Super Detective in the Fictional World

As long as Claire isn't going to college in New York, that's not a problem.

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

Selina looked at him inexplicably, wondering: "Why do you look like this? Don't you want her to come?"

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

Selena understood it too, holding up her hand: "Do you really want to go? Then ... Hey, why should I have a headache? Isn't Claire your sister?"

Luke smiled bitterly. "Well, thank you for your headache."

Having said that, he drove home.

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

Driving on the road, Ginny called and said, "Why did you suddenly get 20 million in the company account? Well, it was from Stark Group."

Luke: "I did a small business."

Ginny: ... Are you misunderstanding the word "little"?

Tell Ginny not to worry, this money is the phone company's reserve, and he hangs up.

The number of 20 million is not large but not small.

Tony likes to be big-handed, and that's on weekday entertainment.

As a businessman, he is doing business well.

The two weapons of the Iron Blood Warrior given by Luke, strictly speaking, were worthy of the energy weapon, but they may not be able to study anything.

Tony gave 20 million as the market price.

Tony used his watch to exchange two boxes of roadside strawberries, or to show Pepper to billions of steel armor fireworks, Luke also had his own understanding.

Just like how much Luke is willing to give Selena, whether it is worth 5 million or 50 million is his own business.

But Willand would have to give him half a million dollars for his private work. Sheila asked him to do one night's security and also gave him $ 10,000.

By the same token, Tony was willing to waste money on his private life, but this arms business with Luke must follow the rules.

Business is business! This is American truth.

Your own fortune seems too good recently? Luke thought about it and drove around in the Eastern District.

Make money over there, and he's going to contribute for free to help others.

Human debt is the most difficult to pay back.

He left for some graffiti-like text at important intersections in the Eastern District and left for home.

After entering the room, he heard a bang in the guest room.

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

However, holding all the new things in the room, Luke looked weird: "Where did these things come from?"

Selina was still kneeling on the bed, sorting out the sheets that had just been laid out, and she didn't return her head and said, "I bought them for Talia, it's not used."

"Piggie Pig?" Luke couldn't help crying. "Are you sure Claire will like this?"

Selina: "She's not yet eighteen years old, or else you go out and buy her a favorite?"

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

Three years ago, Claire still liked this cute style.

But the women's college changed, and he's really not sure about Claire's aesthetics now.

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

After making this decision, Luke didn't say anything anymore, and she slipped away, keeping Selina busy.

At night, Luke left alone after 11 o'clock.

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

"What are you afraid of? Luke is saying that hitting is okay, hitting whatever you want!"

"But we didn't say how many people were hit."

"That's what you didn't say. I have to follow Luke's rules.

"What about your face, where is your face?"

Here, Luke headed east.

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

At twelve, a person walked in outside the gate.

Looking at the dark shadow sitting in the middle of the factory building, the man froze and stepped down.

The shadow has said: "Come here, Rebecca asked me to help you."

The man came in silence for a moment, pulled his gun behind his hand, and walked slowly: "Who are you?"

Black Shadow tilted his head and operated a few times on the phone: "You can call me Puncher." (Boxer)

The gun in the hand came up: "You lie. Rebecca has no friends."

Heiying chuckled silently, and typed and played again: "I owe her a little affection and barely count her friends. And you, Blood Mint, also count as her recognized friends."

The person's face came out under the camping lamp.

This is a white woman, about thirty-six or sixty-five. Her face is not particularly beautiful, but slightly hard, her eyebrows filled with gloomy gloom, her eyes dark and indifferent.

At this moment, her condition was not very good, she looked pale and said nothing. The trouser tube on the left thigh had a blood stain, and even the hand holding the gun was shaking slightly.

However, she still didn't drop her gun: "You are a mutual aid person!"

Heiying stood up: "If it is a mutual aid society, do you think they will not do it? You are not hurt now."

As he said, he came over.

Hei Ying came to her, ignoring her muzzle: "Okay, it's useless to brace, I will deal with the wound for you."

With that, he easily seized her pistol and threw it aside.

The other hand had already lifted the woman named Blood Mint and put her on the table and sat.

Blood Mint looked horrified before he wanted to do it, but he pressed it to his shoulders: "Okay. I want to kill you. There was a two second chance just now."

Blood Mint paused, and finally did not resist again, but said, "Why keep playing with voice?"

Black Shadow shrugged, and typed a string of words again: "Do I want to be as high-profile as you? Stealing arms doesn't even cover your face. It is only a matter of time before the Los Angeles Police Department and the FBI want to find you."

After speaking, he turned back to his mobile phone ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ to signal her to be quiet, then quickly took a knife to cut off the pants on her left thigh, removed the gauze that was simply bandaged outside, and immediately shook his head.

This woman is really cruel.

A huge wound of seven or eight centimeters was actually used to staple the flesh with a stapler, even if the wound was sutured.

Luke looked, his teeth were a little pantothenic.

He drew a few times from his backpack, took out medical supplies, and gave her a painkiller first.

A few moments later, he began to clean the wound, and finished stitching and bandaging.

In less than ten minutes, everything was processed.

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

He stored the medical supplies in a black cloth bag and set them aside before he took out his mobile phone and continued typing: "You keep these things for yourself. Revenge can also be prepared and medical supplies are not difficult to buy."