Luke walked into the secret room, closed the door casually, walked along the wall, looked at the various weapons on the wall, and said, "Damon, have you thought about the future? Before the revenge succeeds tonight."
"I..." Damon thought about it for a while, and shook his head helplessly: "This is really not there."
"What about Minty's future?" He continued to ask.
Damon's lips moved, unable to speak, he could only shake his head silently.
Luke's eyes fell on the weapon on the wall, and he said in his mouth: "In the past, you had no choice. If you didn't take revenge, you would have trouble sleeping and eating, and you couldn't think about the future. What about now?"
Damon was speechless.
Before tonight, he hadn't thought about how his daughter and he would live in the future.
Damico is not dead, his mind is only on revenge.
Luke turned to look at him: "Now you are only in your early forties, and Mindy is not yet thirteen. It's time to give yourself and her a chance to choose again."
Damon exhaled: "Do you have any suggestions?"
Luke reached out and tapped the drawing in his hand: "As I said, you can try to be a cartoonist, anyway, you don't need to rely on this to make a living, and you are not afraid of being rejected."
Damon hesitated: "So... okay?"
He couldn't imagine the situation where he only held a paintbrush in his hand in the future.
Luke chuckled: "Give yourself a long vacation first, and get out of the past rhythm of life."
Watching Damon's eyes fall on the weapons on the wall, he continued: "As for these things and how you use them, that will be a little hobby, not the only one."
Damon nodded unconsciously when he heard this.
Let him completely give up the guns and weapons that he has touched for decades, he really can't do it.
"Now let's talk about Minty." Luke changed the subject: "You need to re-plan your future life, and Mindy is the same."
Damon scratched his head a little: "What do you think?"
Luke: "Look around, what is a normal twelve-year-old girl doing? Reading."
Damon was stunned: "Could it be that Minty is going to go to... elementary school?"
Luke couldn't help putting his hand on his forehead: "Damon, Mindy is almost thirteen years old, and her brain is also very smart, can't she just go to seventh grade?"
Primary school? What a joke! With Minty's psychological maturity, going to elementary school is not boring to death.
This violent little Luoli is extremely boring, and within a few days, he will beat up those naive primary school boys and call them mothers.
Damon blushed: "She should be in the sixth grade."
Luke: "Reading does not allow her to learn any knowledge. Some of her knowledge is richer than that of college students, but it allows her to learn the way of communication between normal people. When encountering problems, you can't always solve them by fighting."
Damon nodded again, unable to refute.
Now let him think hard and plan the purge of the gang members, he himself feels that he is not motivated.
Because, the oss Damico belonging to their father and daughter is already cold, and this bald boss will definitely not be refreshed every other day like the oss in the game.
From now on, they don't have to pay for the purchase of weapons and equipment to train intelligence, and wantonly cleanse the members of the robbery gang.
Based on the usual living expenses of the father and daughter, they can live comfortably for a year with only three or five votes.
"Think about it, if you go to the school's parent-child activities in the future, can you say that your profession is a killer." Luke said: "And cartoonist is at least a normal profession, right?"
Damon nodded again.
Speaking of this, Luke also felt that it was almost the same: "These things are not in a hurry, and it is not too late to make a decision in a week or a month. During this period, you have a good rest and think more about Mindy and yourself."
After speaking, he opened the door of the secret room and walked out.
Minty, who had changed into a pink piggy pajamas, was watching TV on the sofa.
Hearing the movement, she turned her head and cast a "how about" look.
Luke made an ok gesture, and said as he walked out: "By the way, I still have a little harvest tonight, and I brought it back by the way."
Damon didn't pay much attention, but Minty was curious: "What?"
Luke unzipped the big black bag on the coffee table: "The contents of the safe in Damico's lair are about two million dollars. I've already taken my share, and here's a million dollars for you guys." The fruits of tonight's labor."
As soon as Minty heard it, she lost interest.
She doesn't hate money, but she doesn't lack money either.
Apart from buying equipment, she really doesn't have much need for money at other times.
Damon waved his hand: "Thanks to your help tonight, we successfully killed D'Amico. Take the money yourself."
Luke thought for a while, nodded: "Okay."
He didn't want the father and daughter to feel that he was giving them alms. Taking the money would at least give Damon a little psychological balance.
After pulling the big bag, he rubbed Minty's little head: "I just told your father that you will have a leisurely vacation, you have to be prepared to face a better future, Minty."
Minty was curious: "Huh? What does Dad want to do?"
Luke: "He might become a cartoonist, how?"
Minty: "ool! From now on, I'll have to read the comics first-hand."
System: Mindy McCready meets the requirements and joins the host team, and is now a one-star teammate.
Luke: ... Wang Defa! Isn't this little Luoli too easy to deceive, just say a few words, and become a teammate
For a moment, his mood was inexplicably complicated, and he couldn't help rubbing Minty's little head again: "It's too late today, so I'll give you a little gift when I have time, how about it?"
Minty stretched out her little finger: "It's a deal."
Luke chuckled, and also stretched out his little little finger to hook that little finger together: "It's a deal."
After a while, his figure disappeared into the night, and the father and daughter stood by the window to watch him go.
Minty said, "Papa, he's such a nice guy, isn't he?"
Damon nodded: "Yes."
After pondering for a moment, he patted Minty on the shoulder: "Go and sit down, I have something to tell you."
The father and daughter sat on the sofa in the living room, Damon said a few words, and Minty yelled again: "What? You're kidding! What the hell is going to school, what kind of bright future is this? V, you blockbuster How many~"
Damon was silent for a moment before he said: "V reminded me that you should indeed have a normal life in the future."
Minty's eyes widened: "I think our life is normal now."
Damon smiled wryly: "Mindy, Frank Damico is dead, and his territory will soon be swallowed up by other gangs. We don't have to think about how to deal with him every day, and we don't have to destroy his den every now and then,"
Minty was puzzled: "Then there are other villains, don't we have to deal with them in the future?"
Damon shook his head: "No, but they are not Damico, and we can't spend too much energy targeting them. In the future, we have a lot of free time, so V suggests that you go to school."