Vanessa's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hands: "Who... hit you?"
Wade said without hesitation: "A bunch of tough guys, they surrounded me and beat me up. I couldn't hide from them."
Vanessa reached out and touched him, causing him to groan in pain again.
She frowned and immediately got up: "Put on your clothes and go to the hospital."
Wade was shocked: "No, I don't have insurance."
Vanessa: "At least check for internal injuries. It looks serious."
Wade shook his head repeatedly: "It's just flesh wounds, no internal injuries."
Vanessa was furious: "Look at yourself in the mirror. You look like a Dalmatian. Well, it's a defective one with too many and too big spots. Does that look okay?"
Hearing this, Wade also got up and looked at his back in the big mirror at the end of the bed, and immediately sighed: "Ah, my handsome trapezius muscles, handsome latissimus dorsi muscles, and the sexiest American buttocks!"
Vanessa ignored his nonsense and continued to put on her clothes: "Don't lie around, hurry up, I'll go to the hospital with you."
A moment later, Wade, with a look of pain on his face, was dragged downstairs by Vanessa. The two took a taxi and went to the hospital.
At this moment, a certain mercenary had only one thought in his mind: Fortunately, I am a rich man, otherwise I would go bankrupt after this trip to the hospital.
As Wade said before, he did not buy medical insurance, and often went to black clinics, which were cheap and convenient, but the medical level was worrying.
But now he is also a rich man, and he still has a balance of 2.5 million waiting to be collected.
Thinking of this, although his back still hurt, he felt relieved. At least the medical expenses were just a drop in the bucket for him now.
Wade didn't know that the bruises on his back could have been avoided.
It's just that someone, out of dissatisfaction with him providing false information, deliberately omitted the hard cushioning layer in this V-shaped combat suit, so it has the special effect of "pain without holes".
It will only hurt for a few days anyway, it's just a minor punishment.
…
Luke and his companion arrived at the police station and went to Dustin's place for a while, but they were actually caught.
"I just received a case. Here is the relevant information. You can go and take a look." He threw out a not-too-thick document.
Luke flipped through two pages and raised his head with a strange expression: "Family dispute?"
Dustin pointed upwards: "Temporary mission."
Luke understood immediately: "Is it the trouble from above?"
Dustin: "What else do you think it is."
Luke: "Then you can ask John or Joe to go."
These two old hands must have mature routines for dealing with this kind of trouble.
Dustin raised three fingers. "First, the higher-ups asked me to send out elite troops. Your crime-solving rate is recorded in the files, so this condition is very suitable. Second, you are the least busy group in the bureau these days, so I have to temporarily transfer the others back. Third, compared to your ability to handle cases, I think your looks may play a greater role."
Selina blinked and couldn't help but speak: "What does this have to do with the face?"
Dustin sighed, "Generally speaking, we don't rely on looks when solving cases, but this couple is famous for looking at faces. They don't even bother to talk to people who are a little ugly."
Selina was stunned: "Huh?"
Dustin: "Do you think John and the others don't know about this family? If you have time, go ask them what they went through last time. So, it's yours."
Luke and the other man almost simultaneously thought of someone's absurdly high hairline. They looked at each other, their minds full of thoughts.
Looking at the two people looking at each other in bewilderment, Dustin encouraged casually: "Come on, use the advantages of your two faces to get rid of this couple in a few moves."
But he felt that this could easily lead to ambiguity, so he added: "You must do a good job of saving face, and you can't be found to be perfunctory, ok?"
Luke handed the file to Selina: "Who is this family?"
Dustin: "They donate several million dollars to various departments in New York City every year, and the specific share of each department changes every year. The most NYPD received was 2 million dollars, and the least was only 500,000. There is no limit on the use of donations. Do you understand?"
Luke and Selina smiled at the same time: "I see, he's a rich man."
Dustin snorted, "The Commissioner's boss has the same last name as this family, do you understand?"
Luke was speechless, indicating that he understood.
After knowing the situation, the two of them decisively slipped out of the office.
What's so great about being rich? Well, it's great, and they are both great now.
But this family’s surname is even more remarkable.
As soon as they left the office, they were arrested again.
Elizabeth stood outside with a smile on her face: "You guys are so hard to find."
Luke and the other man smiled and greeted each other. He said, "Why don't you just give me a call? What's the matter?"
Elizabeth looked at him for a moment before she said, "Have you forgotten?"
Luke was confused: "Huh?"
Elizabeth reluctantly reminded, "That new family party of yours."
Luke patted his head and said, "Sorry, it's my fault."
He had just finished decorating his new house and was busy taking care of his new "territory", so he cleared out a group of elite monsters and had no idea about this.
Elizabeth smiled and said nothing more.
This was actually what Dustin and Elsa came up with.
But it seemed inappropriate to let these two ask eagerly, so in the end she, Luke's student, had to speak up.
Luke thought for a moment and said, "Tonight? You go back and tell Elsa, and I'll tell Dustin."
Elizabeth nodded. "Okay. You guys have been so busy these days that I can't find anybody. I have no choice but to look for someone to spy on me."
Luke didn't take it too seriously, instead he joked, "You did a meticulous job on this intelligence work, even getting it inside the Detective Bureau, you deserve praise. Let me see who your informant is?"
Elizabeth turned sideways, smiled slightly at the two men not far away, and nodded: "Your two new colleagues are surprisingly easy to talk to."
When Luke saw the two men, he couldn't help but smile: "That's a conditioned reflex."
Elizabeth chuckled: "Well, Detective Beckett is really good."
Luke nodded. "Beckett is quite good at handling cases. Don't be fooled by her pretty appearance. She has a strong personality. If she wasn't strong, she wouldn't be the leader of their group."
Selina burst out laughing. "Javier and Ryan are used to being controlled by Beckett, right? Seeing you is like seeing your boss."
Elizabeth continued to smile: "I don't know about that."
Luke said helplessly, "They are here to train at the Detective Bureau, and they will have to go back to the 12th Precinct in a while. And Beckett is said to be the head of the Serious Crime Unit, so he will probably be their immediate superior. Can't we be disrespectful?"