Chapter Five Hundred and Sixty Professionals: What Is Handsome?

Selena waited until the video was finished, and then pulled out the photo of the two people: "According to the physical characteristics of these two people, I asked Sonia to help search the surveillance on the nearby streets before the incident, and found these two suspects. ."

In the photo, the first one is a man of Indian descent named Christo Weiss.

The other was a middle-aged white man named George Harker.

"Both of them have criminal records, you should be able to guess the crime," Selena said.

"Robbery?" Luke looked back and continued to cook.

Selena: "Yeah, but George Harker's most serious crime was robbing a jewelry store. Christo Weiss...he really was a bank robber. But the two indicted in the case , they didn't kill anyone, so one of them was detained for two years, the other was detained for a year and a half, and then they were released again."

Luke slammed his mouth: "Well, it seems that the prison is almost full, and the parole officer can't wait to throw these guys out and endanger society again."

Selena didn't follow up. After all, it's a fact, and it's not a joke that the American prison is in a hurry.

Taking the crime rate in Los Angeles as an example, if some light criminals are not thrown out, the prison will really have no place to keep people.

She just continued: "Elizabeth helped to investigate, these two people do not have official jobs now. According to the grapevine, they are both doing irregular odd jobs in Los Angeles."

Luke: "Killer? Or a mercenary?"

Selena: "It's about the same, but it's not that serious. It's just a little work, collecting bills, seeking revenge, beating people, and so on. Life is very ordinary."

"So, this time they're going to do a big one." Luke stuffed the things in his hand into the oven.

He clapped his hands: "Okay, I know the situation. After dinner, let's go to a professional for consultation."

Selena: "Okay, what's for dinner tonight?"

Luke: "Eat chicken."

...

As night fell, a small bar in the Eastside of Los Angeles was filled with smog.

The music in the bar was a mess, and so were the people inside.

All kinds of chaotic clothes and tattoos fill every customer's body,

Mixed with all kinds of sweat, body odor, perfume, smoke, and alcohol, it makes this place seem like hell.

It's not hell, but the smell is definitely hell.

The people inside are either crooked and cracked, or vicious, or they are full of flesh.

Luke and Selena came in, attracting some attention, but most of them were still having fun on their own.

Luke rarely wore a hip-hop-style long T-shirt and fat shorts, the kind whose crotch was about to fall to his knees, a golden half-length wig and a mustache.

Even so, he was the smallest and freshest person in the bar.

Selena also wore a purple wig and put on a more gorgeous makeup, so she couldn't see her usual appearance at all.

She is also wearing a similar hip-hop style large T-shirt, but the tight vest inside wraps the upper body tightly, which makes many eyes regretfully retracted.

At the front of the bar, Luke looked up at a blackboard behind the bartender, with a lot of inexplicable names and the amount of money on it.

He didn't care too much, and knocked on the bar: "Two glasses of pure water."

The bartender looked as usual, and quickly poured two glasses of ice water over: "New?"

Luke nodded with a smile: "Forget it. Let's find two people."

The bartender snorted and didn't answer.

Luke didn't care either, and said casually: "I heard from someone, one of them is called George and the other is called Christo. It's reasonable to start, and he won't mess with the guys. I want to ask them to do some small work."

The bartender stopped, looked up at him for a moment, smiled and shook his head: "Child, this is not the place you should come, go home to find a girlfriend, watch a movie, and communicate better life."

Luke chuckled lightly and grabbed Selena next to him: "I'm sorry, I already had it."

The bartender's eyes twitched, but he said, "Then you don't need to call your girlfriend, just go home."

Luke sighed, his face changed suddenly, and he looked sideways.

Not far away, a man just opened the door and came in, swearing in his mouth.

Walking to the bar, the man took out a card and two hundred dollars to the bartender: "Return the money to that little girl. I am a killer, not Jiji to rescue the company. Her boyfriend was killed by a rival If you beat me, it's my business? Xiaobai Lian deserves to be beaten."

"Sam, are you posting bar advertisements all over the place again? How can even a child come to your broken bar to invite a killer." He glanced at Luke and the two beside him. He smiled naturally: "Well, the child is not talking about you."

Luke touched his face and said with a smile, "Actually, I don't mind being called a little white face. Because that generally proves that I am more handsome than him."

Visitor:  …

Bartender:  …

The visitor knocked on the bar and signaled the bartender to serve the wine. He had already said, "Generally speaking, a little white face is synonymous with a sissy, not a handsome man. A truly handsome man should be like me. See?"

He gestured with his hand on his stubble, and then on the pink and blue T-shirt on his chest.

Luke was silent for a moment, then said, "If a sloppy person who hasn't shave for a few days and a dirty T-shirt that hasn't been washed for a few days can be called handsome, then the value of the word handsome will be greatly reduced."

The bartender next to him burst out laughing, spilling a lot of wine in his hands.

"Wade, children always like to tell the truth. You are not the emperor, and others will not flatter your "handsome" new clothes." Pour the wine, and put the half glass of wine in front of the person who comes.

The guy named Wade picked up the wine in dissatisfaction and took a sip: "Damn, is your wine mixed with water? Why is it getting harder and harder to drink?"

The bartender's face is not red and his heart is not jumping: "The alcohol content is too high, you will smash my bar more often. In order to make you lose less money for tables, chairs and glasses, I add more ice, is it wrong?"

"The profiteer!" Wade muttered, but didn't say a word.

Luke watched with a smile as the two finished fighting each other, and then said to Wade: "Mr. Assassin, I have a business here, do you accept it?"

Wade glanced at him, and then glanced at Selena behind him: "You don't want me to help you beat your rival, right? Well, although you're good at it."

Selena snorted coldly and turned her head in dissatisfaction.

Wade's implied meaning is very questionable.

Isn't this saying that Luke is so young, it's rare to be in a mature beauty like her?

Luke smiled and shook his head: "I'm looking for someone, two."

The bartender over there was busy taking care of himself, with a "whatever you do" attitude.

Wade became a little interested: "Remuneration?"

Luke: "The exact foothold for the two of them, a thousand dollars."