That night, someone held the little golden pig in his hand and took a long time to fall asleep.
Outside the window, the night is as cool as water, full of stars.
The third day is the real rest day.
Selena's birthday party is over, and Luke has nothing to worry about.
He also resolutely refused Robert's offer to play a rapid-fire game.
He doesn't want Robert or others to be unlucky, so he can only lose on purpose, which is a waste of time.
Bored, he finished his breakfast and read documents on the sofa with a notebook.
In the living room, the two little guys were playing games while shouting.
Luke looked at the information for a while, and finally threw the notebook angrily, and stood up: "Enough is enough."
The two little guys turned their heads in a daze: "Huh?"
He walked over and snatched Claire's handle: "You three-rate chicken pecking at each other, you have the nerve to scream so loudly, it's time to show your real skills."
A few minutes later, Luke's wild laughter sounded: "Hahahaha, look at my 18-stroke combo, ah, blah, blah, blah..."
Joseph hung down the handle in despair, watching his fighting mission on the screen being beaten up by the characters controlled by Luke all the way to the sky, and he couldn't even fall to the ground.
On the screen, 1, 2, 3... 18 hit's bright red fonts burst out continuously, and in the last long scream, Joseph's character rushed to the street.
Looking at Luke who was laughing wildly like the fighting characters, Joseph rolled his eyes and gave the handle to Claire: "You go."
Within two minutes, a sad and mournful little girl screamed from the TV speakers: "Ah~~~"
The teenage high school students on screen were also beaten to death.
Claire glared angrily at a certain elder brother who was proud of herself beside her: "You are stupid!"
Luke: "Where did I go? I didn't hang up."
Claire: "How can you beat me to the sky and win? It's not fair."
Luke: "That's the combo set by the game itself, blame me!"
During the morning, Luke changed games one by one, and abused the two little guys.
When Catherine came back at noon, she was surprised to see him sitting alone in the living room reading his notebook, and the two little guys had disappeared.
"What about them?" Catherine knew that these two little guys were still very sticky to Luke, especially since he came back for a long time.
Luke smiled: "I beat them in the game, so they went to Thalia and the others with the game console."
Catherine couldn't laugh or cry: "You...you don't have to work so hard, do you?"
Luke laughed dryly: "On a whim, I forgot to let them."
Catherine shook her head and went to the kitchen, too lazy to talk about him.
Of these three guys, one is willing to fight, and the other is willing to suffer. Don't blame anyone.
It was a peaceful day until the evening when Luke received a call.
Looking at the number, he picked it up with a smile: "Palmer, you rarely call me."
Over there Palmer was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "Yes, so... I need you for something."
Luke patted his forehead speechlessly, and hummed: "I'm listening."
Palmer knew that he didn't like nonsense, and it was good to just talk about something, so he got straight to the point: "Martin slipped away from the nursing home."
Luke remained silent and continued to listen.
It's not a big deal to slip away, and it's not his turn to find someone. He's still in Texas.
Unless Martin sneaks back to his hometown of El Paso, which is closer to Shackford.
Palmer was silent again.
Luke was not in a hurry, and took a sip of his teacup leisurely.
"Martin went to find Dito Flores," Palmer finally said.
Luke thought for a while, and probably remembered the name: "The leader of the Flores family in Mexico?"
Palmer: "Yes."
"Why? Martin is not from your DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration)." Luke asked.
Palmer sighed again: "I accidentally found a clue during my investigation. Martin...'s wife was killed by Dito, and she was still pregnant at the time."
Luke put his hand on his forehead.
What the hell is revenge for killing his wife and taking away his son! In the list of deep hatred and hatred, it is definitely among the top three.
Dito Flores did it all.
With Martin's temper, this guy might be cold.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked.
Palmer was silent again, only the faint exhalation on the receiver, letting Luke know that she hadn't hung up.
"Help, bring Martin back," Palmer said.
Luke: "With Martin's strength, I was more likely to save Dito Flores' life in the past."
Martin is a retired Marine and a quasi-marksman.
As long as he has a sniper rifle and enough preparations, it is not difficult for Martin to kill Dito.
Luke felt that there was no need for him to go there.
For a big dealer like Dito Flores, Luke didn't kill this guy simply because the road was too far away.
Palmer: "Martin is just one person, Dito has more than 20 bodyguards, and there are more men to support him at any time. Moreover, Martin's mental state is very bad recently. You should know how much this affects the battle, right? ?”
Luke pondered for a moment, then said, "I'll call you later."
After hanging up the phone of Agent Big Beauty, he immediately called Roger: "Dude, how are you doing recently?"
Roger didn't answer for a while, but Luke vaguely heard the sound of chewing, indicating that he was eating.
After a while, Roger's somewhat vague voice sounded: "That's it, still on vacation."
Luke listened to sporadic voices in the distance coming from the receiver, not in English, but in Spanish.
He couldn't help laughing: "Go to Mexico for vacation?"
Roger: "Well, Trish told you?"
Luke laughed: "Oh, I dare not harass your barrister, only you can bear her aura, right?"
In fact, Luke felt that "enjoyment" was more in line with Roger's attitude towards his wife Trish.
Enjoying the oppression of the aura of a strong lawyer woman is not something that any man can do.
Roger didn't hear what Luke said, but laughed instead: "Yes. So Dustin told you?"
Luke coughed softly: "No, Palmer called just now and told me that Martin has gone to Mexico."
Over there, Roger was speechless for a moment, and said, "Okay, there is such a thing, what do you want to ask?"
Luke just asked about Roger's situation, hung up the phone a few minutes later, and pondered.
Thinking about the gains and losses in his heart, he dialed Palmer's phone: "Palmer, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't help you with this matter, and it's not appropriate for me to intervene."
Palmer was very disappointed, but he could only say "excuse me" and hang up the phone.
However, Luke opened the file and inquired about information from Mexico.
Not long after, he got up: "Catherine, I want to go camping tonight, is dinner ready?"