In fact, among the more than 30 people on the killer list handed over by Wade, 20 of them were bullshit.
For example, guys like Kincaid who are engaged in retirement are on the list, which fully demonstrates that this list is unreliable.
Luke had used secret channels to ask the old man yesterday, and it turned out that there were at least eight "legendary" killers on Wade's list.
To be precise, they all left legends in the killer world, but either there has been no news for several years, or they have been confirmed to have retired or died.
For example, one of them is called John Wick, the acquaintance that Kincaid mentioned to Luke last time. He retired and got married a few years ago.
Like Kincaid, it was impossible for him to come out to take on the mission.
What’s even more ridiculous is that there are a few familiar faces on this list.
Rebecca the Redback Spider, Mr. X, Firefox, and Cross, all of them are, or were, famous killers of the Mutual Aid Society.
I don't know where Wade got their names from and how he put them on the list.
Of course, Luke knew that these people would not come to kill him, because separation and infighting have been the main themes of the mutual aid association in the past year.
Mr. X was even killed by Luke himself. Could he turn into a ghost and cause trouble for Luke
Considering that Wade's nonsense was too outrageous, Luke smiled in front of him, but turned around and took a black account of this guy.
Fortunately, Wade still has many advantages, otherwise Luke wouldn't mind killing this guy who gives false information.
In his life, he is not afraid of informants who ask for high prices, but he hates scammers who give false information the most.
So, his original plan to challenge the killer tour group gathered in New York alone turned into the current Double V Plan the night before.
Luke had money anyway, and he didn't think some money-hungry mercenary would have the fortitude to resist the temptation of two and a half million in cash.
Plus the two and a half million afterwards, double the two and a half million, which suits Wade, the bitch, very well.
Of course, he didn't intend to kill Wade.
Being foul-mouthed is not a crime punishable by death.
Well, it’s probably because Luke seldom interacts with Wade, otherwise he would also have the idea that “it’s better for people with bad mouths to die.”
If nothing unexpected happens, Wade will suffer a lot tonight.
But Dingtian was seriously injured and it was not easy to die.
Luke watched Xiao Wo constantly modifying and perfecting the action plan on the virtual light screen. He took a sip of the Pu'er in front of him and said, "I hope there aren't too many smart people."
There are too many smart people in the killer group, so his experience points gained tonight will be greatly reduced, which undoubtedly wastes these days of preparation and planning.
Looking at the 3,000,000 upgrade experiences at this level, Luke felt that it was still necessary for him to work hard.
Well, Wade and Wiseau, this pair of wretched good friends, should also try harder!
…
At this moment, Viso from Harlem was looking at the various people who came into his bar one after another with a confused look on his face, and the hairs on his body stood up.
Although his shabby bar opens at noon, most people choose to show up after five o'clock.
But shortly after the store opened at noon today, a stranger appeared after only three or five old customers arrived.
And as time went on, more and more strangers showed up at his bar.
The bar, which usually could accommodate more than 30 people and was considered "packed", had 60 people squeezed in before 6:30 in the afternoon.
The strange thing is that these people came alone and had no intention of chatting with others.
Moreover, these people either asked for water or drinks. Occasionally, some asked for wine but they didn't even drink a sip. Most of them just sat there playing with their mobile phones.
If that were all, Visuo would have nothing to complain about.
The afternoon is not his peak time for selling fake liquor, so it doesn’t matter if these take up space and he doesn’t order a second round.
But looking at the more than thirty "familiar" faces among these strangers, Visuo felt that his true identity might have been exposed. Yes, these thirty people were all in the assassin intelligence he gave to Luke.
Are they all here to settle accounts with me? But there shouldn't be more than 30 of them coming at once!
But why didn't they do anything? Weisuo's heart was beating fast, and his legs were shaking slightly, but he didn't dare to move, so he could only stay at the bar.
No one wanted drinks, no one talked, and the bar was as quiet as a cemetery.
Several regular customers of the bar sensed a strange atmosphere and decisively got up and slipped away.
Those who do illegal work are much more sensitive to danger than ordinary people, and have long realized that these strangers are not to be trifled with.
Whether Visuo lives or dies has nothing to do with them, just don't go and die.
Just as Visuo stood stiffly with cold sweat on his back, his cell phone suddenly rang.
The originally quiet bar suddenly became so noisy that you could hear a pin drop, and everyone's eyes were on him.
Viso was terrified and didn't dare to move a single hair on his body. He just stood at the bar with a rag in one hand.
The phone rang until it disconnected naturally, and he didn't dare to answer it.
He noticed that disappointment flashed in many people's eyes.
Suddenly, the phone rang again.
This time, everyone in the bar looked away and stopped looking at him.
Weisuo still didn't dare to move.
"Hurry up and answer the phone, turn on speakerphone, or you will die." A voice filled with suppressed anger rang out in the crowd.
Visuo was stunned for a moment, looking at the people who were still motionless, and finally took out his mobile phone and pressed the answer button and the speakerphone button.
"V will appear at Quagmire Park in the southwest corner of Staten Island at 6:30 pm. Remember to transfer the 500,000 yuan information fee to the account I left for you." A female voice said this quickly and hung up the phone.
Weisuo: “Huh?”
Ding Dong, a text message alert sound rang out.
With this sound, the bar suddenly came alive.
Everyone started to stand up and quickly headed for the door.
Weisuo stared at all this in a daze, his mind in a mess: What the hell is going on
Until a woman walked up to him and held out her hand: "Give me your phone."
Weisuo subconsciously handed over the phone.
The woman frowned: "Put it down."
Weisuo hurriedly did as he was told.
The woman pulled out a tissue, and with a look of disgust, she picked up the phone through the tissue, clicked on the text message and took a look, then took out her titanium phone, took a picture, threw down Viso's Nokia brick and left.
After more than ten seconds, Weisuo withdrew his gaze from the door. Looking at the bar that was as deserted as a real haunted house, he shuddered all over: "Am I seeing a ghost? What is going on?"
…
Luke looked at the footage on the drone and raised the corner of his mouth: Judging from the quantity, today's harvest should not be too small.
Selina's voice came: "In addition to the sixty-five people in the bar, there are seven people outside the bar. They should be killers in some partner operations."
"Got it. I'll be careful." Luke chuckled. "Besides, don't I have the 'strongest' teammate tonight? I trust him."