Wade opened his mouth in surprise. He stood there for a moment, frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly pointed at Luke and shouted, "Shxt! Are you the little policeman on the yacht? Wait!"
As he said this, he looked at Selina, sized her up for a few seconds, and nodded affirmatively: "You are the beautiful policewoman."
Luke shrugged. “So, we have the right to take these two suspects away, right?”
Wade's expression changed, and he seemed to be hesitating.
He didn't move until Luke and Selina dragged the two unconscious guys out.
Although he has nothing to do with the term "law-abiding", he is unwilling to attack police officers, except for being a black policeman.
Luke walked out more than ten meters, looked at Wade who was scratching his head in anger, smiled, rummaged in his arms, and threw the thing to Wade.
Wade raised his hands to catch the two stacks of things flying towards him, his face full of suspicion: "What does this mean?"
Luke had already continued to walk out, and without turning his head, he replied, "Remuneration. Ten thousand for each of these two guys."
Wade was stunned. After a moment, he put the money in his back pocket and chased after him: "Wait, wait."
Luke did not stop, but continued walking, dragging the person along.
Wade quickly ran to Luke's side, turned around and walked backwards, keeping pace with him: "Hey, man, I've been busy for several days just to catch these two guys. Can this money increase a little bit?"
Luke didn't even bother to look at him. "George Hack killed a bank robber, and the robber took $250,000 in cash from the bank. The same thing happened to Crystal Weiss, but the robber took $320,000 in cash. Are you sure you want to ask me to pay you more for my services?"
Wade's smile froze for a moment, but he continued, "Yes, yes, let's not talk about this. Look, Los Angeles seems to be a bit chaotic recently, and I don't have much to do. If you have this kind of business again, why not come to me? I'm very fast, just pay me."
Luke hesitated for a moment and nodded: "I like straightforward people like you. Give me your number."
Upon hearing this, Wade immediately pulled out a red, green and yellow business card from his trouser pocket and handed it over.
Luke glanced at it and decisively did not pick it up. Instead, he read the words on it: "Big button side-bar? Eastern European, African, Asian, and Latino bar? Cheap dance? As the strongest killer, you actually dance part-time in a Toilette bar? I really admire you."
Wade groaned, quickly took the colorful little card back to his eyes, took a look at it, and immediately put it back into his trouser pocket.
He fumbled for a while and finally took out a business card that was still colorful.
Luke took the card this time, looked at it for a moment, and said with a strange expression: "The strongest Wade! I help middle school students with homework, fighting, and parent-teacher conferences on a long-term basis. Regular homework starts at US$20, and summer interest essays start at US$50. Fighting height under 5 feet 5 inches is US$50... Over 6 feet 6 inches, due to high technical requirements, the price is negotiable..."
Wade's forehead was covered with sweat: "Haha, just remember the number."
"I remember the number, but your business scope is quite wide, wow!" Luke nodded: "You know a man named Jameson, right? He's a young man who runs a newspaper in New York."
Wade rolled his eyes: "I don't think I've heard of it."
Luke hummed. "Someone beat that guy up, but didn't take his $20,000. That's good. The robbery happened to be under my jurisdiction. If I find any clues, I can only issue a wanted order. You know what I mean, right?"
Wade: “…I understand.”
"That's good. I hope you make money every day and don't become a wanted criminal." Luke said as he walked out of the factory and arrived at the car.
Wade had disappeared into the darkness.
As he ran, he muttered, "Who is that Jameson who wants to seduce my Vanessa? He even boasted that he is rich and wanted Vanessa to dance for him all night! Humph! No one can snatch Vanessa from me."
Here, Luke threw the person he was carrying into the back seat, sat in the driver's seat, casually placed the flowery card person on the center console, started the car and left.
Selina couldn't help but take the card and took a look at it out of curiosity, then burst out laughing: "Listen to this. Help beautiful women paint their nails, apply lipstick, carry things for shopping, do laundry, etc. The price is negotiable, ugly girls please don't bother. (Also: there is a discount for washing underwear).
Also: Parent-Teacher Conferences on behalf of others. $50/hour. Less than an hour will be charged as a full hour.
Those who spend more than 200 USD above can get a free VIP membership card. Customers are the top priority, integrity is the basis!
Contact number: xxxxxxxxx."
Luke curled his lips and said, "This guy said that it was the bar owner who was posting random flyers, but in fact, he was the one who was posting random flyers all along."
Selina was already laughing so hard that she had no time to answer.
The two men dragged the two unlucky guys who were still unconscious to the police station.
Elizabeth and Billy were also working overtime, so Luke asked them and they immediately expressed their willingness to help.
Luke also breathed a sigh of relief.
It's really tiring to record the statements of two people at once.
However, he asked Elizabeth and Billy to go to the observation room next door first. He wanted to communicate with these two guys first.
After making the arrangements, he walked into the interrogation room and turned off the camera.
Turning around, he gave each of the two unconscious people half a bottle of mineral water.
The two woke up quickly.
Looking at the familiar environment around them, the two men's faces looked as ugly as if they had eaten shit, and a thought emerged in their minds: That Wade guy is actually in cahoots with the police
Luke looked at the two people who were rolling their eyes and had evil ideas in their minds. He had two keys in his hand and threw them at them: "I'll give you a chance to make a bet with me."
The two men looked at the key that fell on them, knowing that it was the handcuff key, and couldn't help but look at Luke.
Luke took off his baggy T-shirt slowly, revealing the shirt underneath. “Unlock the handcuffs yourself. As long as the two of you can beat me, you can leave the police station, and I promise not to chase you. If you can’t do it, then answer the questions honestly and explain the case you committed this time.”
The two looked at each other unconsciously, George Hack nodded slightly, and Crystal Weiss also nodded in approval.
The two grabbed the keys and quickly unlocked their handcuffs.
"Officer, let me ask you one thing first. You don't know how to use a gun, do you?" George said.
Luke smiled, casually pulled out an M686 revolver from under his armpit and placed it on the interrogation table.
The two men's eyes moved and they unconsciously paid attention to the gun.
After a moment of silence, George coughed lightly and said, "Officer, your words are yours..."
Crystal rushed forward and hugged Luke around the waist.
George followed closely behind, raising his fist, apparently intending to wait until Crystal hugged Luke before giving him another hard punch.
Luke smiled, raised his foot and kicked, and Crystal flew backwards instantly.