to be stupid.

Because the biggest benefit of this cheater is that ordinary people make 10 bucks in their lifetime, and Luke makes 10 bucks or even 100 bucks a month.

Pull higher than you can resist making it fast.

This is the mastermind against humanity, completely unresolved.

To become stronger and protect his family and self, he can only minimize the risk of being discovered and increase the efficiency with which he earns experience points.

Don't take the risk of becoming stronger, it's the treatment of the system's own son, or the treatment of the system's manufacturer's own son.

He has long denied that.

Goddamn son, even hard-working treatment is actually pretty good.

It is the infinite flow of slavery that dies without doing it that is most tragic.

Thinking about everything, Luke and Selena finished their breakfast.

“Working today?” Selena asked.

Luke said, “We've been lazy for a few days, so why don't we show up and see what's going on there in Dustin, and we'll be free to schedule another afternoon. ”

Selena also stretched out a lazy waist: “Don't tell me I haven't had much exercise in two days and I'm uncomfortable. ”

Luke Gual: “It's impossible for you to go out and beat people up at night. We've had to see how people react in recent days, and this time we've lost a lot of people. ”

Selena whispered, “It's you. I just watched the surveillance at home for an hour, doing the finger thing. ”

Luke: "OK, I'll see if I can modify the training equipment and teach you something new. ”

Selena: “What is it? ”

Luke started the car and smiled: "Gun fighting! ”

Selena: “What the hell? ”

The two of them gossiped all the way to the police station.

……

Somewhere in the city, Wade fell asleep and suddenly felt sore and sore, and there was an itch coming from behind him, and he couldn't help but wake up and scream: "Vanessa? ”

Vanessa leaned lazily behind him: "What's that look? Fighting again last night? ”

Wade grinned his teeth: “What a fight, it's just me getting hit unilaterally. ”

After jumping off the lake last night, he followed the tips to find an underwater thruster at the shallow bottom of the lake.

Upon activation, he was taken by a thruster to a drain across the lake, drilled from an open fence and quickly entered the Hackensack River.

A few hundred meters further along the riverbank, away from Muddy Pond Park, he disembarked at a scheduled spot and a blind old Ford stopped just off the road.

Vanessa didn't go to work until he quietly returned to his home in Harlem, as planned.

Wade also finally received a reminder that the commission would be completed and that the balance would be settled within three days.

After cleaning himself up, the V-shaped uniform retrieved the box, and he lay in bed and watched "Adventure Time" and went to sleep, not even knowing when Vanessa was coming back.

At this moment, Vanessa couldn't help but hear him say, “Are you... beaten? ”

Wade was capable of hitting, and although she didn't have the right perception, this guy once beat seven or eight little gangsters who wanted to harass her and stuffed them all in the trash bin in the back alley.

That dumpster was a pointy pile of human flesh, and now she remembers it.

And Wade, at the time, took a few punches and didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows.

She hurriedly lifted the quilt and lifted his T-shirt, suddenly shouting "wow”.

Wade was pounding in the corner of his painful mouth, and he was even less alert to Vanessa, where he noticed her movements.

When he heard her scream, he shouted in his heart.