When Sloane saw the ruby-red liquid in the vial in his hand, his face was filled with despair. "You already know everything, why are you still torturing me? Are you crazy?"
Luke felt a little embarrassed because he really didn't know.
This ruby red liquid is what the criminals were looking for in the last cruise ship hijacking incident that Robert and Catherine encountered.
The strange giant octopus that appeared later also flocked to this thing.
Luke studied it for a while but made no progress, so he put it aside for the time being.
Tony Stark's ability is not high enough in drug research, so it is not worth wasting this rare blood orchid extract.
Its only test subject was the previous Ghost Rider, Casterley, who is still alive and well.
Thinking of this, he had an idea: "Last summer, did your people hijack an Atlantic cruise ship to steal the blood orchid extract?"
Sloan nodded dejectedly: "Yes."
Luke: “Why?”
"Someone bribed the workers and a guard at the plantation and stole a batch of blood orchid extract from the warehouse. When I found out, I sent people to get it back," said Sloan.
Luke: "The news didn't leak out?"
Sloan: "I cleared out the workers and guards over there, and then I sent someone to kill the thieves and the instigators. No one bothered me afterwards."
When asked this, Luke basically understood: the batch of blood orchid extract in his hands was originally the batch that was stolen from Sloan.
He thought about it and asked, "Didn't your boss ever think of asking you to hand this thing over?"
Sloan: "He did. I killed dozens of his bodyguards, sat down at his bedside and talked to him once, and he didn't want it anymore."
Luke: ... Damn, you really know how to show off.
But he changed his mind and realized that even if he met Sloan, it would be difficult to deal with this guy without using primary annihilation.
He is immortal, not afraid of pain, and can recover quickly. Coupled with his arc shooting and physical burst, there are really not many people in this world who can stop Sloan's assassination.
"Has he ever thought about cooperating with you to come up with some life-saving medicine?" Luke was still a little curious about this.
Sloane: "Using physical energy bursts too much will cause body function failure and death. Using arc shooting too much will cause brain damage and turn you into an idiot. You must take a medicinal bath to recover, otherwise the more frequent the battles, the faster the famous killer will die. How can I hand this thing over?"
Luke stroked his chin and said, "If I stop using these two abilities and live a peaceful retirement, I can still live a good life, right?"
Sloane smiled bitterly: "With this kind of power, who can resist not using it?"
Of course Luke understood.
This thing is Sloan's means of secretly controlling the upper echelons of the mutual aid association.
Unfortunately, a Cross appeared. He was best at planning and ultra-long-range sniping. He caused great trouble to the Mutual Aid Association without using physical burst and arc shooting. Sloan's checks and balances were not so effective against him.
But we can't say Sloan is stupid.
The cross layout + ultra-long-range sniping is also a top-level talent.
The Mutual Aid Society specializes in this business and has trained countless killers over the years, but it has only produced this one weirdo.
At this point, Luke understood the issues related to medicinal baths.
Looking at Sloane, he asked, "Any last words?"
Sloan stared at him closely. "I've told you everything you want to know. Let me die with a clear mind."
Luke said, "You say."
Sloan: "Who are you?"
Luke: "Didn't you guess it? I am V."
Sloane: "No way, how could V be disguised as Night Devil!"
Phew!
Sloan's eyes widened, and he felt as if his brain was pierced by a red-hot steel knife.
The next moment, his consciousness exploded and disappeared without a trace.
"Sorry, I just like to let people die unclearly!" Luke pulled back the saber.
He looked at the system prompt and saw that the experience points for killing Sloan had been credited. Then he had an idea and put his body into Space No. 1.
System: A collection of evil thoughts has been discovered, which can be converted into 1,000 points or the storage module function can be transformed. Convert/transform
Luke took one look and shifted his gaze to the "fat beef slices" and limb parts contributed by Sloan, and put them into Space No. 1 as well.
Sure enough, the system gave another similar prompt, but the convertible points were 900.
In other words, Sloan's entire package can be converted into about 2,000 experience points, which is one-tenth of the amount of Blackheart Demon.
Although it’s not much, it’s always free money, so it’s worth it!
Thinking of this, Luke took out his cell phone and said, "It's me, John Wick. I want to order dinner for 187 people. The address is North Bergen No. 17 Textile Factory... I'm not kidding. I'll wait for you at the door for half an hour."
Having said that, he walked out.
When he reached the city wall at the gate, he sat on a parapet, swung his legs, and hummed softly.
Luke snorted twice, feeling that something was missing. He casually put something in his arms, and there was a bottle of beer and a bag of salted peanuts in his hands.
He took a sip of beer and peeled two peanuts. Then he looked up at the sky and said, "What a pity there is no moon tonight. Amitabha, good and good!"
More than 20 minutes later, a van and a large box truck drove up to the gate of the 17th Textile Factory. What caught my eye was the figure in the black suit sitting on the city wall, like an idler drinking and daydreaming on his own porch.
A skinny old man got out of the van and looked up and asked, "Are you sure we can go in and clean it?"
Luke nodded, not even bothering to say anything, and just threw a cloth bag down.
The old man caught it lightly, opened the rope, and four neatly bundled stacks of gold coins appeared before his eyes.
This is the standard bundling method for mainland gold coins, with fifty coins in one stack.
John spent a lot of his gold coins, but of course it was not enough.
This is something Luke had just found in the mutual aid society. Now he was using it to collect the bodies of the people in the mutual aid society, so it was a good use of it.
The old man looked up again: "More."
Luke peeled another peanut and threw it into his mouth: "Tip."
The old man was silent for a moment, raised his hand to take off his soft-brimmed hat, and bowed slightly: "It is my honor to serve you, sir."
At the same time, more than a dozen people who got off the truck bowed in unison, their expressions extremely respectful.
Luke just hummed and stood up.
The wine bottles and peanut shells had already been put into the storage space, and there was nothing worth staying here.
When the old man and others looked up again, the figure on the city wall had disappeared.
The old man exhaled and turned to look at the guy behind him: "Shut up, if anyone wants to ask about tonight, let them come to me, understand?"
Everyone: "Understood."
The old man led the way, and was not too surprised to see the fallen bodies on several commanding heights.
When he stepped into the open main factory building, his face changed drastically, just like the boy behind him, and he whispered: "holyshxt!"
“OMG!”
"Wow!"