Luke walked into the secret room and closed the door. He walked along the wall, looking at the various weapons on the wall, and said, "Damon, have you thought about the future? Before you succeed in your revenge tonight."
"I..." Damon thought about it and shook his head helplessly: "I really don't have this."
"What about Mindy's future?" he continued to ask.
Damon moved his lips, unable to speak, and could only shake his head silently.
Luke's eyes fell on the weapons on the wall, and he said, "You had no choice before. If you didn't get revenge, you would be unable to sleep or eat, and you couldn't think about the future. What about now?"
Damon was speechless.
Before tonight, he had never thought about how his daughter and he would live their future lives.
As long as Damico doesn't die, his mind will only be on revenge.
Luke turned and looked at him: "You are only in your early forties and Mindy is not even thirteen years old. You should give yourself and her a chance to make a new choice."
Damon exhaled, "What do you suggest?"
Luke pointed at the draft in his hand and said, "Like I said, you can try to be a cartoonist. You don't need to rely on this to make a living anyway, so you don't have to worry about being rejected."
Damon hesitated: "Is this... okay?"
He couldn't imagine a future in which his hands held only a paintbrush.
Luke chuckled: "Give yourself a long vacation first and get out of the old pace of life."
Watching Damon's eyes fall to the weapons on the wall, he continued: "As for these things, and how you use them, it will be a little hobby, not the only thing."
Damon nodded unconsciously when he heard this.
He really couldn't give up the guns and weapons he had been using for decades.
"Now let's talk about Mindy." Luke changed the subject: "You need to re-plan your future life, and so does Mindy."
Damon scratched his head a bit, "What do you think?"
Luke: "Look around, what is a normal twelve-year-old girl doing? Reading."
Damon was stunned: "Does it mean that Mindy still needs to go to... elementary school?"
Luke couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead and said, "Damon, Mindy is almost thirteen years old and she's very smart. Can't she just go to seventh grade?"
Go to primary school? What a joke! With Mindy's level of mental maturity, she would be bored to death in primary school.
This violent little loli is extremely bored and might beat those childish elementary school boys until they cry for their moms in a few days.
Damon blushed: "She should be in sixth grade."
Luke: "Studying is not to let her learn any knowledge. Some of her knowledge is richer than that of college students, but it can let her learn how to communicate with normal people. When encountering problems, we can't always solve them by fighting and killing."
Damon nodded again, unable to argue.
Now even if he were asked to put all his energy into planning and contemplating the cleansing of the gang members, he himself felt unmotivated.
This is because the big boss D'Amico belonging to the father and daughter is already dead, and this bald boss will definitely not be like the big boss in the game, who would reappear every other day.
From now on, they no longer have to spend money on purchasing weapons, equipment, training, and intelligence to clean up the members of the robbery gangs.
With the daily living expenses of the father and daughter, they can live comfortably for a year by making three or five tickets.
"Think about it. When you go to participate in parent-child activities at school in the future, can you say that your profession is a killer?" Luke said, "But cartoonist is at least a normal profession, right?"
Damon nodded again.
At this point, Luke felt that it was about time. "There's no rush for these things. It won't be too late to make a decision in a week or a month. During this time, you should take a good rest and think more about Mindy and yourself."
After saying that, he opened the door of the secret room and walked out.
Mindy, who had changed into pink piggy pajamas, was watching TV on the sofa.
Hearing the noise, she turned her head and gave him a "what's up" look.
Luke made an OK gesture and said as he walked out, "By the way, I got a little something back tonight."
Damon didn't pay much attention, but Mindy was curious: "What is it?"
Luke unzipped the big black bag on the coffee table and said, "There are about two million US dollars in the safe in Damico's lair. I've already taken my share. Here's one million for your hard work tonight."
When Mindy heard this, she lost interest.
She doesn't hate money, but she doesn't lack money either.
Apart from buying equipment, she doesn't really need money at other times.
Damon waved his hand and said, "Thanks to your help tonight, we were able to successfully kill Damico. You can take the money."
Luke thought about it and nodded: "Okay."
He didn't want the father and daughter to feel that he was giving them alms, so taking the money would at least make Damon feel a little more balanced psychologically.
After pulling the big bag, he rubbed Mindy's little head and said, "I just told your father that you will have a relaxing vacation. You must be prepared to face a better future, Mindy."
Mindy was curious: "Huh? What does Dad want to do?"
Luke: "Maybe he could be a cartoonist, what do you think?"
Mindy: "Cool! From now on I can read first-hand comics."
System: Mindy MacReady has met the requirements and joined the host team and is now a one-star teammate.
Luke: ... Wang Defa! Isn't this little girl too easy to fool? Just by saying a few words, she becomes my teammate
For a moment, he felt inexplicably complicated and couldn't help rubbing Mindy's little head again: "It's too late today. How about giving you a small gift when I have time?"
Mindy held up her little finger: "It's a deal."
Luke chuckled and also stretched out his little finger to hook it with the small finger: "It's a deal."
After a moment, his figure disappeared into the night, and the father and daughter stood at the window and watched him leave.
Mindy said, "Dad, he's a really good man, isn't he?"
Damon nodded, "Yes."
After a moment's silence, he patted Mindy's shoulder and said, "Come over and sit down. I have something to tell you."
The father and daughter sat on the sofa in the living room. Damon had just said a few words when Mindy shouted again: "What? Are you kidding me! What the hell is going to school? Is this the wonderful future? V, you big shot~"
Damon was silent for a moment before he spoke: "V reminded me that you really should have a normal life in the future."
Mindy's eyes widened: "I think our life is pretty normal now."
Damon smiled bitterly: "Mindy, Frank D'Amico is dead, and his territory will soon be swallowed up by other gangs. We don't have to think about how to deal with him every day, nor do we have to destroy his hideout every now and then."
Mindy was puzzled: "What about the other bad guys? Are we not going to deal with them anymore?"
Damon shook his head, "No, but they're not D'Amico, so we can't spend too much energy targeting them. We'll have a lot of free time later, so V suggests that you go to school."