Damon ignored the young man at all, and just replied in the communication system: "He is D'Amico's son, Chris D'Amico. I checked, and he was not involved in D'Amico's "career." "
Luke: "So, you plan to let him go?"
Damon nodded slightly: "Yes. I am not Damico. The hatred between me and him cannot harm my family."
Luke snorted and didn't say anything else. He just watched the corner of Chris Damico's mouth curl up: This kid has a "future" future!
From the telepathic communication, he knew that this young man's character was not very good, and the other party was not joking when he said that he wanted to kill them.
come on! I like you, Sao Nian. Luke silently sent a blessing to the young man in his heart, and the three turned and left.
However, he deliberately slowed down and stood behind Damon and his daughter.
When Damon's father and daughter went downstairs, when he walked to the door of the rooftop, a gunshot suddenly came from behind.
Snapped!
The corner of Luke's mouth curled up, and he turned to look at Chris D'Amico, the black second generation: "Courage is commendable."
Chris froze for a moment, and pulled the trigger on the revolver in his hand again.
Clap clap clap clap!
Luke turned sideways slightly, shook his body a few times, and the Colt King Cobra was pulled out.
Snapped!
A bullet hole appeared in Chris's forehead, and he fell on his back on Frank D'Amico's body, with a puzzled expression on his face.
He didn't understand why he couldn't hit the smiling masked man at a distance of only a few meters.
Luke put his gun back into the holster, looked at Damico II who had ended before he took over, and curled his lips: Sao Nian, you swallow such an obvious hook, you still have a broken picture.
He has already specialized in fishing and law enforcement skills. He knew from the beginning that Chris had hidden a gun on his body, so he deliberately fell last.
In order to make it easier for this Damico II to do it, Luke not only turned his back to him, but also walked slowly at a constant speed very intimately, just to test the patience of the young man.
It seems such a shame that young people are always so impatient now.
Damon and his daughter appeared in the stairs again, looking at him who was coming down: "What's wrong?"
Luke: "Master Damico can't wait any longer and wants to shoot me."
Damon was silent for a moment, opened his mouth, and turned to leave.
It was his own choice not to kill Chris D'Amico.
But Chris Damico dared to shoot V, and he was not qualified to ask V not to fight back.
He is not great enough to speak for the enemy's son.
Minty, who was walking behind Damon, quietly gave Luke a thumbs up, meaning "well done", of course.
Luke spread his hands and shrugged, with a gesture of "I am also helpless".
Five minutes later, Luke walked out of the window on the twenty-ninth floor with a big bag on his back. After shooting the hook line, he swung to another tall building not far away.
After a few times, his figure disappeared into the night.
In New Jersey, Damon, who had taken off his battle armor but was still wearing tights, sat blankly on the stool in the secret room, looking at Minty who was busy beside him.
Little Luoli is still wearing tights at the moment, and is taking off drawings one by one from the wall of the secret room: "Dad, wait a minute, let me find a box and lock them up?"
Damon hummed, remained silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "No, go to your mother's grave tomorrow and burn them, everything is over."
Mindy: "Ah, burnt?" This is what Damon has drawn in his spare time over the years, enough to make several comics.
This may also be Damon's only personal hobby.
"Yes, burn it." The pleasure of killing the big enemy Damico has gradually faded, and a feeling of emptiness is rapidly growing in Damon's heart.
Without Damico, what can I do in the future? He couldn't help asking himself in his heart.
More than ten years of hard work has come to an end tonight.
On this night of revenge, Damon realized that he had no idea about the future.
Looking at his father's appearance, Minty couldn't help but ask with concern: "Dad, are you okay, why don't you seem unhappy?"
Damon was at a loss for a moment and sighed.
It's just a revenge, and there's only relief when it's done.
happy? nonexistent.
Even the pleasure of revenge only lasted for a moment after Damiko's head blossomed.
In fact, Luke also noticed that he was not in the right state when he left the rooftop, so he asked the father and daughter to leave first, and let him clean up the mess.
On the way back, Damon almost drove the car into the river and ended up having to let Minty drive home.
At this time, the door was knocked.
Both father and daughter looked at the surveillance screen and found a familiar figure.
"I'll go and open the door." Minty immediately put the sketch in her hand on the table, and ran away in a hurry. She was not used to her father's current state.
She couldn't describe that feeling, but the old man suddenly became decadent, looking lazy and unable to lift his spirits.
Opening the door, Luke walked in with a big bag.
"Where's your father?" he asked.
Minty pointed to the open secret room, and whispered, "I'm in a daze there, as if suddenly unhappy."
Hearing this, Luke's original good mood also slightly restrained: "I'll go and have a look."
Throwing the bag in his hand on the coffee table in the living room, he walked to the door of the secret room, looked at Damon who was holding a stack of sketches in a daze, and knuckles knocked on the door of the secret room: "Why, tired?"
Hearing his voice, Damon finally cheered up a little: "You're here, sit down."
"No need." Luke waved his hand, watching Damon with eyes and mind communication, and soon laughed.
"After solving D'Amico, I feel like I have nothing to do, and my life has lost its purpose?" he asked.
Facing V, Damon had nothing to hide: "Before Minty was born, when I was a little policeman, I swore to catch Damico. Now that he is finally dead, I am no longer a policeman."
Luke nodded: "So, do you want to retire or retire?"
Damon hesitated, but still shook his head: "I don't know, I don't have any thoughts in my mind right now."
Luke pondered for a moment, his eyes fell on the drawing in his hand, and he suddenly said, "Then, how about being a cartoonist in the future?"
Damon turned his head in amazement: "Huh?"
Luke gestured to the stack of drawings in his hand: "Although I don't read comics very much, the level of these drawings is not low, so you can consider becoming a cartoonist."
Damon originally wanted to say "how is it possible", but he stopped when the words came to his lips.
Holding the sketches in his hand, flipping through them one by one, he couldn't help thinking about Luke's suggestion in his heart.
He definitely has a talent for drawing, at least in comics.
Only in this way can he turn his past experiences into cartoons for Minty to read, and let these cartoons accompany her through her childhood.
Luke turned his head and looked at Minty who was standing not far behind him: "Let me talk to your dad alone, okay?"
Mindy let out an oh, and obediently left.