As long as Claire doesn't go to college in New York, that won't be a big problem.
I just don’t know if this little monkey will be so angry that he will explode in a few months.
Selina looked at him with an inexplicable expression and couldn't help wondering: "Why do you look like that? Don't you want her to come over?"
Luke shook his head: "Have you forgotten what Dustin said yesterday? If we go to New York..."
Selina also understood and put her hand on her forehead: "You really want to go over there? Then... Hey, why do I have a headache? Isn't Claire your sister?"
Luke smiled bitterly: "Well, thank you for giving me a headache."
After saying this, he drove home.
After asking Selina to help prepare Claire's room, he went out.
While driving on the road, Ginny called and asked, "Why did 20 million suddenly come into the company account? Well, it was from Stark Group."
Luke: “I did a little business.”
Ginny: ...did you misunderstand the word "small"
He told Ginny not to worry and that the money was a reserve fund from the cell phone company, then he hung up the phone.
The number of 20 million is not a lot, but it is not a small amount either.
Tony likes to spend lavishly, especially on his daily entertainment expenses.
As a businessman, he does a good job of treating business as business.
Of the two Predator weapons Luke gave, strictly speaking, only the energy weapon is valuable, but it may not be able to yield anything from it.
Tony gave 20 million as the market price.
Tony traded his watch for two boxes of roadside strawberries, or set off billions of Iron Man armor fireworks for Pepper to see, and Luke also had his own understanding.
Just like how much shares Luke is willing to give Selina, whether the shares are worth 5 million or 50 million, it is all his business.
But if Weiland wanted him to do a private job, he had to pay him $500,000 first. If Sheila asked him to be a security guard for one night, she had to pay him $10,000.
Similarly, Tony can waste money in his private life as he pleases, but he has to follow the rules in this weapons business with Luke.
Business is business! That's the American truth.
My fortune seems to be too good recently? Luke pondered in his mind and drove around the East District.
While making money over there, he has to work for free here and help others.
The debt of favor is the hardest to repay.
He left some graffiti-like words at several important intersections in the East District and then headed home.
After entering the room, he heard bursts of noise coming from the guest room.
When I walked over, I saw Selina busy in the room.
However, looking at the various new things placed in the room, Luke looked strange: "Where did these things come from?"
Selina was still kneeling on the bed, adjusting the sheets she had just put on. She answered without turning her head, "I bought it for Talia and the others. I haven't used it yet."
"Peppa Pig?" Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Are you sure Claire will like this?"
Selina: "She's not even 18 yet, why don't you go out and buy her a set she likes?"
Luke looked up at the ceiling, thought for a moment, and shook his head regretfully: "Well, I don't know what she likes now."
Three years ago, Claire still liked this cute style.
But girls change a lot when they grow up, and he is not really sure about Claire's aesthetic taste now.
If the little monkey is not satisfied, let her buy a new one herself.
After making this decision, Luke didn't say anything else and slipped away, leaving Selina to continue working.
At night, Luke went out alone again after eleven o'clock.
A conversation was heard from Selina's room: "Do you think he won't find out?"
"What are you afraid of? Luke said it's okay to hit people, just hit them as much as you want!"
"But we didn't say how many people we beat."
"That's what you didn't say. I have to follow Luke's rules and can't speak carelessly."
"Where's your face, you bastard? Where's your face?!"
On this side, Luke was heading east.
Coming to an abandoned factory, he found a table, took out a camping lantern, and sat down.
At twelve o'clock, a man walked in from the gate.
Looking at the dark figure sitting in the middle of the factory, the man was stunned and paused.
But the shadow had already spoken: "Come here, Rebecca asked me to help you."
The man was silent for a moment, then pulled out a gun from behind his back and walked over slowly: "Who are you?"
The shadow tilted his head and operated a few times on the phone: "You can call me puncher."
The man raised the gun in his hand: "You are lying. Rebecca has no friends."
The shadow chuckled silently and typed again: "I owe her a small favor, so I can barely be considered her friend. And you, Bloodmint, can also be considered a friend she recognizes."
Under the camping light, the visitor's face appeared.
This is a white woman, about thirty-five or thirty-six years old. She is not particularly pretty, and her appearance is a little stiff. There is an indelible gloom between her brows, and her eyes are dark and cold.
At the moment, her condition was not good. Not only was her face pale, but there was blood on the left trouser leg of her thigh, and even the hand holding the gun was shaking slightly.
However, she still did not put down the gun: "You are from the mutual aid society!"
The shadow stood up and said, "If it was someone from the mutual aid association, do you think they would not take action? You are seriously injured now."
As he spoke, he walked over.
The shadow walked in front of her and ignored her gun: "Okay, there's no point in holding on. I'll take care of your wound."
As he spoke, he moved his hand and easily snatched the pistol from her, throwing it aside.
The other hand had already lifted up the woman named Blood Mint and put her on the platform to sit.
Xue Mint's face was horrified, and he was about to take action, but he was pressed on the shoulder: "Alright. I wanted to kill you, and I had two seconds to do it just now."
Bloodmint paused, and finally stopped resisting. Instead, he asked, "Why do you have to keep playing it in voice?"
The shadow shrugged and typed again: "Do I have to be as high-profile as you? You stole arms without even covering your face. It's only a matter of time before the LAPD and the FBI find you."
After saying that, he put his phone back in his pocket, motioned for her to be quiet, then quickly took out a knife and cut open the pants on her left thigh, removed the simple gauze bandage on the outside, and immediately shook his head.
This woman is really cruel.
A huge wound of seven or eight centimeters was actually sutured by simply using a stapler to staple the skin and flesh.
Luke felt a little jealous when he saw this.
He rummaged through his backpack, took out some medical supplies, and gave her an injection of painkillers first.
After a while, he began to clean the wound and completed the stitching and bandaging.
In less than ten minutes, everything was done.
Luke took off his rubber gloves, put them in a plastic bag, and stuffed them into his backpack.
He put the medical supplies into a black cloth bag and put it aside. He then took out his phone and continued typing: "Keep these things for yourself. You can also prepare for revenge. Medical supplies are not difficult to buy."