Chapter 1013 Sisters' Private Words, Roadside Gunshots

Halle stared at the younger sister, paying attention to her expressions and subtle body movements: "Irina and him are a good match, so you want to find a boyfriend too?"

Margaret couldn't help thinking seriously for a moment, then shook her head unsteadily: "No, no. I just think he's pretty good, and I feel very happy to be with him."

Harry frowned, the answer was not very good.

Her sister is pure and innocent, but she is decisive and scared to death.

The last time Margaret married William Johnson, the whole family didn't know.

It was not until she found Harley for help herself that Harley knew that she was married, and that the unmasked "brother-in-law" was dead.

But, what can be done about this.

For those who study art, emotions are not logical.

"Oh." Harry just responded lightly, and immediately changed the subject: "How was the art exhibition in the afternoon?"

Margaret's attention was immediately diverted, and she said excitedly, "Sister, someone has taken a fancy to two of Monroe's paintings, and they paid a very high price."

Harry snorted softly, "How tall?"

Margaret: "One million and two hundred thousand crying girls, eight hundred thousand shattered time and space."

Halle snorted, and the corners of her mouth curled up: "Lindsay did a good job."

Margaret was blank: "Huh?"

Although Lindsay was helping Monroe hold an art exhibition, but this painting sold for a high price, shouldn't it be Monroe's painting well?

Harley is not interested in explaining to this simple sister what "too" is and what is operation.

For this sister who is worth over 100 million, painting is just pure art, and it has nothing to do with these business operations.

But for Harry, the news had a little impact.

The other day, two paintings that are said to be Munro's masterpieces have been given to Halle as private gifts.

Although not these two, she could imagine that the "price" of Monroe's official work was at least a few hundred thousand dollars.

The two gifts that are still in the exhibition, the starting price is one million dollars.

Lindsay this woman,

The means of buying people are quite clever! Harry felt a little turbulent in his heart, and soon disappeared.

Her mind was not on money.

As a psychiatrist, she is not short of money.

After the billionaire widow Margaret came to New York, she insisted that all living expenses be paid by her fund account.

In the face of Lindsay's changed form and the "million" bonus, Hallie was just a little surprised, but she didn't lose her temper.

It was Lindsay, a woman who could keep in touch, but be careful not to let Margaret get too close to her.

Politicians are completely untrustworthy.

In contrast, she would rather Margaret and Irina walk closer, at least the girl is of good character and can be trusted.

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Luke, who drove away, did not know the small talk between the sisters Harley and Margaret, and he continued to walk around New York City with Elena.

It was not until eight o'clock in the evening that the two left to return to Paland College.

When he arrived in the suburbs of North Bergen, Luke's mobile phone vibrated slightly.

The simple monitoring system temporarily mounted outside the car found some special situations and immediately alerted him.

For the consideration of portability and easy installation and disassembly, this simple monitoring system is small in size, so the monitoring range is not too large, which is better than nothing.

Slowing down the speed slightly, he took out his fake mobile phone and operated it twice. A minimalist version of the electronic map was displayed on the LCD screen, and he looked to the left.

There were gunshots.

They were in the direction Luke was looking at, and they were only thirty meters away from Luke.

The gunfire wasn't dense, but it was coherent.

From Luke's discovery to the time he drove out tens of meters, there have been seven or eight shots, indicating that there are more than one participant in the shootout.

Elena didn't notice his movements, and didn't hear the barely audible sound of gunfire, and continued to adjust the photos on her phone, preparing to send him a few as a screensaver.

After thinking about it, Luke turned the steering wheel and turned into the neighborhood street next to him.

Elena raised her head: "What's wrong?"

Luke: "It's nothing, I don't want to send you back too soon, or I'll have coffee again."

Elena immediately raised her hand and patted him, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised: "I want to have a good rest tonight, so I won't give you coffee."

Luke smiled, parked the car in the open space on the side of the road, unfastened Elena's seat belt, carried her over, and placed her flat on his lap: "Are you sure?"

Elena whispered, "Ah, what are you doing!" Her eyes were full of smiles.

Luke's head moved up to stop her whispering.

Behind Elena, the fake mobile phone has been placed on the dashboard, and a series of newly analyzed information is swiped on it.

The number of people who shot at least five people, and the exchange of fire took place in the luxury villa more than 20 meters away.

The New Jersey police communication channel that the headset has been connected to, someone called the police, saying it was "very noisy".

But in just a moment, the gunfire stopped completely, and it was clear that the battle in the villa was over.

Luke released a miniature drone directly outside the car from the storage space and issued an instruction to enter the villa for reconnaissance.

The miniature drone disappeared quietly and entered the villa through a glass door that was broken by a bullet.

After a while, Luke saw a messy man with a little flesh on his face, who was sitting on the ground panting rapidly.

There was a man in black lying on the ground in front of him, with a saber stuck in his heart, this man must be cold.

Luke was holding the exquisite but fleshy female painter in his arms, but he pondered in his heart.

The man in black with a knife in his heart is definitely not a policeman.

This man was wearing a black suit with a black hood, which was obviously wrong.

So he's not a swat, a secret service, or some agency agent.

The drone continued to walk around the villa, and soon observed all the dead.

Twelve dead, all in black suits and hoods, died in this bungalow villa.

Luke's combat experience is too rich, and his one-to-many experience is even more numerous. After just a few glances, he probably understands the battle process.

After these masked black suits entered the villa, they were all broken by the man, and the counter-attack was successful, but no one escaped.

Top master! Luke commented on the only living man in the villa.

The drone quickly entered a basement entrance, and the screen passed an eight-pound sledgehammer and a smashed concrete floor. Under the ground was a large open box containing a number of weapons.

That's not the point.

The point is that there are several neat rows on the side of the weapon, like coins.

The only difference from ordinary coins is that they exude a golden color.

Luke narrowed his eyes, why does this thing look like that thing from the Continental Hotel?

Elena whispered softly, "Don't, don't be here."

Luke smiled, let go of his slightly tightened hand, and stroked her back, indicating that he had no further intentions.

At this time, the red and blue rays of light went from far to near, and a patrol police car with its police lights flashing but not sounding the alarm stopped in front of the villa.

A patrolman got out of the car and rang the doorbell.