Chapter Nine Hundred and Twenty-Three Are You Ready for a Better Future?

Luke walked into the secret room, closed the door, walked along the wall, looked at the various weapons on the wall, and said, "Have you thought about the future, Damon? Before you succeed in revenge tonight."

"I..." Damon recalled for a moment and shook his head helplessly: "This is really not true."

"What about Mindy's future?" he continued.

Damon's lips moved, unable to speak, he could only shake his head silently.

Luke's eyes fell on the weapon on the wall, and he said, "You didn't have a choice before. If you don't take revenge, you will have trouble sleeping and eating, and you can't think about the future. What about now?"

Damon was speechless.

Before tonight, he hadn't thought about how his daughter and his future would live.

D'Amico didn't die, and his mind was only on revenge.

Luke turned to look at him: "You are only in your early forties now, and Mindy is not yet thirteen years old. You should give yourself and her a chance to choose again."

Damon exhaled. "What advice do you have?"

Luke reached out and nodded at the drawing in his hand: "Like I said, you can try to be a cartoonist, you don't need to rely on this to eat anyway, and you are not afraid of being rejected."

Damon hesitated: "So... can it?"

He couldn't imagine the situation where he would only hold a paintbrush in his hand in the future.

Luke chuckled: "Give yourself a long vacation first and get out of the rhythm of life in the past."

Watching Damon's eyes fall on the weapon on the wall, he continued: "As for these things, and how you use them, that would be a hobby, not the only one."

Damon nodded unconsciously when he heard this.

Make him completely give up the guns and weapons that he has been touching for decades, he really can't do it.

"Now let's talk about Di." Luke changed the subject: "You need to re-plan your life in the future, so does Mindy."

Damon scratched his head a little: "What do you think?"

Luke: "Look around, what is a normal twelve-year-old girl doing? Reading."

Damon was stunned: "Do you want to let Mindy go to... elementary school?"

Luke couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead: "Damon,

Mindy is almost thirteen years old, and her brain is also very bright. Can't she just go to the seventh grade. "

Go to elementary school? What a joke! With Mindy's level of psychological maturity, going to elementary school is not boring.

This violent little loli is very boring, and she will beat those naive elementary school boys to call her mother in a few days.

Damon ashamed: "She should be in sixth grade."

Luke: "Reading does not allow her to learn any knowledge. Some of her knowledge is richer than that of college students, but it allows her to learn the way of communication between normal people. You can't always solve everything by fighting and killing."

Damon nodded again, unable to refute.

Now let him try his best to plan a cleaning operation against the gang members.

Because, the OSS D'Amico, which belongs to their father and daughter, is already cold, and this bald boss will definitely not be refreshed every other day like the OSS in the game.

From now on, they will not have to spend on training intelligence for the purchase of weapons and equipment, and they will want to purge the members of the robbery gang.

With the usual living expenses of the father and daughter, a three or five votes can comfortably live a year.

"Think about it, if you go to the school's parent-child activities in the future, can you say that your occupation is a killer." Luke said: "And a cartoonist is at least a normal occupation, right?"

Damon nodded again.

Speaking of this, Luke also felt that it was almost the same: "These things are not urgent, and it is not too late to make a decision in a week or a month. During this time, you all have a good rest, and think more for Mindy and yourself."

After speaking, he opened the door of the secret room and walked out.

Mindy, who had changed into a pink piggy pajamas, was watching TV on the sofa.

Hearing the movement, she turned her head and cast a "how about" look.

Luke made an ok gesture and said as he walked out: "By the way, there is a little gain tonight, I brought it back by the way."

Damon didn't care too much, but Mindy was curious: "What?"

Luke opened the zipper of the big black bag on the coffee table: "The contents in the safe of D'Amico's nest are about two million dollars. I have already taken my share, and here is one million for you. The fruits of tonight's labor."

Mindy lost interest when he heard it.

She doesn't hate money, but she doesn't lack it either.

Apart from buying equipment, she doesn't really need much money at other times.

Damon waved his hand: "Thanks to your help tonight, we successfully killed Damiko. Take the money yourself."

Luke thought for a while, then nodded: "Okay."

He didn't want the father and daughter to feel that he was giving them a hand, and taking this money would at least make Damon's psychological balance a little bit.

After unpacking the big bag, he rubbed Mindy's little head: "I just told your father that you will have a leisurely vacation. You have to prepare for a better future, Mindy."

Mindy was curious: "Huh? What does Dad want?"

Luke: "He might be a cartoonist, how about that?"

Mindy: "ool! I'll have first-hand comics in the future."

System: Mindy McCready met the requirements, joined the host team, and is now a one-star teammate.

Luke: ...Wang Defa! Isn't this little loli too deceitful, just say a few words and become a teammate?

For a time, his mood was inexplicably complicated, and he couldn't help but rubbed Mindy's little head again: "It's too late today, how about a little gift for you when I have time?"

Mindy stretched out her little tail and said, "It's a word."

Luke chuckled lightly, and also stretched out his little tail finger and hooked the small finger together: "It's a deal."

After a while, his figure disappeared into the night, and the father and daughter stood by the window and watched him leave.

Mindy said, "Dad, he's a really nice guy, isn't he?"

Damon nodded: "Yes."

After pondering for a moment, he patted Mindy on the shoulder: "Go and sit down, I have something to tell you."

When the father and daughter were on the sofa in the living room, Damon only said a few words, and Minty called again: "What? You are joking! What the hell is going to school, this is what kind of bright future? V, you blockbuster How many~"

Damon was silent for a moment before he said, "v reminded me that you should indeed have a normal life in the future."

Mindy's eyes widened: "I think our life is normal now."

Damon smiled bitterly: "Minty, Frank D'Amico is dead, and his turf will soon be swallowed by other gangs. We don't have to think about how to deal with him every day, and we don't have to destroy his den every once in a while,"

Mindy was puzzled: "Then there are other bad guys, don't we have to deal with them in the future?"

Damon shook his head: "No, but they are not D'Amico, and we can't spend too much energy on them. In the future, we have a lot of free time, so v recommends that you go to school."