Luke took another sip of Coke slowly and said, "I won't force you to hurt those 'cute' masked men. I only care about those killers."
Wade: ... Damn it! Why is it like this again
Only then did he remember that although vigilantes were not liked by the police, the killer was undoubtedly a more suitable target, and the one in front of him happened to be a policeman.
I just don't know what the heck is going on here with the LAPD police coming to steal NYPD's job.
But none of this has anything to do with him.
Luke took another sip of Coke and gently shook the bottle in his hand, watching the soy sauce-colored liquid foam up. "Find out the information of a killer. Depending on how dangerous they are, each person will be charged between one hundred and one thousand dollars."
"So little?" Wade couldn't help but lose his voice.
Luke chuckled: "This is the information fee. I only want the common information about their appearance, body shape, origin, nickname, etc. I'm not asking you to hack them to death."
Wade listened and started to think about it.
This huge reward will at least attract dozens or even hundreds of killers looking to get rich, and there will definitely be some very powerful ones among them.
He didn't need to find out everything about the other party, such as where he was staying.
As long as he heard it, he would report it to this rich man, and maybe he could get some information fees in return.
A few dozen is too few, so why not falsely report it as more than a hundred? In that case, he can get tens of thousands of dollars.
Thinking this in his heart, he smiled and said, "This is too low, isn't it? Boss, how about adding a little more?"
Luke: "You think it's too little? Then let's calculate my agency fee first. In your industry, the agency fee should be 10-30%. I'll take the middle value of 15%. Last time you made at least seven figures. I'll take the lowest one million, and 15% is 150,000..."
When Wade heard that he suddenly had a six-figure "debt", he decisively raised his hands in surrender: "Ok, I think the price you offered is very reasonable, and I can't wait to start working. It's a deal, byebye!"
As he said this, he drank the half glass of whiskey which was filled with ice water in one gulp, then stood up and ran away.
Luke stood up with the Coke in his hand and called Selina: "Let's go."
The bartender not far away suddenly said: "I can also provide information here, just use the price you mentioned, how about it?"
Luke chuckled: "Aren't you afraid that Wade will cause trouble for you?"
The bartender curled his lips: "Let him be good at killing people, but when it comes to finding information, he's just a little brother."
Luke hummed, turned his head and looked at the guests in the bar: "You are not going to sell me the information about these people?"
The bartender shrugged. "If it's possible, I wouldn't mind. But the people here probably don't have the killer certificate of that company, so they can't get the bounty mission. Otherwise, why would they sit here and drink so honestly?"
Luke: "How long will it take you?"
Bartender: "You can come the day after tomorrow night."
Luke nodded when he heard that: "Deal." Then he took a step forward and was about to leave.
The bartender called him again: "Wait."
Luke: “Hmm?”
Bartender: "You're new here, so I need to collect a deposit. Note, it's a deposit."
Luke casually reached into his pocket and threw a roll of green bills into the glass jar. “Then you better work harder, don’t let even the deposit be used up.”
After watching Luke and Selina leave, the bartender had already taken out the roll of dollars from the glass jar, put it under the counter, and quickly ordered it.
"A customer who can please Wade is really a rich man!" the bartender murmured.
Luke gave a standard hundred-dollar super coupon, twenty coupons per roll, which is two thousand US dollars.
The maximum deposit in their industry is 50% of the remuneration, but only people with good reputation and strong ability can get it. Normally, they get 20% first.
This means that Luke ordered intelligence worth 10,000 US dollars from him.
This is a rare big deal.
With this in mind, the bartender quickly walked to the bar, picked up the phone and started talking.
…
As soon as Luke arrived at the laboratory, Robert called him: "Please receive the fax. I have sent you the sketch."
Luke hung up the phone, looked at the fax that had just been sent, and said, "Xiaowo, compare this picture with the suspected targets in the database, and notify me when there is a result."
After giving the order, he looked at the sketch and murmured, "It is indeed very fierce, but he has the aura of a big boss. He should be more popular than Robert."
The man in the sketch had small eyes, a big nose, a trapezoidal face, a crew cut, a stern expression, and a strong body.
Yes, this is a full body sketch.
After studying the sketch for a while, Luke laughed and said, "Catherine's painting skills have been picked up again. The level is really good."
He casually put the sketch into the storage space and added two points to the spirit again, making it 39.
Looking at the number 39, he was full of anticipation: "Tomorrow, I'll know what it feels like to be 40."
When Luke and Selina went home to rest, Manhattan at night was extremely lively.
There are people at many commanding heights and suitable observation positions in Clinton and Harlem.
From time to time, two people would look into each other's eyes while holding telescopes.
At the beginning, everyone was able to maintain a tacit understanding.
They are all professionals who came for the 10 million yuan reward, and few of them want to waste their time on other colleagues.
But as the two killers' telescopes unexpectedly met, the situation of "confirming through eye contact that they were archenemies" occurred.
There are not many killers with good tempers, so the two of them started the fight decisively.
After a burst of intermittent gunfire, a man fell from the roof of the fifth floor and landed on the street.
Not long after, the patrol car arrived.
The resident who called the police mentioned that there was a sniper rifle next to the deceased.
When the operator first heard the call to the police, he thought the other party was joking.
There are many people who own guns in the United States, but those who own high-end items like sniper rifles are either enthusiast collectors or professionals.
Shortly after the patrol officers arrived at the scene, they reported the situation to headquarters.
The deceased was dressed in black and had all kinds of equipment on him, which was quite expensive, but not the style of the police or military.
Plus that SIGSSG sniper rifle, this is clearly not some collector or enthusiast’s item.
These people would only stay in the house and look at the huge collections on the gun rack with satisfaction, and at most go to the shooting range to fire a few shots and then call it a day. They would not climb up to the rooftop of an apartment building in the middle of the night, fully armed with sniper rifles, to enjoy the cold wind.
As the police entered the scene as if they were facing a powerful enemy, the scene gradually became chaotic.
Finally, after the second pair of killers with a grudge started fighting and accidentally injured a policeman, NYPD became furious like a cat with its anus stabbed.
Not only did a large number of patrol police cars rush to the crime scene in Harlem, but helicopters were also dispatched to search the rooftops of various buildings in an attempt to spot suspicious persons.
Two SWAT teams also arrived, ready to fight with those professionals at any time.
In panic, most of the killers chose to retreat.
There is no reward for killing the police, and the target is nowhere to be found. They are crazy to provoke NYPD.