Luke admires people who work for money, because he is rich.
Silence all the way.
The bearded pilot said nothing, didn't even turn his head, and flew the plane silently, but occasionally his feet would unconsciously touch the place where the money was stuffed, and he felt very happy.
One flight costs five hundred thousand US dollars!
He only has one thing to say about this kind of work: Please come to me again next time.
Under the magic of money, at 2:22, the bearded pilot finally said, "There are less than ten minutes to go. Get ready to parachute."
Luke hummed, grabbed an umbrella bag next to him and put it on.
The bearded man continued to fly the plane. Five minutes later he reminded again: "We are already above the coordinates."
Luke put away the fake phone in his hand and said, "The money is yours." Then he stood up and went to open the cabin door.
Bearded Man: “Wait.”
The next moment, he bent over and stretched out a hand, with a small card between two fingers: "My business card, next time you have this kind of work, contact me directly."
Luke handed over his business card casually: "Sure. But I hate people who talk too much, understand?"
The bearded man smiled silently.
If it wasn't for the money, he wouldn't even bother to say this, so how could he be so careless.
Luke opened the cabin door with one hand, held a US dollar with goggles on it in the other, and leaped out.
The bearded man then released his hand from the gun handle behind his back, got into the back seat and closed the cabin door.
He quickly turned the plane around and set the auto-cruise mode. He heaved a sigh of relief. "Damn it! I thought the last words were an attempt to silence me."
While muttering, he took out the bag of US dollars from the driver's seat, took out an instrument to examine them for a while, and smacked his lips: "All of them are real, not even a counterfeit bill? This guy... seems to be very trustworthy."
He has been in this business for a long time. It is common for customers to pay generously and find three to five hundred US dollars in counterfeit bills mixed in with the ten thousand US dollars.
The question is whether the customer brought the money in himself or did not recognize it as counterfeit.
There was no way he would bother the customer for a few hundred dollars.
Now, there is a customer who doesn’t even carry a counterfeit bill when he has $200,000. This is worth cherishing.
This is a good customer! Touching the stacks of banknotes, he sighed in his heart.
Here, a few seconds after Luke jumped out of the plane, he put the parachute bag into the storage space and put a triangular object on his back.
He had already fastened the US dollar to the buckle on his chest and was looking around curiously.
Looking at the rapidly decreasing distance on the ground on his watch, Luke pressed a button on his right wrist.
The next moment, the triangular object behind him suddenly unfolded, and two huge black wingsuits as big as wings appeared.
The rapidly falling body suddenly stopped and turned into a side slide. Luke turned into a shadow in the night sky and dived rapidly towards the target on the sea.
This was an experiment he created, inspired by a grandfather who liked to use the power of money.
However, a certain grandpa's cloak not only has the function of looking cool, but is also deliberately made into the shape of bat wings.
Luke's flying wing only pursues practical effects, with a simple shape and no frills.
Well, it’s not that he doesn’t want to be fancy, but he doesn’t have as much money as a certain grandfather, nor does he have that much time to waste on styling.
Besides, it is not a cloak, but something similar to a hang glider, and has some features of a wing suit.
Luke built it not for viewing the scenery from the sky, but of course the faster the better.
Therefore, its advantage is that its speed is much faster than a normal hang glider, and Luke can even land directly without a parachute.
The disadvantage is that it is extremely difficult to operate. Only someone like him, whose agility far exceeds that of ordinary people, as well as his quick reactions and physical bursts, can control it easily and land safely.
Wearing this flying delta wing, Luke flew at high speed in the night sky, heading straight for the only place with bright lights on the dark sea, the Atlantic cruise ship.
Looking at the rapidly approaching cruise ship, Gold Nugget suddenly spoke up: "You don't want to crash into it directly, do you?"
Luke: "I'm a human, not a rocket launcher."
Nugget: "Do you need my help?"
Luke's mind raced, and he agreed: "Okay, I'll slow down right before the top of the cruise ship. Remember, don't make any loud noise when you land."
Nugget: "No problem. Leave it to me."
This job is worth at least 5,000 US dollars, right? A doghead thought to himself.
Luke approached the top of the cruise ship at a speed of over 100 kilometers per hour, stood up at a suitable distance, and made a movement like a fighter cobra.
At the same time, he pressed another button, and the delta wing unfolded for the second time and turned into a parachute.
The gold nugget reacted extremely quickly. Just as Luke began to slow down, it shot out two thick golden tentacles.
The moment the two tentacles touched the cruise ship, they spread out like a spider web, covering a large area of the top of the cruise ship and evenly dispersing all of Luke's impact to the contact surface.
At the same time, a tray-like object appeared behind the gold nugget, supporting Luke's front body.
Luke pressed the button on his wrist, and the flying delta wing behind him quickly folded and retracted to its initial state, and he fell silently.
After putting the flying delta wing into the storage space, he couldn't help but smile and touch his dog's head.
This dog head's ability is really useful and perfect for assisting.
Gold Nugget seemed to sense his rare intimacy and nudged his hand with his head, but made no sound.
It's here to make a lot of money today, and it can't let Luke find a chance to deduct its pay.
Luke smiled and touched the dog's head, then took out his fake mobile phone, switched to map mode, and instantly found Robert's location.
He sent a short message to Robert: "Are you ok?"
He chuckled at the message that Robert replied to immediately.
There was only one sentence on the screen: "If reinforcements don't arrive, I will surrender."
Luke could fully imagine how frustrated Robert felt when he said this.
"I'll be there soon." He replied briefly and started running quickly.
At the same time, he whispered to the dog head in his arms: "Like just now, help me land."
I have to say that this method of cushioning the fall of gold nuggets is really convenient, simple and quiet.
Gold Nugget nodded vigorously to indicate that it was okay, and silently added another five thousand dollars to his reward in his heart.
With the help of the "Gold Nugget" landing plug-in, Luke leaped a few times to the top floor not far ahead. He gestured a few movements to the gold nugget with his hands, and got a nod of "no problem" in response.
He sent a message to Robert on his mobile phone, "Open the door in ten seconds", and then he raised three fingers in front of the dog's head and bent them one by one.
The moment he retracted all three fingers, he jumped lightly out of the top floor and fell rapidly in the air.