Chapter 357 Rules and Violence

Mies was silent for a moment: "How will I inform you when it's over?"

Luke touched it from his pocket again, took out a business card, flicked it lightly, and it swirled and flew towards Smith's chest.

Smith held the child's hand lightly and clamped the business card: "What do you want?"

Luke tilted his head and thought about it: "Maybe, it's just an answer?"

With that, he turned to open the door: "The last question, why do you want to protect this little baby?"

Smith was silent for a moment: "no-omen, no-kids. That's-the-ru1es." (Don't kill women, don't kill children, that's the rule.)

Hearing this, Luke turned his head, nodded to Smith in the dark corner, and stepped out of the door.

Smith frowned, and listened to the footsteps there, until the Miss Donna came in a moment later, and he asked, "Quintano, are they gone?"

Donna Quintano is the woman who is more ambitious than Lena, and her face is blank: "Let's go, I watched them go downstairs."

Smith exhaled, quickly put the business card in his hand into his pocket, and recited the address just now in his mind, then walked to the bed and grabbed the stack of green bills.

Donna's eyes widened: "Where did this come from?"

Smith was silent for a moment before he said, "Commission." Then he put the banknotes into his pocket.

"Now, take care of him for a day, five thousand dollars, and make a deal?" He raised the baby in his hand and gestured, looking at Donna.

Donna bit her lip and said nothing.

Here, Luke took Selena downstairs to go out, turned to look at the building behind him for a moment, and raised his mouth: "I've been meeting rich people lately!"

Driving on the road, the two did not go back to the police station, but went straight home.

After Selena finished washing up, she came out to the kitchen, looked at Luke who was busy there, hesitated, and asked, "Do you need to talk to me?"

Luke hummed: "That phone number?"

Selena was silent.

Luke continued to chop vegetables, moving quickly, but without the slightest impatience.

Accurate, efficient, with amazing control, only the swishing sound of the blade cutting through the vegetables

"It was Dustin who called and told me that there was someone at headquarters taking over the case in Esworth Park," he said calmly.

Selena was surprised: "Dustin he..."

The movements in Luke's hands stopped, and then continued: "I have thought about this issue, and it should have nothing to do with him. He is not a net yet, and he is not so professional in official speech. He is just relaying an order from a big boss."

Selena breathed a sigh of relief.

Dustin and Elsa are very fond of her, and it's really good that these two bosses have been together for a long time.

Especially when compared with the cheapskate of Berwick, these two bosses are even better, and their ability to take the blame is first-class.

"You..." Selena spit out the word, suddenly paused, and then changed her words: "When will dinner?"

Luke chuckled: "Up to twenty minutes, you can watch TV first."

Selena hummed and returned to the living room. She thought for a moment, and finally turned on the TV: "...Congressman Henry Eisworth recently proposed a new bill. He advocates purifying the social environment, controlling the proliferation of guns, and bringing peace to the campus. Space……"

She was stunned for a while, turned down the sound of the TV, and watched it for a few minutes before she took out the phone: "Sonia, how's the situation with Luka Barton?"

...

After dinner, Luke went to the garage and let Selena train on her own.

Selena looked at his back, pouted, and went to wash the dishes by herself.

Now, in order to save time, there is a modified dishwasher at home. She only needs to put the tableware in, and put it back in the cabinet after washing, drying and sterilizing.

Half an hour later, Luke showed up outside a dilapidated apartment building in a black Ford SUV.

Lying comfortably in the flat driver's seat, he watched the video footage on the tablet in his hand.

Another tablet stuck in place on the center console with a picture of the apartment building.

Looking at the video he just received in his hand, Luke sneered: "These people are really well informed, and they went to the psychotherapy center so quickly."

While muttering, he looked at the monitor on the center console.

In the picture, the apartment building has been abandoned, but there are faint lights on several windows on the fifth floor.

At this moment, five men in black are on the ground floor, one is breaking the door, and the other four are watching the party.

The radio device that Luke turned on could hear their conversation clearly.

"There are so many abandoned apartment buildings in the city, how can the boss be sure that guy is here? Another lucky guess?"

"No, he's not guessing, he can detect things we can't see. He used to be a behavioral analysis expert for the fbi."

The boss who was knocking on the door turned his head helplessly: "Forensic behavior consultant. How many times have I said it, can you not add a new title to my professional resume every time? Details, details determine everything in this field. "

With that said, he exerted force on his hand, and with a click, the door opened.

He pushed open the door and wanted to go in.

The four men swarmed up and grabbed him: "But don't you think it's better to walk at the end? Boss."

The big guy with black-rimmed glasses and a bushy beard grinned: "The leader hiding behind can only eat leftovers. First come, first served, this is the truth."

With that said, he took the lead and walked in.

Luke raised his eyebrows.

This guy is very interesting!

He sat up and didn't get out of the car in a hurry, just adjusted the radio.

"...Violence is the most interesting and worth seeing thing in the world." The boss's words were full of expectations.

Luke sneered: The premise is that the object of violence is not yourself.

"Transfer me, at least fifty. Our Mr. Smith is a sharpshooter. He has won many championships in British shooting competitions at the age of sixteen." The boss began to give orders in a low voice.

Luke knew it in his heart: no wonder that Mr. Smith felt so obvious to him.

In a sense, this dude is an existence who is walking the same way as Luke is now.

Accurate, efficient, ruthless, stable, and with a big heart, it's no wonder that Mr. Smith's expression was still calm when he said that he had killed more than 20 gunmen.

This is a natural killer.

Interestingly, Mr. Smith's character should be a ruthless guy who can do anything bad for money, but this guy is also trying to protect that little baby.

Luke shook his head and laughed, pulled off his hood, put on his hood, opened the door and got out of the car.

...

"Do you know what's the most annoying thing about watching a movie?" The bearded man asked softly in front of a group of people who were quietly pouring into the lobby on the ground floor of the apartment building.

The gunmen in black looked at each other in dismay.

"I hate that the director keeps letting go of the good guy who came out to be a hero." The bearded boss smiled and said, "So, don't let it happen to you, my money is not so easy to get."

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