Super Detective in the Fictional World

When Sloane saw the ruby liquid in the vial in his hand, his face was desperate: "You know, why torture me? Are you nuts? ”

Luke was embarrassed because he didn't know.

This ruby liquid is what the bandits were looking for in the last hijacking of a cruise ship that happened to Robert and Catherine.

And the strange species of octopus that emerged afterwards became like this.

Luke studied it for a while, didn't make much progress, put it aside for now.

The level of drug research in Tonystack's capabilities is not high and it is not worth wasting this scarce extract of blood orchids.

Its only test piece is Castley, the ancient Evil Knight, who is still alive.

Thinking about it, he was like, "Last summer, did your man ever hijack an Atlantic cruise ship and rob a bloodline extract? ”

Sloane nodded softly: "Yes. ”

Luke: “Why? ”

“Workers and a guard from the cultivation site were bought off and a shipment of blood orchids was stolen from the warehouse. When I know, send someone to get it back.” Sloane said.

Luke: "No leaks? ”

Sloane: “I cleaned up the workers and guards over there, and I sent someone to kill the bandits and the messengers, and nobody bothered me afterwards. ”

When asked, Luke basically understood that the blood extract in his hand was the one that Sloane had been stolen from.

And he thought about it, or he asked, "Your big boss, he didn't think about it, and he asked you to hand it over? ”

Sloane: "Yes, I killed dozens of his bodyguards, sat at his bed and talked to him once, and he didn't want any more. ”

Luke:... Damn, you're really good at playing the game.

But when he thought about it, even if he met Sloane, he didn't have to go to primary extinction to deal with this guy.

With no death, no fear of pain, rapid recovery, arc shooting and physical explosion, there are really few people in the world who can stop Sloane from killing.

“He never wanted to work with you to get some life-saving drugs out?” Luke's still a little curious about this.

Sloane: "Using more energy can cause dysfunction. Using too much arc shooting can cause brain damage to become an idiot. A medication bath must be restored, otherwise the more frequent the fighting, the faster the name killer dies. How could I hand this thing over? ”

Luke Mo's chin was wrapped around him: "He no longer uses these two abilities. He can live well in peace with his old age? ”

Sloane laughed bitterly: "With this power, who can stand not to use it? ”

Of course Luke understands.

This is Sloane's covert means of controlling the middle and upper echelons of Mutual Aid.

Unfortunately, a cross emerged, best at layout and ultra-range sniping. Without physical bursts and arc shooting, the mutual aid club was tormented enough. Sloane's checks and balances did not do him much good.

But you can't say Sloane is stupid.

The layout of the cross + ultra-range sniping is also a top talent.

Mutual Aid has done this professionally, cultivating countless killers over the years, but only this strange.

So Luke figured out the problems with the bath.

Looking at Sloane, he said, “What's the last word? ”

Sloane stared at him: "You want to know, I told you, that would just make me die. ”

Luke said, “You say. ”

Sloane: "Who the hell are you? ”

Luke: "Didn't you guess? I'm V. ”

Sloane: “Impossible. How could V be the Night Demon impersonating! ”

Pfft!

Sloane's eyes widened and his brain felt like it was being plugged into a burning steel knife.

The next moment, his consciousness exploded and disappeared.

“I'm sorry, I like it when people die!” Luke pulled the knife back.

He looked at the system prompt, and the experience of killing Sloane had been credited, and he thought about it and put his body in space number one.

System: discover a collection of malicious thoughts, convert 1000 points or modify the storage module function, convert and modify?

At first glance, Luke shifted his gaze to the “fat cow tablets” and limb parts that Sloane had contributed, and he also put them in space number one.

It turns out that the system adds a similar hint, except that the convertible points are 900.

In other words, Sloane can convert almost 2,000 Experience Points for the entire package, which is one-tenth the amount of Black Heart Demon.

Not much, but always for nothing, worth it!

So Luke took out his cell phone: "It's me, John Wick. I'm ordering dinner for one hundred and eighty-seven people at the North Bergen XVII textile mill... I'm not kidding, I'll be waiting for you at the door for half an hour. ”

He walked all the way out.

Coming to the wall at the gate, he sat on a stack, shaking his legs and humming a song gently.

Humming twice, Luke always felt something was missing. He put it in his arms, and he had an extra bottle of beer and a packet of salted peanuts.

Take a sip of the beer and peel two more peanuts. He looks up at the sky and says, "Alas, there's no moon tonight. Blessed is the Buddha of Amitabha! ”

More than twenty minutes later, a van, a trunk truck, drove to the door of the seventeen textile factory, and the black suit figure sat on the city wall, like a leisurely man drunk on his porch.

In the van, a skinny old man came down and looked up and said, "Are you sure we can go in and wash it? ”

Luke nodded and was too lazy to say anything, just throwing a cloth bag down.

The old man caught it gently, opened the drawstring and appeared in front of him in a stack of neatly bound gold coins.

This is the standard way to bundle continental gold coins, stacks of which are fifty pieces.

John used a lot of gold, certainly not enough.

This is what Luke just flipped out of the club, and now it's just used to collect the bodies of the club people, and it's all used up.

The old man looked up again: "Much more. ”

Luke peeled another peanut and threw it in his mouth: “Tip. ”

For a moment, the old man raised his hand and took off his soft eaves, bowing slightly: "It is an honor to serve you, Your Excellency. ”

Meanwhile, more than a dozen people stepped out of the van bowed down with great respect.

Luke just, uh, stood up.

The bottle of peanut shells has been stored in storage for a long time, and there is nothing worth staying in.

By the time the old man looked up again, the figure on the wall had disappeared.

The old man exhales and turns his head to the man behind him: "Keep your mouth shut, who's going to ask about tonight? Let them come to me. Understand? ”

People: “Understood. ”

Not surprisingly, the old man took the lead and saw a few upside-down bodies that were higher up.

When he walked into the open main plant, he was like the little guy behind him, his face changed dramatically and he whispered: "Holyshxt! ”

“OMG!”

“Wow!”