Seeing the ruby red liquid in the vial in his hand, Sloan immediately expressed despair: "You know it all, why do you still torture me? You are crazy!"
Luke was a little embarrassed because he really didn't know.
This ruby red liquid was what the gangsters were looking for in the cruise hijacking incident that Robert and Catherine encountered last time.
The big strange octopus that appeared later also flocked to this thing.
Luke studied it for a while, but made no progress, so he put it aside for the time being.
In Tony Stark's ability, the level of drug research is not high, and it is not worth wasting this rare blood blue extract.
Its only test subject is the previous generation of ghost knight Castre, who is still alive and well.
Thinking of this, his heart moved: "Last summer, did your people hijack the Atlantic cruise ship and snatch the blood orchid extract?"
Sloan nodded dejectedly: "Yes."
Luke: "Why?"
"Someone bribed the workers and a guard at the plantation site, and stole a batch of blood orchid extract from the warehouse. After I found out, I sent someone to snatch it back," Sloan said.
Luke: "The news didn't leak out?"
Sloan: "I cleaned up the workers and guards over there, and I ordered someone to kill the pirates and messengers, and no one bothered me afterwards."
When asked here, Luke basically understood: the batch of blood orchid extract in his hand was originally the batch that was stolen by Sloan.
He thought for a while, and then asked: "That big boss of yours never thought about asking you to hand over this thing?"
Sloan: "Yes, I killed dozens of his bodyguards, sat on his bedside and talked once, and he didn't want any more."
Luke: ... Damn, you really know how to pretend.
But he thought about it again, even if he met Sloan, it would be very difficult to deal with this guy without primary annihilation.
Unable to kill, not afraid of pain, and able to recover quickly, coupled with arc shooting and physical explosion, there are not many people in this world who can stop Sloan from assassinating.
"He never thought of cooperating with you to get some life-saving medicine?" Luke was still a little curious about this.
Sloan: "Using too many bursts of physical energy will cause the body to fail and die. Using too many arc shots will cause brain damage and become an idiot. There must be a medicinal bath to recover, otherwise the more frequent the battle, the famous killer will die. The faster you die. How can I hand this thing over."
Luke rubbed his chin: "Then people don't use these two abilities anymore, and they can live a good life with peace of mind?"
Sloan smiled bitterly: "With this kind of power, who can resist using it."
Of course Luke understood.
This thing is Sloan's secret means of controlling the middle and high levels of the mutual aid society.
It's a pity that there is a cross, who is best at layout and ultra-long-range sniping. Without using physical burst and arc shooting, he tossed the mutual aid society enough. Sloan's check and balance method is not so effective for him.
But you can't say that Sloan is stupid.
The layout of the cross + ultra-long-range sniper is also a top talent.
The Mutual Aid Association specializes in this business and has cultivated countless killers over the years, but only this one weird one came out.
So far, Luke has figured out the issues related to the medicated bath.
Looking at Sloan, he said, "Any last words?"
Sloan stared at him closely: "I've said everything you want to know, so let me die more clearly."
Luke snorted, "Say it."
Sloane: "Who the hell are you?"
Luke: "Didn't you guess it? I am v."
Sloan: "Impossible, how could V be pretended by Night Demon!"
Pooh!
Sloane's eyes widened, and he felt as if his brain was being stabbed by a red-hot steel knife.
The next moment, his consciousness exploded and disappeared without a trace.
"Sorry, I just like to make people die without knowing why!" Luke withdrew his saber.
He saw in the system prompt that the experience points for killing Sloan had arrived in the account, and then he had a thought and put his body into the first space.
System: Found a collection of evil thoughts, can convert 1000 points or modify the function of the storage module, conversion/transformation
When Luke saw it, his eyes moved to the "fat cow pieces" and limb parts contributed by Sloan, and he also took them into the No. 1 space.
Sure enough, the system had another similar prompt, except that the convertible points were 900.
In other words, Sloan's entire package can convert almost two thousand experience points, which is one-tenth of the amount of Black Heart Demon.
Although not much, but always earned for nothing, worth it!
Thinking of this, Luke took out his mobile phone: "It's me, John Wick. I want to order dinner for 187 people, and the address is North Bergen Seventeen Textile Factory... I'm not kidding, I'm waiting at the door Half an hour for you."
With that said, he walked out all the way.
When he came to the city wall at the gate, he sat on a pile, dangling his legs, and hummed softly.
After snorting twice, Luke always felt that something was missing, so he put the set in his arms, with a bottle of beer and a pack of salted peanuts in his hand.
Taking a sip of beer and peeling two peanuts, he looked up at the sky: "Ah, it's a pity that there is no moon tonight. Amitabha, so good!"
Twenty minutes later, a van and a van drove up to the gate of the Seventeenth Textile Factory. The figure in a black suit was sitting on the city wall, like an idler drinking in a daze on his porch.
On the van, a skinny old man stepped down, raised his head and asked, "Are you sure, we can go in and clean?"
Luke nodded, didn't bother to say anything, just threw a cloth bag down casually.
The old man caught it lightly, opened the drawstring, and four neatly bundled stacks of gold coins appeared in front of his eyes.
This is the standard way of binding mainland gold coins, and there are fifty pieces in a stack.
John's gold coins have been used a lot, but of course it is not enough.
This is what Luke just dug out from the mutual aid club, and now it just happens to be used to collect the corpses of the mutual aid club members, and it can be considered to make the best use of it.
The old man raised his head again: "There are too many."
Luke peeled another peanut and threw it into his mouth: "Tip."
The old man was silent for a moment, raised his hand to take off his soft-brimmed hat, and bowed slightly: "It is my honor to serve you, Your Excellency."
At the same time, more than a dozen people who got off the large truck also bowed in unison, with extremely respectful expressions.
Luke just hummed and stood up.
The peanut shells of the wine bottle have already been put into the storage space before, and there is nothing worth staying here.
When the old man and the others looked up again, the figure on the city wall had disappeared.
The old man exhaled, turned his head and looked at the guy behind him: "Shut your mouth tightly, who will ask about tonight's situation, let them come to me, understand?"
Everyone: "Understood."
The old man took the lead, and was not too surprised to see the fallen corpses on several commanding heights.
When he stepped into the open main workshop, his complexion changed drastically like the boy behind him, and he whispered: "holyshxt!"
"omg!"
"o!"