Even so, Luke could actually earn 100 experience points by just hanging out for two or three hours at night.
These experience points mainly come from Harlem, where public security is a major problem.
It doesn't have the nickname "Hell's Kitchen" like the Clinton area, but in fact there are just as many petty thefts, robberies and fights.
After a few days, Luke would go out at night with the intention of killing small wild monsters, and he would definitely come here for a walk.
One hundred experience points a night is not a lot, but if he comes here every day, he can earn at least three or four thousand experience points a month, which is not a small amount.
The key is that these experience points are endless.
It was impossible for him to seriously injure all the thugs just because of these minor fights.
This is just like an ordinary person cannot slap someone in the face just because they run a red light. It's not that serious.
Within a few days, a new urban horror legend began to circulate in Harlem.
Many gangsters said that they encountered ghosts at night, and that the ghosts were on the side of justice and specifically knocked them out when they were stealing or robbing.
Every time they would wake up after a few minutes, and then feel a little headache and dizziness, but no serious injuries, as if they were possessed by a ghost.
Of course, those people actually had small red dots on their heads that were knocked out by the small steel balls.
But because of their skin color and personal hygiene issues, these people didn't notice the little red dot, which made it more like a ghost story.
Luke didn't know much about this, mainly because the rumor was too low-level and Xiao Wo hadn't even collected it.
That night, he went for a stroll in Harlem as usual. When the car passed a small street, he frowned and looked at the fake mobile phone on the dashboard, which showed the images transmitted by the external monitoring device.
After adjusting the camera, he saw a person sitting on the iron fire escape staircase on the third floor next to him, clicking away with a huge professional camera in his hand.
What Luke hates most is being photographed, so he doesn't like people taking photos near him.
The surveillance program is also very sensitive to this kind of voyeurism, so this person was discovered.
Besides, it was after eight o'clock on a winter night in New York.
There aren't many street lights on this small street, so you can't take any pictures with an ordinary camera without using the flash.
Professional paparazzi? His frown deepened.
After parking the car in an alley not far away, his expression changed, and he put on his backpack and walked into the apartment building next to him.
The man on the third floor put down his camera, picked up the vodka on the iron stairs beside him and took a big gulp.
Looking at the second floor opposite, a big black man seemed to be thinking about something in front of the window, until he was hugged and kissed by a hot black girl who was only wearing a piece of clothing.
She couldn't help but pick up the wine again and took another big gulp.
"So this is really your main job." A faint voice suddenly sounded not far above her head.
She was drinking and she spit out the wine in her mouth with a gulp. At the same time, she quickly looked up and saw a figure in a gray and black hooded sweatshirt walking down the fire escape stairs on the upper floor.
She raised her hand and wiped her mouth with her sleeve, then squinted her eyes and looked at the man, recalling the familiar voice, her expression changed: "Is it you?"
Luke walked down and lifted his hood slightly so that she could see most of his face. "Miss Jones, it's been a while since we last met. You are still as dedicated as ever."
Jessica Jones subconsciously looked at the camera and the bottle of wine beside her, and suddenly felt a little confused: "You, how did you find me?"
Luke walked down and sat on the stairs next to her, looking in the direction she had been observing before: "I was just passing by, but I saw someone holding a professional camera on the third floor. You must understand the dangers of my job, and you thought he was taking a secret photo of me."
At this point, he paused, and with a teasing look on his face, he nodded to the person across the street: "I didn't expect that you would also take on this kind of 'traditional' business?"
In the room on the second floor diagonally opposite, the black man and woman were leaning against each other, their expressions and behavior very intimate.
Jessica opened her mouth: "... If you say so, then so be it."
Luke shrugged, took out a bag from his backpack and handed it to her: "Don't just drink, have some snacks too. Otherwise your job will be so boring."
Jessica looked at the Chinese characters on the package, confused: “What is this?”
"Squid strips." Luke said, "If you don't like it, this is also fine."
As he said this, he took out another package from his backpack and stuffed it into her hand.
Jessica looked at the packaging bag which still had Chinese characters on it: "What is this?"
Luke: "Latiao. Eat it for fun when you're bored, similar to... spicy French fries?"
As he spoke, he took out a lollipop, tore it open, and was about to put it in his mouth, but suddenly turned his head to look at her: "Could it be that you still prefer lollipops?"
In less than a second, Jessica had a third object in her hand.
After hesitating for a while, she chose the squid strip, opened it, and stuffed one into her mouth.
It wasn’t delicious, but it wasn’t terrible either. But after she took another sip of vodka, it tasted okay.
"Don't you want to talk about your job?" Luke asked, holding the lollipop in his hand and pointing at the camera she placed on the other side.
Jessica paused holding the squid strips, but couldn’t help but say, “Actually, it’s not work.”
"Hmm?" Luke showed some confusion.
Jessica: "It's... a private matter."
Luke looked at the tall and strong black man in the other man and woman and asked, "You have a crush on him? That doesn't mean you would secretly take photos of the couple's private lives."
Jessica glared at him unhappily, but couldn’t help but say, “That’s not his girlfriend, she’s a married woman.”
Luke: “…So, it’s still business?”
Jessica sighed, and suddenly felt like talking about the past that was bothering her.
After hesitating for a long time, she gave up the idea and asked, "Why do I rarely dream at night after talking to you last time?"
Of course Luke knew what she was referring to.
It was nothing more than a combination of mind communication and basic hypnosis, using the overflow of power when the mental attribute broke through to 40 to give her a powerful brainwashing.
Although it doesn't cure the disease, it will alleviate her mental problems in the short term.
Luke ran up, also wanting to observe the current mental state of the test subject and evaluate the effectiveness of the last action.
Moreover, he also learned Kilgrave's basic pheromone manipulation.
But he is not Kilgrave. Whether in terms of money or appearance, he has enough capital to seduce girls.
This ability is only used as a tool to handle cases and do things.
At most, he would only release a small amount to other women to make them feel a little fond of him, and he was very cautious in using it.
And Jessica herself was a victim of this power, so what if he used it to heal her psychological trauma