In fact, on the hit list that Wade handed over, 20 out of the 30 or so people were nonsense.
For example, old-age guys like Kincaid are all in it, which fully shows that this list is not reliable.
Luke also used the secret contact channel to ask the old guy yesterday, and it turned out that there were at least eight "legendary" killers in Wade's list.
To be precise, they have all left legends in the killer world, but either there has been no news for several years, or they are confirmed to retire or die.
Like one of them named John Wick, the acquaintance Kincaid mentioned to Luke last time, retired a few years ago to get married.
Like Kincaid, it is impossible for him to come out to take the mission.
What's even more ridiculous is that there are several acquaintances on this list.
Redback Spider Rebecca, Mr. X, Firefox, Cross, these are all, or used to be, the name killers of mutual aid societies.
I don't know where this guy Wade knew their names, and they were also included in the list.
These few people, of course Luke knew that they would not come to kill him, because secession and infighting had been the main theme of the Mutual Aid Association this year.
Mr. X was even killed by Luke himself. Could he turn into a ghost to trouble Luke
Considering that Wade's nonsense behavior was too outrageous, Luke smiled in front of his face, turned around and gave this guy a black account.
Fortunately, Wade still has a lot of advantages, otherwise Luke would not mind killing this kind of guy who gave false information.
In his life, he was not afraid of asking for high-priced informants, but he was most annoyed by liars who gave false information.
Therefore, his original plan to provoke the killer tour group gathered in New York alone, turned into the current double V plan the night before yesterday.
Anyway, Luke was rich, so he really didn't think a certain mercenary who wanted money had the fortitude to resist the temptation of 2.5 million cash.
Adding the 2.5 million after the fact, the double 250 is very suitable for Wade, a bitch.
Of course, he didn't intend to kill Wade.
The crime of cheap mouth is not enough to die.
Well, Luke seldom dealt with Wade, otherwise he would have the idea that "it's better for a cheap-talking person to die".
Not surprisingly, Wade will suffer a lot tonight.
But he was seriously injured, and it was not so easy to want to die.
Luke watched Xiaosnail on the virtual light screen, constantly modifying and perfecting the action plan, and took a sip of the Pu'er in front of him: "I hope there are not too many smart people."
There are too many smart people in the assassin group, and his experience points will be greatly reduced tonight. This will undoubtedly waste these days of preparation and planning.
Seeing as many as 3,000,000 upgrade experiences at this level, Luke felt that it was necessary for him to work hard.
Well, Wade and Wei Suo, the wretched good friends, also need to work harder!
…
At this moment, Wei Suo in Harlem was looking at all kinds of people who came in one after another in his bar with a dazed expression, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.
Although his broken bar opens at noon, most people will choose to show up after five o'clock.
But shortly after the door opened at noon today, only three or five regular customers arrived, and strangers appeared.
And as time went on, more and more strangers showed up at his bar.
In a bar that can usually hold more than 30 people, it is considered "a crowd of guests", and 60 people squeezed in before 6:30 in the afternoon.
The strange thing is that these people came alone, and they didn't mean to strike up a conversation with others.
Moreover, these people either asked for water or drinks, and occasionally those who asked for wine didn't even take a sip, and most of them just sat there and played with their mobile phones.
If that was the case, Wei Suo would not be dissatisfied.
The afternoon was not the peak time for him to sell counterfeit wine, so it didn't matter if he didn't order the second round if they occupied the seats.
But looking at the more than 30 "familiar" faces among these strangers, Wei Suo felt that there was something wrong with him. All these 30 people were in the killer information he gave Luke.
Are they all here to settle accounts with themselves? But it’s not enough for more than thirty people to come together!
But why don't they do it? Wei Suo's heart was pounding, his legs were trembling slightly, but he didn't dare to make any changes, so he could only stay obediently at the bar.
No one asked for a drink, no one talked, and the bar was as quiet as a cemetery.
Several regular customers of the bar felt the strange atmosphere, got up decisively and slipped away.
Those who work in the dark are much more sensitive to danger than ordinary people, and they have long realized that these strangers are not easy to mess with.
Whether Wei Suo dies or not has nothing to do with them, just don't send him to his death.
Just as Wei Suo was standing stiffly, with cold sweat dripping from his back, his cell phone rang suddenly.
The originally quiet bar suddenly heard a needle drop, and everyone's eyes fell on him.
Wei Suo was so terrified that he didn't dare to move even a single hair on his body, and just stood there in the bar with a rag in one hand.
The phone rang and was disconnected naturally, but he didn't dare to answer it.
He noticed that many people had disappointed looks in their eyes.
Suddenly, the phone rang again.
This time, everyone in the bar looked away and stopped looking at him.
Wei Suo still didn't dare to move.
"Hurry up and answer the phone, turn on the speakerphone, or you will die." A suppressed angry voice sounded from the crowd.
Wei Suo froze for a moment, looked at the people who were still silent, finally took out his mobile phone, and pressed the answer button and the hands-free button.
"V will appear in Mire Park in the southwest corner of Staten Island at 6:30 p.m., remember to call the 500,000 information fee to the account I left for you." A female voice quickly finished this sentence, and then Hang up the phone.
Wei Suo: "Huh?"
There was a ding dong, and a text message alert sounded.
With this sound, the bar suddenly came alive.
Everyone started to get up and quickly headed for the door.
Weisuo stared blankly at all this, his mind was in a mess: What the hell is going on here
Until a woman came up to him and stretched out her hand: "Here's the phone."
Wei Suo subconsciously handed over the phone.
The woman frowned: "Put it down."
Wei Suo hastily followed suit.
The woman took out a tissue, with a disgusted expression, picked up the phone through the tissue, opened the text message and took a look, then took out her titanium phone and snapped a picture, and dropped Weisuo's Nokia brick just go.
After more than ten seconds, Weisuo looked away from the door, looked at the bar that was as deserted as a real haunted house, and shivered all over his body: "Did I hit a ghost? What's going on?"
…
Luke looked at the picture on the drone video, and the corners of his mouth curled up: With this amount, today's harvest should not be too small.
Selina's voice came: "In addition to the sixty-five people in the bar, there are seven people outside the bar. They should be the killers of some partners."
"Understood, I will be careful." Luke chuckled and said, "Besides, I also have a "strongest" teammate tonight! I trust him."