Chapter 605 Business Is Business, Favors Are the Hardest

As long as Claire didn't go to college in New York, it didn't matter.

I just don't know if this little monkey will explode in rage in a few months.

Selena looked at him with an inexplicable expression, and couldn't help but wonder: "Why are you looking like this? Don't want her to come over?"

Luke shook his head: "You forgot, what Dustin said yesterday? If we go to New York..."

Selena also understood, and put her hand on her forehead: "Do you really want to go? Then... Hey, why do I have a headache? Isn't Claire your sister?"

Luke smiled bitterly: "Okay, thank you for giving me a headache."

Having said this, he drove home.

Telling Selena to help prepare Claire's room, he went out.

While driving on the road, Ginny made a phone call: "Why is there a sudden call of 20 million in the company account? Well, it was from the Stark Group."

Luke: "Doing a little business."

Ginny: ...Did you misunderstand the word "little"?

Telling Ginny not to worry, the money is a reserve for the cell phone company, and he hangs up.

Twenty million is not a lot, but it is not a small amount either.

Tony likes to be extravagant, and that's when it comes to his usual entertainment expenses.

As a businessman, business is business, which he did very well.

The two weapons of the Predator that Luke gave, strictly speaking, the energy weapons are valuable, but they may not be able to research anything.

Tony gave 20 million as the market price.

Tony traded the watch he was wearing for two boxes of roadside strawberries, or put billions of steel armor fireworks for Pepper to see. Luke also had his own understanding.

Just like how many shares Luke is willing to give Selena, whether the shares are worth 5 million or 50 million is his own business.

But if Willand wants to ask him for a private life, he will give him half a million dollars first. Sheila asked him to do security for one night and $10,000.

In the same way, it's fine for Tony to waste money in his private life as he likes it, but this weapons business with Luke has to follow the rules.

Business is business! This is American truth.

Your fortune seems to be getting better lately? Luke pondered in his heart and drove around in the East District.

To make money over there, he will contribute for free here to help others.

Human debt is the hardest to pay.

He left some graffiti-like text on many important street intersections in the East District, and he set off to go home.

After entering the room, he heard a burst of noise in the guest room.

When I walked over, I saw that Selena was busy in the room.

However, looking at the various things newly placed in the room, Luke looked strange: "Where did these things come from?"

Selena was still kneeling on the bed, tidying up the sheets she had just put on, and replied without answering, "I bought it for Thalia and the others, but I haven't used it yet."

"Peppa Pig?" Luke couldn't help laughing and crying: "Are you sure Claire will like this?"

Selena: "She's not yet eighteen, or you'll go out and buy her a set she likes?"

Luke looked up at the ceiling, thought for a moment, and shook his head regretfully: "Well, I don't know what she likes now."

Three years ago, that guy Claire still liked this cute style.

But the eighteen changes in the Women's University, he is really not sure about Claire's aesthetics now.

If the little monkey is not satisfied, let her buy a new one herself.

After making this decision, Luke didn't say a word, and he slipped away, leaving Selena to keep busy.

At night, Luke went out alone again after eleven o'clock.

There was a conversation in Selina's house: "You said, he won't find out, right?"

"What are you afraid of? Luke said, it's okay to hit people, just hit him!"

"However, we didn't say how many people were beaten."

"That's why you didn't say it. I have to abide by Luke's rules and can't speak indiscriminately."

"You guy, where's your face? Where's your face!"

Here, Luke went all the way east.

When he came to an abandoned factory building, he found a table, took out a camping lamp for lighting, and sat down.

At twelve o'clock, a man walked in outside the gate.

Looking at the shadow sitting in the middle of the factory building, the man was stunned, and his feet stopped.

But Sombra has already said, "Come here, Rebecca asked me to help you."

The visitor was silent for a moment, drew a gun behind him, and walked slowly: "Who are you?"

The shadow tilted his head and operated a few times on his mobile phone: "You can call me - Puncher." (Boxer)

The gun in the visitor's hand was raised: "You lied. Rebecca has no friends."

Hei Ying chuckled silently, typing and playing again: "I owe her a little favor, so I can barely count as her friend. And you, Blood Mint, are also her recognized friends."

Under the camping lights, the faces of the people who came were exposed.

This is a white woman, about thirty-five or sixteen. Her features are not particularly beautiful, and she is slightly hard. Her brows are filled with gloom that cannot be dissipated, and her eyes are dark and indifferent.

At this moment, her condition is not very good, her face is pale, there is blood on the trousers on the left thigh, and even the hand holding the gun is shaking slightly.

However, she still did not put down the gun: "You are a member of the mutual aid society!"

Sombra stood up: "If it's a member of the mutual aid society, do you think they won't do anything? You're seriously injured now."

As he spoke, he walked over.

Heiying walked to her and ignored her muzzle: "Okay, it's useless to hold on, I'll treat your wound."

With that, he moved his hand, easily snatched her pistol, and threw it aside.

The other hand has already lifted the woman named Blood Mint and put her on the table to sit.

The blood mint looked horrified, and just wanted to do it, but he pressed him on the shoulder: "Okay. I want to kill you, and I had a two-second chance just now."

The blood mint paused for a while, and finally stopped resisting, but said: "Why do you keep playing with voice?"

Sombra shrugged and typed a series of words again: "Don't tell me, do I want to be as high-profile as you? I don't even cover my face for stealing arms. It's only a matter of time before the Los Angeles Police Department and the FBI want to find you."

After he finished speaking, he put back his phone, motioned her to be quiet, then quickly cut open the trousers on her left thigh with a knife, removed the simple bandage of gauze outside, and shook his head immediately.

This woman is really cruel.

For a huge wound of seven or eight centimeters, the flesh was stapled with a stapler, even if the wound was sutured.

Looking at Luke, his teeth were a little pantothenic acid.

He dug a few times in his backpack, took out the medical supplies, and gave her a painkiller first.

After a while, he began to clean the wound, and completed the stitches and bandages.

In less than ten minutes, everything was done.

Luke took off the rubber gloves, packed them in plastic bags, and stuffed them into his backpack.

He put those medical supplies in a black cloth bag and put them aside before he took out his mobile phone and continued typing: "You keep these things for yourself. You can also make preparations for revenge, and medical supplies are not difficult to buy."