Mies was silent for a moment: "How will I notify you when it's over?"
Luke fumbled again from his pocket, took out a business card, flicked it lightly, and it spun and flew towards Smith's chest.
With a slight movement of Smith's hand holding the child, he clamped the business card: "What do you want?"
Luke tilted his head and thought for a while: "Maybe, it's just an answer?"
With that said, he turned and opened the door: "The last question, why do you want to protect this little baby?"
Smith was silent for a moment: "no-en, no-'s-the-rules." (No women, no children, these are the rules.)
Hearing this, Luke turned his head, nodded to Smith in the dark corner, and stepped out of the room.
Smith frowned and listened to the sound of footsteps going away. He didn't ask until Miss Donna came in after a while, "Quintano, are they gone?"
Donna Quintano was the woman with a big heart like Serina, she was bewildered: "Let's go, I watched them go downstairs."
Smith exhaled, quickly put the business card in his pocket into his pocket, and then silently recited the address just now, then walked to the bed and grabbed the stack of green bills.
Donna's eyes widened: "Where did this come from?"
Smith was silent for a moment, and then said: "Commission." After speaking, he also put the banknotes in his pocket.
"Now, take care of him for one day, five thousand dollars, deal?" He raised the baby in his hand as a gesture, and looked at Donna.
Donna bit her lip and remained silent.
Here, Luke took Selina downstairs and went out, turned around and looked at the building behind him for a moment, and the corner of his mouth raised: "I keep meeting rich people lately!"
Driving on the road, the two did not go back to the police station, but went straight home.
After Selena finished washing, she came out to the kitchen, looked at Luke who was busy there, hesitated, and asked, "Do you need to talk to me?"
Luke hummed: "The phone?"
Selena said nothing.
Luke continued to chop vegetables, moving quickly, but without the slightest impatience.
Precise, efficient, amazing control, only the swishing sound of the blade cutting through the vegetables
"It's Dustin calling, telling me that someone from the headquarters has taken over the Esworth Park case." He said calmly.
Selena was surprised: "Dustin, he..."
The movement of Luke's hands stopped, and then continued: "I thought about this problem, it should have nothing to do with him. He is not an aptain yet, and his official accent is not that professional. He is just relaying the orders of a certain boss."
Selena breathed a sigh of relief.
Dustin and Elsa are very appetizing to her. These two bosses are really good after getting along for a long time.
Especially compared with that cheapskate Berrick, these two bosses are even more outstanding, with top-notch ability to take the blame.
"You..." Selena uttered the word, then stopped suddenly, and then changed the subject: "When is dinner?"
Luke chuckled: "Twenty minutes at most, you can watch TV first."
Selena hummed, and went back to the living room. She thought for a moment, and finally turned on the TV: "... Senator Henry Esworth recently proposed a new bill. It advocates purifying the social environment, controlling the proliferation of guns, and restoring a peaceful campus. space… "
She was stunned, turned down the volume of the TV, watched it for a few minutes, and then took out the phone: "Sonia, how is the investigation of Luca Barton's situation?"
…
After dinner, Luke went to the garage and let Selena train by herself.
Selena looked at his back, curled her lips, and went to wash the dishes by herself.
Now, in order to save time, there is already a modified dishwasher at home. She only needs to put the tableware in it, and put it back in the cabinet after washing, drying and disinfecting.
Half an hour later, Luke appeared outside a dilapidated apartment building in a black Ford SUV.
He lay comfortably on the flat driver's seat, watching the video clips on the tablet in his hand.
Another tablet is stuck in the center console, with a picture of the apartment building on it.
Looking at the video he just received in his hand, Luke sneered: "These people are really well informed, and they found the psychological treatment center so quickly."
While muttering, he looked at the monitor on the center console.
In the picture, the apartment building has been abandoned, but there are faint lights in several windows on the fifth floor.
At this moment, five men in black are on the ground floor, one is prying open the door, and the other four are onlookers.
Luke turned on the radio to hear their conversation clearly.
"There are so many abandoned apartment buildings in this city, how can the boss be sure that guy is here? Another lucky guess?"
"No, he doesn't rely on guessing. He can detect things we can't see. He used to be an FBI behavior analysis expert."
The boss who was knocking on the door turned his head helplessly: "Forensic Behavioral Consultant. How many times have I said this, can you stop adding a new title to my professional resume every time? Details, details determine everything in this field. "
As he spoke, he exerted force on his hand, and with a click, the door opened.
He pushed the door and wanted to go in.
The four men swarmed up and grabbed him: "But, don't you think it's better to go last? Boss."
Wearing black-rimmed glasses and a bushy beard, the boss grinned: "The leader who hides behind can only eat leftovers. First come, first served, this is the truth."
With that said, he took the lead and walked in.
Luke raised his eyebrows.
This guy is very interesting!
He sat up and didn't get out of the car in a hurry, but just adjusted the radio.
"... Violence is the most interesting and worth seeing thing in this world." The boss's words were full of expectations.
Luke sneered: The premise is that the person being violently ravaged is not himself.
"Send me a manpower, at least fifty. Our Mr. Smith is a sharpshooter. He has won many British racing shooting competitions at the age of sixteen." The boss began to issue orders in a low voice.
Luke knew it in his heart: no wonder that Mr. Smith felt so obvious to him.
In a sense, this dude is an existence that is going the same way as Luke is now.
Accurate, efficient, ruthless, stable, and with a big heart, it is no wonder that Mr. Smith's expression remained calm when he said that he had killed more than 20 gunmen.
This is a born killer.
What's interesting is that Mr. Smith's character should be a ruthless guy who can do anything bad for money, but it's also this guy who is trying to protect the little baby.
Luke shook his head and laughed, pulled off his hood, put on his hood, opened the door and got out of the car.
…
"Do you know what the most annoying plot is when I watch a movie?" The bearded man asked softly facing a group of people who were quietly pouring into the lobby on the ground floor of the apartment building.
The gunmen in black looked at each other.
"I hate the director always letting go of the good guy who came out to be a hero." The bearded man smiled and said, "So, don't let it happen to you, my money is not so easy to get."