Thinking of the scene of the gods meeting in the dark night in New York in two days, Luke's mouth curled up.
What is a killer? To be called a killer, one must have at least one life on his hands, and the number of people killed is proportional to his level.
If a top killer in the industry fails to make a "big deal" of ten or eight votes, he is not worthy of the word top.
He had long ago deduced that according to the system's judgment rules, killer ≈ bad guy, and the number of people they killed represented the amount of experience points they gained in the system.
Killing people without a legitimate reason, or even killing innocent people with a legitimate reason, cannot escape the system's judgment of being a bad person.
How many of these killers who come for money will show mercy to innocent people
Luke felt that if there really was such a conscientious killer, he would accept having points deducted.
Therefore, in his eyes, these killers were not enemies, but a group of... elite monsters, or even boss monsters.
Thinking of this, he felt happy and couldn't help humming: "They told him don't you ever around here..."
Selina glanced at him and said nothing.
These days, this guy likes to hum a few times when he has nothing to do, which shows that he is in a typical good mood.
She must be happy that she got the laboratory she had longed for.
Luke has always liked tinkering with mechanical things, including but not limited to armor, personal equipment, drones, cars, and motorcycles.
Not only does he build new ones himself, he also specializes in finding antique and broken old mechanical products, repairing them and placing them as display pieces at home.
This hobby makes him look like a middle-aged person who likes nostalgia.
Men are children who never grow up!
Selina stopped thinking about it and asked, "Will we continue to scout the environment around these targets in the afternoon?"
"No, I'll find someone I know first." Luke shook his head and said casually, "Dial Wade Wilson's number." The car phone started dialing immediately.
Selina was stunned: "Why are you looking for this bitch?"
While listening to the beeping waiting tone, Luke said casually, "He's a local tyrant in New York and a mercenary. You think he wouldn't know about this 10 million dollar business?"
Selina thought so too.
It's not that she's stupid, it's just that Wade's mean look left a deep impression on her, and hearing his name makes her want to pull out a gun.
The phone rang until it disconnected automatically but there was no response. Luke smacked his lips and said, "Send a text message to Wade and tell him that an old customer wants to sell him information. The information fee starts at 500 US dollars."
The onboard program executed the command again, but... still no response.
Selina looked at Luke and laughed.
There aren't many people who can make Luke return empty-handed, and Wade is a unique bitch.
Luke wasn't angry either.
He usually doesn't get angry with others, and there's no need to get angry with a jerk like Wade.
"Send another message and tell him that if he doesn't return this call, I will take 30% of the compensation that Weiland gave him last time as a task agency fee." He said again.
In an apartment somewhere in New York, Vanessa, who was watching TV with Wade, took the phone and said, "Maybe it's something important." Wade lazily slumped on the sofa, one hand holding her leg dishonestly: "I need to rest more. I was exhausted on the last mission."
Vanessa smiled and stepped on his face with her bare feet, pushing the lazy guy away: "It's been several months, haven't you rested enough?"
Wade was like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, and he refused to let go: "Honey, why do I need a break? Don't you know the answer?"
Vanessa gave him a coquettish look, ignored the strange number without any mark, and opened the new message.
After taking a look, she immediately threw the phone to Wade.
Wade was caught off guard and was hit on the bridge of his nose by the Nokia brick. He groaned in pain: "Ah, my face, my handsome face that can make a living!"
Vanessa: "Your old client contacted you and said that if you don't call him back, he will ask you for the agency fee for the Weiland assignment."
Wade covered his face and sneered: "Daydream! No one can take money from me..."
As a result, he saw Vanessa's half-smile, and he quickly added: "My money is your money."
Vanessa was angry and amused, and couldn't help pinching his face with her feet: "I want your money?"
Wade immediately shook his head: "No, you've been supporting me these days."
Vanessa was helpless: "Okay, hurry up and call. Didn't you say you wanted to have a Christmas party? Are you going to let your friends drink tap water if you don't have money?"
Wade said as he checked the messages on his phone, "It's Christmas! It's my favorite! It's just for the two of us. I'm not inviting anyone over. Well, even if they come, they have to bring their own drinks."
At this time, he finally saw the two text messages.
After a moment of hesitation, he tilted his head to think about it, and couldn't help but make a "q" sound, and immediately started dialing the number.
Vanessa wondered.
Is the person who made Wade so active really a regular customer? Or does he owe the other party a lot of money, such as... agency fees
Wade noticed her expression and silently mouthed "big guy".
Vanessa understood.
No matter how much money those customers give, in Wade's mouth they are just rich men, the only difference is their size.
Then, she saw a flattering smile on Wade's face: "Hey, Boss Luke, I haven't seen you for a long time. What business do you need from me?"
In the car, Luke smiled and said, "Mr. Wilson, it's really not easy to get through to you. I hope I won't disturb you."
Of course I disturbed her! Wade's hand was still holding Vanessa's leg. He muttered in his heart, but immediately denied it: "No, no. That information fee..."
Luke: "It's not convenient over the phone, let's talk in person."
Wade's face lit up with joy. "Ah, Boss Luke, I'm back in New York now. If you want to meet and discuss in detail, you may need to give me some travel expenses. I don't have high requirements for air tickets, business class is fine, and a four-star hotel is also OK. The last time I went to the Four Seasons Hotel, it didn't work. The toilet was leaking, and the dripping sound made me unable to sleep well for several days..."
This is just before Christmas, and I can take Vanessa to Los Angeles for a free vacation, and I can also go to the beach to sunbathe, and then hehe. Someone has tons of little ideas in his mind.
In the car, Selina couldn't help but curse her as a bitch.
Luke, however, remained calm.
You can be angry with anyone, but never be angry with Wade. That will only torture yourself. Happy Wade.
He simply interrupted, "Mr. Wilson, I'm in New York."
"... It would be best if there was a double bed in the room, a round one, so that I wouldn't roll over and fall. Uh, what did you say?" Wade said half a sentence before stopping and asking in astonishment.