Even so, Luke can actually earn a hundred experience points by wandering around for two or three hours at night.
These experience points mainly come from the Harlem area, where the law and order is a big problem.
It also doesn't have the "Hell's Kitchen" nickname of the Clinton District, and in fact there are as many petty thefts, robberies and fights.
After a few days, Luke always went out at night with the mood of brushing little wild monsters, so he must come here for a walk.
One hundred experience points for one night is not much, but if he came around every day, he could earn at least three or four thousand experience points a month, which is not a small amount.
The point is, the experience points are endless.
It is also impossible for him to beat all the punks into serious injuries because of these petty fights.
It's like ordinary people can't slap others just because they run a red light, it's not that far.
Within days, a new urban horror legend had begun to circulate in Harlem.
Many gangsters said that they had run into a ghost at night, and this ghost was on the righteous side, specially stunned them when they were stealing and robbing.
Every time they would wake up after a few minutes, and then they would feel a little headache and dizziness, but nothing hurt, as if they were possessed by ghosts.
Of course, those people actually had small red dots on their heads that were knocked out by small steel balls.
But because of skin color and personal hygiene problems, these people didn't notice the little red dot, which made it more like a ghost story.
Luke didn't know about this, mainly because the level of this rumor was too low-level, and Xiaosnail didn't collect it.
That night, he went for a stroll in Harlem as usual. When the car drove through a small street, he frowned and looked at the counterfeit mobile phone on the dashboard, which was the picture from the external monitoring device.
Adjusting the camera, he saw a person sitting on the fire iron stairs on the third floor next to him, holding a huge professional camera in his hand and clicking there.
What Luke dislikes the most is being photographed, so he doesn't like people who click around him.
In the monitoring program, it is also very sensitive to this kind of sneak shot, so this person was discovered.
Moreover, this is New York at eight o'clock in the winter night.
There are no street lights in this small street, and ordinary cameras can't take pictures without flash lights.
Professional paparazzi? His frown became more pronounced.
After parking the car in an alley not far away, he changed his expression, put on his backpack and walked into the apartment building next to him.
The man on the third floor put down the camera in his hand at this moment, picked up the vodka on the iron stairs beside him and took a big gulp.
Looking at the second floor opposite, a big black man seemed to be thinking about something in front of the window, until he was hugged by a hot black girl with only wisps of hair and made out.
She couldn't help but picked up the wine again, Gululu took another big gulp.
"So, this is really your main business." A faint voice suddenly sounded not far above her head.
While drinking, she took a sip and sprayed the wine out of her mouth. At the same time, she looked up quickly and saw a figure in a gray-black hooded sweater coming down the fire stairs on the upper floor.
She raised her hand, wiped her mouth with her sleeve, then squinted her eyes to look at this person, recalling the familiar voice, her complexion changed: "Is it you?"
Luke came down and raised his hood slightly so that she could see most of his face: "Miss Jones, long time no see, you are still so dedicated."
Jessica Jones subconsciously looked at the camera and the wine bottle beside her, and suddenly said, "You, how did you find me?"
Luke walked down, sat on the stairs next to her, and looked in the direction she was looking at before: "I was just passing by, but I found someone with a professional camera on the third floor. You must understand the danger of my profession, and you thought it was They're secretly filming me."
Having said that, he paused for a moment, then turned to the opposite side of the street with a teasing look on his face: "I didn't expect that you would also accept this kind of "traditional" business?"
In the room on the second floor diagonally opposite, the black man and woman were already leaning together, their expressions and behaviors very intimate.
Jessica opened her mouth: "...you say yes, so be it."
Luke shrugged, took out a bag of things from his backpack and handed it to her: "Don't just drink, but also eat some snacks. Otherwise, your work will be so boring."
Jessica looked at the Chinese characters on the package and was at a loss: "What is this?"
"Squid shreds." Luke said, "If you don't like it, this is fine."
As he spoke, he took out another bag of things from his backpack and stuffed it into her hand.
Jessica looked at the packaging bag that was still in Chinese characters: "What is this?"
Luke: "Spicy fries. I eat them for fun when I'm bored, similar to... spicy fries?"
While talking, he took out a lollipop and tore it open. Just as he was about to stuff it into his mouth, he suddenly turned to look at her: "Could it be that you still prefer lollipops?"
In less than a second, there was a third item in Jessica's hand.
After hesitating for a while, she chose to open the shredded squid and stuffed one into her mouth.
It's not delicious, and it's not bad, but after she took another sip of vodka, she felt okay.
"Don't want to talk about your job?" Luke asked with the lollipop in his hand, pointing to the camera she put on the other side.
Jessica paused for a moment with the hand holding the shredded squid, but said involuntarily, "Actually, it's not work."
"Huh?" Luke expressed his doubts appropriately.
Jessica: "It's... a private matter."
Luke looked at the tall and strong black man in the man and woman opposite and asked, "You have a crush on him? That's not enough to secretly take pictures of the couple's private life."
Jessica glared at him angrily, but couldn't help saying, "That's not his girlfriend, she's a married woman."
Luke: "... So, it's still business?"
Jessica sighed, and suddenly felt that she wanted to tell all the past that troubled her.
After hesitating for a long time, she dismissed the idea and asked instead, "Why do I seldom dream at night after I talked to you last time?"
Of course Luke knew what she was referring to.
It was nothing more than the mixed application of spiritual communication and basic hypnosis, and then borrowed the power overflow when the spiritual attribute broke through to 40, to give her a powerful brainwashing.
Although it won't cure the root cause, it will alleviate her mental problems in a short time.
Luke ran up, also wanting to observe the current mental state of the test product and evaluate the curative effect after the last shot.
Moreover, he also learned Kilgrave's primary pheromone manipulation.
But he is not Kilgrave, no matter in terms of money or appearance, he has enough capital to seduce girls.
This ability is only used as a tool for handling cases.
At most, he only releases a small amount of it to other women, just to make them feel good about him, and he uses it cautiously.
And Jessica herself is a victim of this ability, so what if he uses this ability to heal her psychological trauma