Luke tapped his finger on the Coke bottle lightly: "I seemed to have asked if this information would allow me to find the target, and you said yes."
Wei Suo: "Fifty-four people, twelve of them showed up, that's not enough. What else do you want, when did I guarantee that it was 100% correct?"
Luke chuckled lightly: "Of the fifty-four people, twenty-five have no record, and the other ten... Mechanics, vindicators, executioners, white ghosts? Put your nickname on it! Do you think my time is worthless when you do this!"
Wei Suo lowered his face: "Not satisfied, I will go to other people to buy information in the future, and see who can fulfill your request, and walk slowly."
Luke sighed, took out his phone and sent a text message, then took his phone back and drank Coke.
Wei Suo was dissatisfied: "Didn't you hear? You can go."
Luke gestured to the Coke in his hand: "I paid for it, are you sure you want to drive me away?"
Weisuo moved his lips, and finally swallowed the words "yes" that came to his mouth.
Something was wrong with him.
The young man's attitude was abnormal.
After buying half of the fake documents for 20,000 US dollars, and being pushed back by him like this, Luke didn't even have the slightest intention to get angry.
Too many people are bluffing here, or holding grudges in their hearts. He has been in this business for many years, and he can easily tell the difference.
Wei Suo hesitated a little.
A few minutes later, Luke's cell phone rang. He picked it up and said a few words, then turned to look at the door.
Soon, two people walked in from the door.
Seeing Luke smiling and beckoning to them at the bar, the two of them walked over and sat down with a smile.
Luke: "John, Joe, what do you want to drink, I'm treating you today."
John McLean was still the flowered shirt and the parka jacket, the same lazy look who didn't care about everything.
Joe Lambert was wearing a baggy suit, not to mention a tie, and the buttons hadn't been buttoned yet, revealing a line of chest hair. Combined with his strong physique and facial features of Indian descent, he looked very wild.
Wissomer was silent.
He could see that these two guys were not easy to mess with, but there were many bad guys in this bar, and he was not afraid of them.
John and Joe ordered whiskey on the rocks for one and beer for the other.
The moment Wei Suo hesitated, Luke had already thrown a hundred-dollar bill into the glass jar: "What? You're not doing business anymore?"
Wei Suo's heart turned and he started to serve the wine anyway.
Everything is fake, and the hundred-dollar bill is not fake.
While chatting and laughing with Luke, John poured the whiskey that had just been placed in front of him into his mouth.
"Pfft!" He turned his head abruptly, and sprayed out half a mouthful of whiskey that he had taken into his mouth.
Joe drank beer calmly: "What's the matter? I drank too much last night, and now I feel nauseous?"
John wiped the corners of his mouth, but didn't reply. He looked at Luke suspiciously, but saw him smiling,
John looked at the whiskey in his hand again, and said hesitantly, "Luke, this...isn't it a "surprise" you gave me? This joke is not funny at all."
Luke shrugged: "No, the whiskey here has always been like this."
John was taken aback.
Joe also noticed the abnormality, took the whiskey and sniffed it, and laughed loudly: "This one has nothing like whiskey except the color."
At this time, Luke took out a few more hundred-dollar bills and threw them all into the glass jar: "Come on, serve all the wine here."
Wei Suo didn't move this time.
Luke raised his eyebrows: "What? Are you discriminating against us customers? Then don't blame me for complaining to you."
Wei Suo frowned, his eyes wandered for a moment, but he could only serve the wine.
He probably understood that Luke wanted to find fault.
If you chase someone away directly, the other party can really complain about him.
No one here takes the law seriously, but this is New York after all, not the wilderness, and the basic social rules must be followed.
After more than ten minutes, John and Joe had already had a great time.
"Hmm, this one doesn't smell like oak, but it smells like rubber. It's amazing."
"Here, try this. Plastic tequila, I've never tasted it in my life."
"Hey, this actually looks like it was blended with washing powder."
"Fuck, what is this? Why do I feel like I'm drinking toilet cleaner!"
"Oh, you used to drink toilet cleaner, no wonder I think your body looks more and more like a toilet."
"You should be drinking toilet cleaner because your mouth stinks like the toilet."
Wei Suo's face was full of black lines, while Luke and Selina were all smiling, watching the two middle-aged men with wicked tastes spout nonsense.
Wade felt that the atmosphere was not good, so he got up and slipped away, but was stopped by Luke: "You wait a while, it will be good for our future cooperation."
Wade hesitated for a moment, but still succumbed to the power of "Qian" from the big customer.
After working as a mercenary for so long, he certainly knows the truth behind the one thing in person.
The two didn't meet, so he could not answer the phone at all, at most he said that the phone was broken.
If you mess up after meeting, it will tear your face.
The 10,000 dollar knife in his pocket hadn't been warmed up yet, and now that his face was being torn apart, he might lose Luke, a big customer.
He didn't want to tear himself apart with anyone, but he didn't want to tear himself apart with money.
After John and Joe had had enough fun, Luke said, "Let's get down to business."
The smiles on John and Joe's faces stopped, and they stopped paying attention to those weird drinks.
Luke: "Remember what I mentioned to you in my text message?"
John squinted at Wei Suo, and the corner of his mouth was raised, in that classic casual way: "Is this guy trying to trick you?"
Joe also looked at Wei Suo: "Sure enough, he is a habitual criminal who sells counterfeit goods. There are so many wines that none of them are real."
John coughed: "The bottle of beer you drank should be real."
Qiao Hehe: "When it comes to 5.99 items, how does he cost them? Is it filled with water? That's not enough for labor costs."
Wei Suo's mouth twitched, speechless.
The fact is true, if not for the small difference in the price of beer, he would also pour fake wine into it.
John turned to look at Luke: "What do you want to do? Let him eat in prison or take him back for a little education?"
Luke shook his head: "We are law-abiding citizens. Well, I heard you have old friends in ATF (American Administration of Alcohol, Tobacco, Weapons, and Explosives)?"
John didn't take it seriously: "Although it's useless to have a good relationship, there are three or five who can say hello."
Luke pointed to a pile of fake wine in front of them: "This thing should belong to them, right?"
John scratched his rising hairline: "The ones I know mainly deal with weapons and explosives, but I can call them and ask them."
After speaking, he took out his mobile phone and made two calls.
The first one hung up after a few words, and the second one said a few words, then he looked at Luke: "How far do you think?"