Two Hundred and Seven Chapters Tip, Drink Coffee

Luke just went in, and saw Sister Leto cutting the rope on her hands with a knife.

It's a pity that the knife is not very sharp, and the posture of her hand is also awkward, so she can't use it.

Luke smiled: This little girl is still very tenacious!

He didn't delay. After he passed, he took the knife from her hand and threw it away. He grabbed her head with a black cloth bag, put it on his shoulders, shot the hook and raised it up to the skylight.

Two minutes later, Luke and the little girl appeared in an alley a few hundred meters away.

After cutting off her bound hands and feet, he put the pistol he had just touched from Dahan K2 into her hand: "Good luck! Child."

His figure crossed the surrounding wall and disappeared.

The little girl tore off the black cloth bag on her head and looked around, but couldn't see anyone.

Looking at the pistol in her hand, she gritted her teeth, put it in her arms, and left quickly.

Luke was standing on the roof of the building not far from her at the moment, watching the little back go away, smiled, and turned his head to stare at the street fortress.

After a while, there were a few loud rumblings, and then a large flame rose up.

Looking at the processing workshop that was caught in the sea of ​​fire, he laughed, shot the hook rope, and quickly left here.

After recovering the broken car and driving to District 18, he called Daniel: "Come and pick me up, the address will be sent to you."

Daniel: "Hey, did you make a mistake? It's two o'clock at night, and I'm not a night train driver!"

Luke: "Two thousand euros.

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Daniel: "Okay, I'll come right away." Two thousand euros earned more than he had been working for a few days, so Master Ghost would refuse.

And he looked at the address, and with his driving skills, it took a few minutes at most.

Less than ten minutes later, Daniel's taxi creaked and braked in front of him.

Luke got in the car: "Go to Montmartre Cemetery."

Daniel drove with a smile.

After a while, the car arrived, and Luke shoved a roll of euros through the banknote delivery slot: "Anything is a tip." Then he got up and got out of the car, and quickly disappeared into the darkness by the roadside.

Daniel followed the dim light on the bridge, quickly counted the roll of bills, and suddenly scolded: "Damn, two thousand and fifty cents, you gave fifty cents coins as a tip!"

Luke's eyesight and agility, of course, had already counted the bills clearly, and the extra fifty cents coins were really intentional. Anyway, he didn't give less than the promised two thousand euros.

By the way, I used the fifty-cent coins I got from the robbery gangster to do the experiment.

After using this coin, the system has no meaning to deduct points at all.

Obviously, the system approved the robbery of those robbers.

Walking slowly on the streets of Paris in the dark, he looked at the proceeds of the smuggling of the traffickers.

Mission: Kill the leader of the Taha gang, destroy illegal drugs and processing workshops.

The total mission experience is 2500, and the points are 2500.

The task contribution rate is 100%, the experience gained is 2500, and the points are 2500.

Sure enough, there are experience points for destroying illegal drugs and their processing.

After a week of brushing like this, he is afraid that he will be able to move up to another level and learn primary self-healing, right?

But thinking about the big moves he has made in the past few days, the Taha gang is the top three gangs in the region, and if they continue to purge these gangs of traffickers, it will be troublesome to cause martial law or the like.

He wants to cleanse the Ninety-Three Provinces for ten days. At that time, not only the gangs here, but probably the whole people will not be able to bear it.

All the way back to the apartment building, he opened the door and entered the room. After undressing, he sat on the bed and reviewed his actions tonight according to the old rules.

Just then, there was a light knock on the small door in the bathroom.

A smile appeared on his face: "Come in, I didn't lock the door."

Elena's head stuck out from the door of the bathroom: "You... why don't you take a shower? It's raining outside, so you're coming back, aren't you cold?"

Luke nodded with a smile: "Thank you, Elaine. I just rested and was about to take a shower."

Elena looked at him, hesitated for a while, and asked, "I have coffee here, come over for a drink after bathing?"

Luke smiled and nodded.

Elena always felt that something was wrong with Luke tonight, she smiled and backed away.

Luke got up to take a shower.

Elena was making coffee in the small kitchen of her house and muttered: "What the hell is it? Well, it's like... from the sun that morning, it suddenly turned into a cold wind with rain tonight. Yes, that's how it feels."

Saying this, she shook her head again: "It's still a matter of my own imagination. Maybe he's too cold. Whoever blows the cold wind for a long time will not be full of sunshine." She laughed.

After a while, Luke finished washing up, changed into a set of clean clothes, knocked on the small bathroom door, and after getting her response, pushed the door in.

That's what's interesting about these two small apartments.

The two sides can be transformed into two seemingly separate but intimate spaces through the bathroom and toilet.

Luke is wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt with a pair of sweatpants underneath. It's not too cold to have an air conditioner in the room. His physique is enough to wear so much.

Elena smiled and beckoned him to sit down for coffee.

I have to say, in this cold rainy night, listening to the smashing sound of the light rain outside the rooftop falling on various objects outside, there is a cup of hot coffee in my hand, and there is a smiling man beside it. Little beauty, that feeling is really good.

Luke and Elena sat very close together. The table in this hut was only for single use. Elena also made a small round table. The two sat closer together, almost as if they were rubbing each other's ears. Laughing in a low voice.

After a small pot of coffee was finished, Luke got up and said goodbye.

Although, Elena didn't mean to drive him away.

In France, asking others to drink coffee is also a very obvious hint.

However, there might be something to do tomorrow, maybe even the day after, he couldn't be so impatient.

Under Yelena's disappointed eyes, Luke went back.

And Elena was only depressed for a moment, but suddenly laughed lightly.

Although Luke's departure made her vaguely disappointed, it also matched his image in her mind.

Gentle, funny, polite, happy to be close to her, but not frizz-free.

Compared with some men who wanted to spread life when they first came up, Luke was more willing to have emotional and ideological exchanges with her, which she actually liked.

After thinking about it, she was no longer sleepy, so she simply put the easel over and started to sketch a new painting.

The surroundings were silent except for the rustling of rain.

As time passed, the overall outline of the painting appeared, and it was still a Luke version of an angel.

But this Luke looked indifferent, his eyes were as calm as stagnant water, he held a... spear in his hand, and looked down condescendingly.

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