Miss Ginny felt nothing wrong when the bright red wine entered her mouth.
Luke didn't kiss her again, but explored her neck and ears, and gently stroked her body with his hands.
In less than five minutes, he felt the girl in his arms go limp.
He picked up her soft and limp body, went into the bedroom, stripped her naked, and then... tucked her into the quilt.
After coming out, he cleaned the wine glass and poured some more wine into it.
Walking to the window, he opened it, raised his hand to shoot out the grappling hook, and jumped out, closing the window completely but not locking it.
With a flick of his finger, the grappling hook pulled him up to the roof.
He reached the roof and climbed up the stairs. When he landed, a plastic mat appeared under his feet and a big bag appeared in his hands.
Opening the big bag, he quickly changed into a full set of clothes and equipment, put the changed clothes and the mat into the storage space, raised his hand and shot out the grappling hook, and after a few leaps, he appeared under another building a few hundred meters away.
He took a taxi and hid his face under the hood of his sweatshirt.
There was no traffic jam at night, so he quickly arrived at the West Adams neighborhood of USC. After paying the fare and getting off the car, he quickly disappeared into the dark alley.
More than half an hour later, he appeared outside a two-story building.
He turned on the electronic monitoring function of the fake mobile phone and confirmed that there were no high-tech surveillance equipment here before he quietly entered.
There is no electronic surveillance here, but there are quite a few defensive personnel.
There were ten people guarding the spacious front and back courtyards, but most of them were lazy.
In other words, they do not know how to carry out security tasks near the bungalow professionally.
A gang is a gang. Most of its members do not have such high professional qualities, otherwise they would have more lucrative prospects as security guards.
Most of them are not without a way to make a living, but are lazy and lack the perseverance and courage to change themselves.
It is not something that everyone can struggle out of the mud pit they have lived in since birth and get ashore to cleanse themselves. Some ethnic minorities in the United States can only be trapped in the cycle of being a bastard and a bad guy, and cannot escape.
Luke nimbly scurried to the side of the house, jumped up, placed his hand on a window sill on the second floor, and activated his keen sense of smell.
After a moment, he quietly pulled his body up and rolled into the room.
A man and a woman were laughing in the house, both with their backs to the window. Luke walked up to them lightly and knocked them out with two consecutive punches.
After taking a look at the man and matching it with the information in his mind, he put his arms around the man's neck without hesitation, twisted it, and pressed it. The next moment, the man's body disappeared from the room.
He turned the unconscious woman over and looked at her again, but there was no information about this woman in his memory.
He casually fed the woman a small pill and walked out.
In less than five minutes, he had finished cleaning the second floor.
Obviously, this is where people of higher status are, so there are only three men and one woman.
The three men disappeared in the room, leaving the woman unconscious.
I walked down the stairs slowly and cleared out the people in the five rooms on the side of the stairs. There were only men in those rooms. Some were sleeping, while others were still working. They were packing a large pile of goods.
Of course he followed the old rules and left the place empty-handed.
Finally they arrived at the living room, where five people were sitting scattered around. Fortunately, they couldn't see each other clearly.
Two people were watching TV, two were drinking nearby, and one was cleaning his gun on a small table.
Luke calculated in his mind for a moment, and a few modified yo-yos appeared in his hands.
He first used this thing on Daniel, a taxi driver in Paris, but that was still a prototype. Now this can barely be considered an official product, and it would be more appropriate to call it a rope dart.
Because of the storage space, many problems with this product are solved.
The odd-shaped head that serves as a counterweight is made of a special alloy, and the rope is ultra-high-strength steel wire. This thing has basically no technical content.
All you need is proficiency.
This thing is also a tool he picked up again recently. It is an evolved product of the bat dart that Batman can use to fly over rooftops and walls.
The last time he came to USC for a massive purge, it made too much noise and was not in line with the company's usual low-key development strategy, so he brought this thing out again.
The American police’s principle in handling cases is that if there is blood, bullet holes, and a dead body, it is of course a homicide.
Even if the dead are gang members, a thorough investigation is still required if the number is large.
What if none of these things exist? Naturally, the world would be peaceful and tranquil.
In his hands, two rope darts flew out and almost simultaneously went around the necks of the two drinkers. Then the dart leader took them around for several circles, and finally tied up even their hands.
Before the two men could understand what was going on, Luke rushed out from the passage and punched the man who was cleaning his gun at the small table with his back to the passage on the back of his head.
A rope dart in his hand flew out again, tied up the man's body and hung him on the pillar next to him to prevent him from falling.
At this time, he threw two steel balls with both hands and hit the back of the heads of the two people watching TV.
These two men were on the sofa and would not make any sound if they fell down. The other three either had guns in their hands or were sitting on high stools. He didn't want them to make any noise and alert the people outside.
As the steel ball was thrown, he had already moved closer to the two men. They had begun to open their mouths and struggle, trying to free their bodies from the steel wire.
Luke stretched out his arms, wrapped them around the necks of the two men and exerted a little force.
With two clicks, the two men immediately stopped struggling.
It took him about two seconds to get rid of the two bodies, then the body of the gun cleaner hanging by the wire, and finally he dealt with the two people lying on the sofa.
Now, there are only two people left in the basement.
Luke thought about it and decided not to go to the basement for the time being, but instead went outside.
He didn't move for the time being towards the two guys smoking and chatting at the door, but started cleaning up the people in the far corner outside the house.
When the rope dart flies out, these people's necks will suddenly be strangled and they will not be able to shout. The next moment, they will feel a pain in the back of their heads and lose consciousness.
Finally, the two guys at the door suddenly felt something was wrong.
Here... why does it seem so quiet all of a sudden
All the noises made by my companions inside and outside the house seemed to have disappeared
The two men were horrified and reached for the pistols at their waists.
Two dark shadows flew over and tied them up tightly, and then two steel balls hit them on the head.
The two men's heads drooped and they passed out, but their bodies were suspended by the thin steel wire and they did not fall down.
Then a dark figure appeared from the shadows in the door behind them and dragged them inside.