The man in the pink and blue T-shirt gritted his teeth and said, "Don't even think about it! I don't even have fifty dollars on me."
Luke smiled and continued typing: "You owe me half a million dollars, you won't deny that, right?"
The man in the pink and blue T-shirt hesitated for a moment, then nodded dejectedly: "I owe you that."
He has a lot of bad habits, such as blackmail, robbing the target's fellow thieves, eating the target's free food, wearing the target's slippers, and taking a bath in the target's bathtub.
But talking about credit is the fundamental advantage of being able to stand in the mercenary community, otherwise why those middle school students were looking for him.
It's because he said that if he knocked out two teeth, he would never kill anyone.
While the man in the pink and blue T-shirt was feeling sorry for himself, Luke put away his phone and rushed into the room.
The man in the pink and blue T-shirt was stunned for a moment. After a moment, he saw Luke enter the room where he was and search, and immediately understood: "Wait, the harvest here must also be divided equally."
A few minutes later, looking at the pile of cash and a pile of white crystals that had just been taken out of Boss Dre's safe, the man in the pink and blue T-shirt looked at Luke and asked, "How do we divide it?"
Luke took the shipment to his side and gestured to the pile of cash.
The man in the pink and blue T-shirt was stunned: "Mine?"
Luke nodded and typed: "Goods, mine. Cash, yours. OK?"
The man in the light blue T-shirt smiled brightly: "Haha, you are so generous. No problem, just divide it this way." As he said that, he wanted to take the pile of money.
But Luke raised his hand and made a "wait" gesture.
The man in the pink and blue T-shirt looked at him warily: "Do you want to go back on your word?"
Luke typed slowly and played: "You seem to have forgotten that you just owed me half a million dollars."
The man in the pink and blue T-shirt was dumbfounded: "What do you mean? You mean..."
His eyes moved to the pile of banknotes in front of him: "Is this money still yours?"
Luke spread his hands, indicating his helplessness.
The man in the pink and blue T-shirt gritted his teeth as he looked at the pile of money, but finally lowered his head in frustration: "Okay."
Luke smiled and took the pile of cash, stuffed it into a big bag, then took a bottle of vodka from the hall and poured it on the pile of goods.
He grabbed the lighter on the coffee table and lit it, then raised his hand to throw it onto the pile of goods.
"Wait, you're going to burn this?" The man in the pink and blue T-shirt was surprised: "This can be sold for at least $200,000."
Luke glanced at him and threw the lighter in his hand.
With a bang, flames shot up.
He typed a message on his phone and played it: "Mr. Strongest Killer, I have to give you a piece of advice. Never do business with illegal drugs, otherwise I don't mind killing you too."
The pink and blue T-shirt was surprised: "You are not a killer?"
Luke said nothing.
"Wait, you are..." The man in the pink and blue T-shirt suddenly leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "Ghost Butcher?"
Luke remained silent, but he picked up the pile of cash, leaving only one wad outside, grabbed it and threw it to the pink and blue T-shirt, typing: "Okay, now you only owe me $220,000. This is your hard work fee for tonight."
Looking at the 10,000 US dollars in his hand, the man in the pink and blue T-shirt was speechless: You really don't take money seriously! This is 10,000 US dollars!
If the mission happened to be to threaten children, threaten stalkers, or beat up gangsters, he wouldn't be able to make that much money even if he did it twenty times.
The person in front of him just threw it to him.
But when he thought about it, these more than 200,000 green bills belonged to him just a moment ago, and his heart began to bleed again.
"Your actions are too high-profile." Luke's phone played another message: "The Los Angeles police have noticed you. It's best to leave as soon as possible. This is not your territory. If you cross the line, you will easily be targeted."
As he spoke, his figure disappeared through the door.
The man in the pink and blue T-shirt was stunned for a moment before he snorted, "I'm not afraid of those stupid policemen, come and arrest me if you can!"
At this moment, a siren sounded in the distance.
The man in the pink and blue T-shirt looked at the fire that had begun to spread: "Forget it, Harley doesn't know that someone else killed half of them anyway, so I'm not lying to her. These guys have indeed been dealt with, and my mission has indeed been completed. Let's go."
As he walked out of the room, he slapped the stack of hundred-dollar bills in his hands, making a clapping sound. "Where are we going to play today? It would be a waste if I don't spend ten thousand dollars quickly. I think there's a strip club over there? The girls there have big, round butts. Well, it's only two o'clock, so I can catch one..."
As he continued to mutter, his figure disappeared into the night.
Here, Luke casually put the bag of cash into the storage space and looked at the system.
System: The task of destroying the Black Bone den and its main members has been completed.
The total experience of the mission is 4000 and the points are 4000.
The mission contribution rate is 50%, and you will get 2000 experience points and 2000 points.
In tonight's operation, the "Mr. Strongest Killer" was really on par with him, and the system dad also approved of it.
Luke didn't care.
What bothered him more than experience points was another matter.
Walking to a dark corner, he turned his head to look at a window on the second floor of the dilapidated building next to him: "Why don't you come out? Do you think I flew the drone for nothing?"
After two seconds of silence, Selina came out from the second-floor window amid the noise. She jumped lightly and landed beside him: "I..."
Luke waved his hand: "We'll talk later."
As he spoke, he took Selina around in circles until they found his car, which was parked in a secluded corner far away. The two got in and left.
No conversation along the way.
Back to a place one kilometer away from home, Luke drove the car into an inconspicuous bungalow.
After entering the house, he said, "Take off your outer clothes, sunglasses, masks and shoes, and throw them into this bag."
Selina did as she was told, then took the brand new set of clothes that Luke handed her and put them on.
Luke also changed all his clothes and threw them into the bag. He then took the bag into the house and put it into the storage space.
"Go home," he said.
The two of them went out and left on foot through a remote back alley.
More than ten minutes later, the two returned home.
Luke went to make himself a pot of green tea, and brought a can of Dr. Pepper for Selina, and sat down on the sofa: "Tell me, why did you want to go out with me today?"
Selina was drinking a drink and choked when she heard this.
After coughing several times, she whispered, "I'm sorry."
Luke shook his head helplessly: "I don't blame you, you didn't do anything wrong."
Selina looked up: "Really?"
Luke nodded and took a sip of tea: "There are some things I don't want you to know because it's no good knowing them."
Selina lowered her head again: "Isn't it the same?"
Luke smiled and sat closer, holding her shoulders and rocking her like a child: "Have you forgotten that time we went "camping" a few days ago? You came back looking shocked. What can I do?"
Selena was speechless.
She was struck by Luke's fighting power.