Chapter 937 The Old Customer of the Slut = Da Kaizi?

Thinking of the scene of the fairies meeting in the dark night of New York two days later, the corners of Luke's mouth curled up.

What is a killer? You must have at least one life in your hand to be called a killer, and the number of people killed is proportional to your level.

A top killer in the industry, if he doesn't make a "big business" with ten votes and eight votes, then he can't be a top word.

And he has long speculated that in the system's judgment rules, killers ≈ bad guys, and the number of murders they kill represents the amount of experience points in the system.

Killing without justifiable reasons, or even killing innocents with justifiable reasons, cannot escape the system's judgment of bad guys.

How many of these killers who came for money would show mercy to the innocent?

Luke felt that if there was such a conscientious killer, he would have been recognized for his points deduction.

Therefore, these killers are not enemies in his eyes, but a group of... elite monsters, and even boss monsters.

Thinking of this, he was in a happy mood and could not help humming a song: "theytoldhidon039tyouevercearoundhere..."

Selena on the side glanced at him and said nothing.

These days, this guy likes to hum when he has nothing to do, a typical good mood.

It should be because I am happy to have the laboratory I have long loved. She thought so.

Luke has always liked to fiddle with mechanical things, including but not limited to battle armor, personal equipment, drones, cars, and motorcycles.

Not only did he build new ones himself, but he also scouted some old and broken old mechanical products to repair them and put them at home as displays.

This kind of hobby, no matter how you look at it, looks like a middle-aged person who likes nostalgia.

Man, is a child who will never grow up!

Selena stopped thinking about it and asked, "Continue to scout the environment around these targets in the afternoon?"

"No, I'll find an acquaintance first." Luke shook his head and said casually, "Dial Wade Wilson's number." The car phone started dialing immediately.

Selena was stunned: "Why are you looking for this bitch?"

While listening to the beeping waiting tone, Luke said casually, "He's a local snake in New York, and he's in the mercenary business. Wouldn't he know about this tens of millions of dollars in business?"

Selena thought so too.

It's not that she's stupid, it's just that Wade's cheapness gave her a deep memory. Hearing the name makes people have the urge to draw a gun.

There was no response when the phone rang and the line was automatically disconnected. Luke slammed his mouth: "Send a text to Wade and tell him that the customer is looking for him to sell news. The information fee starts at five hundred dollars."

The on-board program executed the command again, but it still didn't respond.

Selena looked at Luke and laughed.

There are not many people who can make Luke come back without success, and the slut Wade is also unique.

Luke wasn't angry either.

He usually doesn't get angry with others, and it's even more unnecessary to get angry with a slut like Wade.

"Send another message and tell him that if he doesn't return the call, I'll take 30 of the reward Wieland gave him last time as a mission agency fee." He said again.

In an apartment somewhere in New York, Vanessa, who was watching TV with Wade, took the phone and said, "Maybe it's something important." Wade slumped lazily on the sofa, He didn't hold onto her leg honestly with one hand: "I need to rest more, I was exhausted from the last mission."

Vanessa smiled and stomped her bare feet on his face, kicking the lazy guy away: "It's been a few months and you haven't rested enough?"

Wade has the attitude of a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water, and will not let go if he is killed: "Dear, why do I need to rest, don't you have any points?"

Vanessa gave him a charming look, ignoring the unfamiliar number without any markings, and opened a new message.

After two glances, she immediately threw the phone to Wade.

Wade was caught off guard, and was knocked on the bridge of his nose by the Nokia brand brick, and groaned in pain: "Ah, my face, I am very handsome,

A face that can be eaten! "

Vanessa: "Your old customer came to you and said that if you don't call him back, he will ask you for the agency fee for the Willand mission."

Wade covered his face and didn't forget to sneer: "Daydream! No one wants to take money from me..."

As a result, seeing Vanessa's half-smiling face, he quickly added: "My money is your money."

Vanessa was so angry and funny that she couldn't help pinching his face with her feet: "I want your money?"

Wade shook his head immediately: "No, you raised me these days."

Vanessa was helpless: "Okay, hurry up and call. Didn't you say you wanted to have a Christmas party? Are you going to let your friends drink tap water if you don't have money?"

Wade looked at the phone message and said, "That's Christmas! It's my favorite! It only belongs to the two of us. I won't ask people to come. Well, even if they come, they have to bring their own drinks."

At this time, he finally saw the two text messages.

He was stunned for a while, he tilted his head and thought about it for a while, and he couldn't help but make a q in his mouth, and immediately started broadcasting.

Vanessa is curious.

The person who can make Wade so positive is really a regular customer? Or did he owe the other party a lot of money, such as... agency fees?

Wade noticed her expression and silently lip-mouthed "Big Kaizi".

Vanessa understands.

No matter how much money those patrons give, in Wade's mouth it's just a good child, only the difference in size.

Then, she saw a flattering smile on Wade's face: "Hey, boss Luke, it's been a long time since I saw you, what business do you need me for?"

In the car, Luke smiled and said, "Mr. Wilson, it's really not easy to get through your phone, won't it bother you?"

Of course disturbed! Wade's hand was still holding Vanessa's leg, muttering in his heart, but he immediately denied it: "No, no. That information fee..."

Luke: "It's inconvenient to talk on the phone. Let's talk when we meet."

Wade looked happy: "Ah, Boss Luke, I'm back in New York now. If you want to meet and discuss in detail, you may need to subsidize my travel expenses. I don't have high requirements for air tickets, business class is fine, and the hotel is four-star. The last time I went to the Four Seasons Hotel was not enough. The toilet was leaking, and the sound of dripping water kept me from sleeping well for a few days…”

It's not just before Christmas, taking Vanessa to Los Angeles for a free vacation, sunbathing on the beach, and hehe. There are tons of small ideas in someone's mind.

In the car, Selena couldn't help but scolded a bitch in a low voice.

Luke was calm.

You can be angry with anyone, but never get angry with Wade, it will only torture yourself and make Wade happy.

He just interrupted, "Mr. Wilson, I'm in New York."

"...It's best to have a double bed in the room, the round one, so that I won't roll down and fall, uh, what are you talking about?" Wade said half a sentence before closing his mouth and asked in surprise.