As long as Claire isn't going to college in New York, that's fine.
I just don't know if the little monkey will explode in anger in a few months.
Selena looked at him with an inexplicable expression, and couldn't help but wonder: "Why do you have such an expression? You don't want her to come?"
Luke shook his head: "Did you forget what Dustin said yesterday? If we go to New York..."
Selena also understood, and put her hand on her forehead: "Do you really want to go? Then... Hey, why do I have a headache? Isn't Claire your sister?"
Luke smiled bitterly: "Okay, thank you for giving me a headache."
Having said that, he drove home.
He told Selena to help prepare Claire's room, and he went out.
While driving on the road, Ginny called: "Why did 20 million suddenly come in from the company account? Well, it was from the Stark Group."
Luke: "I did a little business."
Ginny: ... Have you misunderstood the word "little"
Tell Ginny not to worry, the money is in the mobile phone company's reserve fund, and he hangs up.
Twenty million is not too much, but it is not too little either.
Tony likes to spend a lot of money, and that is on ordinary entertainment expenses.
As a businessman, business is business and he does it well.
Strictly speaking, the two Predator weapons that Luke gave were worth as much as the energy weapons, but they might not be able to research anything.
Tony gave 20 million as the market price.
Tony exchanged the watch he was wearing for two boxes of roadside strawberries, or showed Pepper billions of steel armor fireworks. Luke also had his own understanding.
Just like how many shares Luke is willing to give Selena, whether the shares are worth 5 million or 50 million, is his own business.
But if Weiland wanted to ask him to do private work, he had to give him half a million dollars first. Sheila asked him to be a security guard for one night, and he also gave him $10,000.
In the same way, it is fine for Tony to waste money in his private life if he likes it, but this weapon business with Luke has to be done according to the rules.
Business is business! This is American truth.
My fortune seems to be too good recently? Luke thought about it, and drove around the East District.
To make money there, here he will contribute for free and help others.
The debt of favor is the most difficult to repay.
At many important street intersections in the East District, he left some graffiti-like text, and he set off to go home.
After entering the room, he heard a burst of noise from the guest room.
Walking over to take a look, I saw Selena busy in the room.
However, looking at the various things newly placed in the room, Luke looked strange: "Where did these things come from?"
Selena was still kneeling on the bed, arranging the sheets that had just been put on, and replied without turning her head: "I bought them for Thalia and the others, and they haven't used them yet."
"Piggy?" Luke couldn't laugh or cry: "Are you sure Claire will like this?"
Selena: "She's not yet eighteen, why don't you go out and buy her something she likes?"
Luke looked up at the ceiling, thought for a moment, and shook his head regretfully: "Well, I don't know what she likes now."
Three years ago, Claire still liked this kind of cuteness.
But the female big eighteen changes, he is really not sure about Claire's aesthetics now.
If the little monkey is not satisfied, let her buy a new one by herself.
After making this decision, Luke didn't say anything, and slipped away as expected, leaving Selena to keep busy.
At night, Luke went out alone again after eleven o'clock.
There was a conversation in Selena's room: "You said, he won't find out?"
"What are you afraid of? Luke said that it's okay to hit someone, just hit whatever you want!"
"However, we didn't say how many people were beaten."
"That's because you didn't say it, I have to abide by Luke's rules, and I can't speak indiscriminately."
"You bastard, where's your face? Where's your face?"
Here, Luke is heading east all the way.
When he came to an abandoned factory building, he found a table, took out a camping lamp to light it, and sat down.
At twelve o'clock, a person walked in outside the gate.
Looking at the black figure sitting in the middle of the factory building, the man froze for a moment, then paused.
But the black shadow has already said: "Come here, Rebecca asked me to help you."
The visitor was silent for a moment, pulled out his gun behind his back, and walked slowly: "Who are you?"
Heiying tilted his head, and operated a few times on the phone: "You can call me punher." (Boxer)
The gun in the visitor's hand was raised: "You're lying. Rebecca has no friends."
Heiying chuckled silently, and typed again to play: "I owe her a small favor, and I can barely be considered her friend. And you, Blood Mint, are also her recognized friends."
Under the camping lights, the face of the visitor was revealed.
This is a Caucasian woman, about thirty-five or sixteen years old, her appearance is not particularly beautiful, and she is a little stiff, her brows are full of gloom that cannot be dissipated, and her eyes are dark and indifferent.
At this moment, her condition is not very good, not to mention her pale face, a piece of blood oozes from the trouser leg of her left thigh, and even the hand holding the gun is trembling slightly.
However, she still did not put down her gun: "You are from the Mutual Aid Club!"
Heiying stood up: "If it was a member of the Mutual Aid Association, do you think they would not do anything? You are seriously injured now."
While speaking, he walked over.
Hei Ying walked in front of her, ignoring her muzzle: "Okay, it's useless to hold on, I'll treat your wound."
As he spoke, he moved his hand, easily snatched her pistol away, and threw it aside.
The other hand has already lifted the woman named Xue Mint, and put her on the table to sit.
Blood Mint's face was horrified, and he wanted to do it, but he pressed his shoulders: "Okay. I want to kill you, and I just had a two-second chance."
Blood Mint paused for a moment, and finally stopped resisting, but said, "Why do you keep playing with voice?"
Heiying shrugged, and typed a string of words again: "Could it be that I want to be as high-profile as you? Stealing arms without even covering your face, it's only a matter of time before the Los Angeles Police Department and the FBI want to find you."
After finishing speaking, he took the phone back and signaled her to be quiet, then quickly cut open the pants on her left thigh with a knife, removed the gauze that was simply wrapped outside, and shook his head immediately.
This woman is really cruel.
A huge wound of seven or eight centimeters, the skin and flesh were actually stapled together with a stapler, and the wound was sutured.
Luke looked at it, his teeth were a little pantothenic.
He dug a few times in his backpack, took out medical supplies, and first gave her a shot of painkiller.
After a while, he began to clean the wound, and finished stitching and bandaging.
In less than ten minutes, everything was processed.
Luke took off his rubber gloves, packed them in plastic bags, and stuffed them into his backpack.
He put those medical supplies into a black cloth bag and put them aside before he took out his mobile phone and continued typing: "You keep these things for yourself. You can also prepare for revenge, and medical supplies are not difficult to buy."