Miss was silent for a moment: "How should I inform you after I'm done?"
Luke reached into his pocket again, pulled out a business card, flicked it lightly, and it spun and flew towards Smith's chest.
Smith's hand holding the child moved slightly, and he clamped the business card: "You, what do you want?"
Luke tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Maybe, just an answer?"
As he said that, he turned around and opened the door: "One last question, why do you want to protect this baby?"
Smith was silent for a moment: "No-women, no-kids. That's-the-rules." (Don't kill women, don't kill children, that's the rules.)
Hearing this, Luke turned his head, nodded to Smith in the dark corner, and walked out of the room.
Smith frowned and listened to the footsteps going away. It was not until Miss Donna came in a moment later that he asked, "Quintano, are they gone?"
Donna Quintano was the woman with a heart even bigger than Serena's. She looked bewildered: "They left. I watched them go downstairs."
Smith exhaled, quickly put the business card in his hand into his pocket, and then silently recited the address in his mind. Then he walked to the bed and grabbed the stack of green bills.
Donna's eyes widened, "Where did this come from?"
Smith was silent for a moment, then said, "Commission." As he spoke, he put the money into his pocket.
"Now, take care of him for one day for five thousand dollars, deal?" He raised the baby in his hand and looked at Donna.
Donna bit her lip and said nothing.
Here, Luke took Selina downstairs and went out. He turned around and looked at the building behind him for a moment, and raised the corner of his mouth: "I keep meeting rich people recently!"
After driving on the road, the two did not return to the police station, but went straight home.
Selina finished washing up and walked out to the kitchen. Looking at Luke who was busy there, she hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you need to talk to me?"
Luke hummed, "That phone call?"
Selena said nothing.
Luke continued to chop vegetables, his movements were quick but not in the least impatient.
Precise, efficient, and with amazing control, the only sound is the swishing sound of the blade cutting through the vegetables.
"Dustin called and told me that someone at headquarters has taken over the Esworth Park case," he said calmly.
Selina was surprised: "Dustin..."
Luke paused for a moment, then continued, "I've thought about this problem, it shouldn't have anything to do with him. He's not a captain yet, and he's not that professional at speaking in official language. He's just relaying the orders of a certain boss."
Selina breathed a sigh of relief.
Dustin and Elsa are both very much to her liking, and the two bosses get along really well after getting along for a long time.
Especially compared with the stingy guy Borrick, these two bosses are even more outstanding and have first-class ability to take the blame.
"You..." Selina uttered this word, suddenly paused, and then changed the subject: "When is dinner?"
Luke chuckled: "Twenty minutes at most, you can watch TV first."
Selina hummed and returned to the living room. She thought for a moment and finally turned on the TV: "... Congressman Henry Esworth recently proposed a new bill. It advocates purifying the social environment, controlling the proliferation of guns, and returning a peaceful space to the campus..."
She was stunned for a moment, turned down the volume of the TV, watched for a few minutes, and then took out her phone: "Sonia, how is Luca Barton's situation going?"
…
After dinner, Luke went to the garage and let Selina train on her own.
Selina looked at his back, pouted, and went to wash the dishes herself.
Now, in order to save time, the family has added a modified dishwasher. She only needs to put the dishes in, and then put them back in the cabinet after washing, drying and disinfecting.
Half an hour later, Luke appeared outside a dilapidated apartment building in a black Ford SUV.
He lay comfortably in the flat driver's seat, watching the video clips on the tablet in his hand.
Another tablet was stuck in the center console, showing a picture of the apartment building.
After watching the video he had just received, Luke sneered, "These people are really well-informed. They actually found the psychological treatment center so quickly."
While muttering, he looked at the surveillance camera on the center console.
In the picture, the apartment building has been abandoned, but there are faint lights in several windows on the fifth floor.
At this moment, five men in black were on the ground floor, one was prying the door open, and the other four were just watching.
Luke turned on the radio and heard their conversation clearly.
"There are so many abandoned apartment buildings in this city. How did Boss know for sure that guy was here? Another lucky guess?"
"No, he doesn't just guess. He can detect things that we can't see. He used to be a behavioral analyst for the FBI."
The big shot who was knocking on the door turned his head helplessly: "Forensic behavioral consultant. How many times have I told you, can you please not add a new title to my resume every time? Details, details determine everything in this field."
As he spoke, he exerted force with his hands, and with a click, the door opened.
He pushed the door and wanted to go in.
The four men rushed forward and grabbed him, "But don't you think it's better to walk last, Boss?"
The big man with black-framed glasses and a thick beard grinned and said, "Leaders hiding in the back can only eat leftovers. First come, first served, this is the truth."
As he said this, he took the lead and walked in.
Luke raised an eyebrow.
This guy is quite interesting!
He sat up, but didn't rush to get out of the car. He just adjusted the radio.
“…Violence is the most interesting thing in the world, and the most worth watching.” The boss’ words were full of anticipation.
Luke sneered: The premise is that the person being violently abused is not yourself.
"Send me some men, at least fifty. Our Mr. Smith is a sharpshooter. He won many championships in British rapid shooting competitions at the age of sixteen." The boss began to issue orders in a low voice.
Luke understood: No wonder Mr. Smith gave him such a clear feeling.
In a sense, this guy is on the same path as Luke is now.
Precision, efficiency, ruthlessness, stability, and a big heart, no wonder Mr. Smith's expression remained calm when he talked about killing more than twenty gunmen.
This is a natural born killer.
Interestingly, Mr. Smith’s character is supposed to be a cold-blooded guy who would do anything bad for money, but this guy is also trying hard to protect the baby.
Luke shook his head and laughed, pulled off his hood, put on his hood, opened the door and got out of the car.
…
"Do you know what the most annoying plot in movies I watch is?" The bearded guy asked softly to a group of people who were quietly pouring into the lobby on the ground floor of the apartment building.
The black-clad gunmen looked at each other.
"I hate it most when the director always lets off the good guy who comes out to be a hero." The bearded man smiled and said, "So, don't let it happen to you. My money is not that easy to take."