One Hundred and Twenty-Six Chapters Do You Understand? Feel Sorry

Sloan saw the ruby ​​red liquid in the vial in his hand, and his face was full of despair: "You already know, why are you still torturing me? You are crazy!"

Luke was a little embarrassed because he really didn't know.

This ruby ​​red liquid is what the gangsters were looking for in the last cruise hijacking incident that Robert and Catherine encountered.

The big octopus that appeared later was also eager for this thing.

Luke studied for a while, but he didn't make any progress, so he put it aside for the time being.

In Tony Stark's ability, the level of drug research is not high, and it is not worth wasting this rare blood orchid extract.

Its only test object is the previous Ghost Rider Castre, who is still alive and well.

Thinking of this, his heart moved: "Last summer, did your people hijack an Atlantic cruise and snatch the blood orchid extract?"

Sloan nodded sullenly: "Yes."

Luke: "Why?"

"Someone bought a worker and a guard in the plantation area and stole a batch of blood orchid extracts from the warehouse. When I found out, I sent someone to snatch it back," Sloan said.

Luke: "Isn't the news leaked?"

Sloan: "I've cleaned up the workers and guards over there. I'll send someone to kill the thieves and the messengers. No one bothers me afterwards."

When asked here, Luke basically understood: the batch of blood orchid extract in his hand was originally the batch that Sloan had stolen.

After thinking for a while, he still asked, "Your big boss didn't even bother to ask you to hand over this thing?"

Sloan: "If I want it, I killed dozens of his bodyguards, sat down at his bedside and talked once, and he didn't want it anymore."

Luke: What's the matter, you really know how to pretend.

But he thought about it, even if he met Sloan, it would be difficult to deal with this guy without primary annihilation.

Not being beaten to death, not afraid of pain, and able to recover quickly, coupled with arc shooting and physical bursts, there are really not many people in this world who can stop Sloan from assassinating.

"He never thought of working with you,

Get some life-saving medicine out? "Luke is still a little curious about this.

Sloan: "Using physical energy to explode too much will lead to physical failure and death. Using too much arc shooting will cause brain damage and become an idiot. You must have a medicated bath to recover, otherwise the more frequent the battle, the more famous killer will be. The sooner I die. How could I possibly hand this thing over."

Luke rubbed his chin: "Then people will no longer use these two abilities, and they can live in peace and old age, can they actually live well?"

Sloan smiled bitterly: "With this kind of power, who can resist not using it."

Of course Luke understood.

This thing is Sloan's means of secretly controlling the middle and senior levels of the mutual aid society.

It's a pity that a cross appeared. The best thing is layout and ultra-long-range sniping. Without using physical bursts and arc shooting, the mutual aid club was tossed enough. Sloan's checks and balances did not work so well for him.

But it can't be said that Sloan is stupid.

The layout of the cross, ultra-long-range sniping, is also a top talent.

The Mutual Aid Association specializes in this line of work, and has cultivated countless killers over the years, but only such a strange one has emerged.

So far, Luke has figured out the problems related to the medicated bath.

Looking at Sloan, he said, "Any last words?"

Sloan stared at him closely: "I've said everything you want to know, so let me die more clearly."

Luke snorted: "You said."

Sloan: "Who are you?"

Luke: "Didn't you guess? I am."

Sloan: "Impossible, how could it be Night Demon pretending to be!"

puff!

Sloan's eyes widened, only to feel the pain in his brain as if he had been stabbed by a red-hot steel knife.

The next moment, his consciousness exploded and disappeared without a trace.

"Sorry, I just like to make people die!" Luke withdrew his saber.

He looked at the system prompt, the experience points for killing Sloan had been credited, and then he thought and put his body into the first space.

System: If you find a collection of evil thoughts, you can convert 1000 points or modify the function of the storage module. Convert and modify?

Looking at Luke, his eyes moved to the "fat beef slices" and limb parts contributed by Sloan, and they were also put into the No. 1 space.

Sure enough, the system has another similar prompt, except that the convertible points are 900.

In other words, Sloan's entire package can convert almost 2,000 experience points, which is one-tenth of the amount of Black Heart Demon.

Although it's not much, it's always worth it!

Thinking like this, Luke took out his mobile phone: "It's me, John Wick. I want to order dinner for one hundred and eighty-seven people. The address is North Bergen Seventeen Textile Factory. I'm not kidding. I'll be waiting for you at the door. Hour."

With that said, he walked out all the way.

When he came to the city wall at the gate, he sat on a stack, swayed his legs, and hummed a song softly.

After humming twice, Luke always felt that something was wrong, so he put a set in his arms, and there was an extra bottle of beer and a packet of salted peanuts in his hand.

Taking a sip of the beer and peeling two more peanuts, he looked up at the sky: "Hey, it's a pity that there is no moon tonight. Amitabha, goodness, goodness!"

More than 20 minutes later, a van and a large box truck drove to the door of the Seventeen Textile Factory. The figure in the black suit was sitting on the city wall, like an idler drinking on the porch of his house.

In the van, a skinny old man stepped down, raised his head and asked, "Are you sure, we can go in and clean?"

Luke nodded, didn't bother to say a word, just threw a cloth bag down.

The old man caught it lightly, opened the drawstring, and four stacks of neatly bundled gold coins appeared in front of him.

This is the standard way of bundling mainland gold coins, and a stack is fifty pieces.

John used a lot of gold coins, of course not enough.

This is what Luke just found out from the mutual aid association, and now it is just used to collect the corpses of the mutual aid association, and it can be considered to be the best use of it.

The old man raised his head again: "More."

Luke peeled another peanut and threw it into his mouth: "Tips."

The old man was silent for a moment, raised his hand and took off his soft-brimmed hat, and bowed slightly: "It is my honor to serve you, Your Excellency."

At the same time, more than a dozen people who got off the truck also bowed in unison, with extremely respectful expressions.

Luke just hummed and stood up.

The wine bottle and peanut shells have been put into the storage space before, and there is nothing worth staying here.

When the old man and the others looked up again, the figure on the city wall had disappeared.

The old man exhaled and turned to look at the guy behind him: "Keep your mouth shut, who will ask about the situation tonight, let them come to me, understand?"

Everyone: "Understood."

The old man took the lead, and was not too surprised to see the fallen corpses at several commanding heights.

When he entered the open main workshop, he was just like the guy behind him, his face changed greatly, and he whispered: "s!"

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