A retired reincarnation of a certain American film

Luke has been unable to figure out one thing.

That is……

When did he leave others with the illusion that he was honest, kind, and easy to bully?

honest?

Kind?

Luke might have had these things before he entered the Lord God's Space, but he had long ago thrown them away after entering the Lord God's Space.

Because in the main god space, honest people and kind people basically cannot survive the third main god mission.

As for the damage caused by the two missiles just fired.

There is a professional term for this.

Collateral casualties.

And the impact of this kind of thing can be easily solved.

Luke listened to Commander Maria Hill's slightly angry words on the phone and thoughtfully gave a solution: "Commander Hill, I have a solution."

Maria Hill on the other end of the phone temporarily put away her anger.

"What?"

"You write the report, and I'll approve the note."

Luke smiled slightly and said: "SHIELD can count the number of incidental casualties affected by this wave. I will arrange for my people to make a reasonable calculation of the remaining value of these people, and then make certain full compensation for these casualties."

In the world of capital, there is nothing that money cannot solve.

If there is.

That is not enough money.

Say it.

Luke directly hung up the call with Maria Hill, returned the phone to Natasha Romanov in front of him, then turned around and glanced at the noble man who was escorted to the helicopter, and looked again Natasha: "I'd like to trouble you to finish this."

Seoul police officers are already here.

He was too lazy to deal with this kind of police officer who didn't even have his own sovereignty. After finishing speaking, he took Lucy and Xu Xialing directly towards the helicopter.

soon.

The helicopter soared into the sky on the ruined road, then turned and quickly headed towards the Longshan Federal Military Base.

Natasha, who stayed where she was, couldn't help but frown as she looked at the countless exploded vehicles and various corpses lying on the road in front of her.

The Seoul police officers who got off their police cars also came to the scene. When they saw this scene, their expressions were full of shock and all kinds of words like Xiba came out.

Longshan base.

Just after the helicopter landed, William Stryker, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed up and pulled Luke aside as he got off the plane.

"Wortherfak, second fighter."

"Huh."

Luke was a little surprised when he was pulled by William Stricker: "Isn't that fighter plane yours?"

William Stryker smiled coldly, said nothing, and just looked at Luke quietly.

Luke shrugged.

"Okay, that's what I arranged."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid that your indecision will delay the fight."

"I……"

William Stryker, who had only heard others call him "cruel", "cold", and "unhuman" in his entire life, heard someone call him "indecisive" for the first time, and couldn't help but feel his brain twitch.

He wanted to say something to rebut Luke.

but……

William thought about it seriously, and he did seem to hesitate at that time.

After all, the reason for launching the first missile was very sufficient.

But for the second missile, there were not only hostages in the car, but also civilians nearby...

All right.

Compared with the Luke who regards civilians as ants in front of me, I am indeed a little indecisive.

William Stryker opened his mouth, but couldn't help but shook his head: "You are not worried at all. What will happen to the people on the West Coast if the things here spread back to your West Coast?"

Luke blinked: "My base camp, William, what are you worried about? After the people on the west coast know about it, they will only once again prove my reputation as the iron-blooded director."

Since his debut, he has been famous for his iron-bloodedness.

Fight the hardest battle.

Chew on the hardest bones.

The most important thing.

Luke looked at William Stryker with some amusement: "Also, William, you may have forgotten who controls the public opinion on the West Coast."

Although it is the major media groups on the West Coast that control the public opinion on the West Coast.

But his fiancee's name is Rachel.

The most beautiful host in West Coast Media, because of Rachel's relationship, Luke has maintained a good relationship with the entire West Coast media industry.

So from a certain perspective, Luke dare not say that he can control all public opinions, but he can control the public opinions about him.

As for beyond the West Coast?

The legs are on other people's bodies, and the mouth is on other people's faces. Say whatever you like.

He is not the kind of person who needs to live off other people's praise, nor is he the kind of garbage god who needs to be believed in by others.

Luke dared to say, patting his chest.

His current strength and status are all due to his tireless efforts and hard work day and night.

When William heard this, he sighed again.

"You should have told me beforehand."

"It's not too late, and the result is good, isn't it?"

Luke said with a smile, and then without waiting for William to speak again, he pulled William directly and walked together towards the noble young man who had been thrown into the laboratory.

In the laboratory.

Your noble son.

wrong.

At this moment, your young master is like a disabled stray dog, being thrown on the floor of the laboratory, with his hands and feet tied up, his mouth wide open, drooling uncontrollably, dripping on the floor on, and soon gathered into a puddle.

Behind the viewing mirror.

Luke took off his suit jacket and handed it to Lucy. At the same time, he took off his watch, said something to Lucy, and walked inside.

Just as he pushed the door open and walked into the room, the phone rang.

Alexander Pierce called.

Luke closed the door with his backhand and clamped his phone between his hands. He looked at the young master who was lying on the floor and struggled even more after seeing him coming in. He pulled up a chair, sat down with his head pressed down, and started masturbating. Pulling up his sleeves, he said this to Alexander Pierce on the other end of the phone.

The purpose of Alexander Pierce's call was also simple.

What just happened on Handa South Road has reached the ears of the five overlord directors.

Of course.

Pierce didn't come here to ask questions, but to talk to Lu Ke.

"The agent in Seoul just filed a complaint."

"Complain?"

Lu Kele smiled: "These Xiba sticks are covering up the murderer who kidnapped my daughter. I didn't even complain, but they still have the nerve to complain."

Alexander smiled.

"Maybe they didn't expect you to have so much energy, and they didn't expect you to be so unscrupulous."

"They won't shed tears until they see the coffin."

Lu Ke sneered, and the Nepalese saber in his right hand casually slashed the main artery of the noble man's right leg beneath him, and then asked curiously: "You five overlord agents even held a meeting specifically for me. What did you say at the meeting? "

Alexander did not answer directly, but asked curiously: "Do you know the Dongguo agent?"

Luke denied: "What's wrong?"

Alexander immediately told Luke that in the impromptu telephone video conference just now, when faced with the cry of the Seoul agent, the first person to support Luke was not him, but the director of Dongguo.

So that surprised him a little bit.

Luke was a little curious.

"What did the Dongguo director say?"

"He told the Seoul agent that in this matter, whoever cries is not justified. The first thing to determine is whether their people are really involved in kidnapping the baby and are also involved in covering up these murderers."

"Yeah?"

Hearing this, Lu Ke raised his eyebrows: "I don't know Director Dong Guo, but the reason is on my side. I have given these sticks time. Since they don't want to be decent, there is nothing they can do. I'm here to help them be decent. ."

Alexander chuckled: "That's fine. Once something like this happens, I guess people in Seoul will not dare to get involved in this matter."

Those who are afraid of death are afraid of those who are not.

Those who are not afraid of death are afraid of fools.

Luke has no doubt that this is the current situation.

After the missile incident on Handa South Road, in order to prevent Lu Ke from going berserk again, no matter who else was helping Dr. Bai and the others before, these people must re-evaluate their plans to help Dr. Bai and the others before they are buried with them. The stakes are high.

at this time.

Alexander Pierce seemed to hear something that sounded like a nightingale crying, and asked curiously: "What's the sound over there that's so unpleasant?"

Luke snorted, glanced down at the noble man below him, smiled, and put aside the Nepalese army knife in his hand: "I'm cooking the newly arrived ingredients. By the way, Pierce, have you ever eaten one? A hundred and thirty pounds of roast turkey?"

A picture instantly appeared in Alexander Pierce's mind, and he couldn't help but shudder. Then he said something to Luke directly, and then hung up the phone.

Lu Ke chuckled, put away the phone, then moved the seat under him to the side, and then pressed the noble master on the floor against the wall, looked at the bruised and swollen noble master with a smile, and landed on the noble master. On those swollen eyes.

"It might hurt a little later, so bear with it." Luke said softly, "There's no anesthetic. If you move around and poke your eyes out later, it's none of my business."

Said.

Luke directly grabbed the Nepali saber and handed it towards the noble prince's eyelids.

The noble prince's eyes widened.

The next second.

The noble master's whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Outside the viewing mirror.

Lucy and Xu Xialing couldn't bear it anymore, their expressions changed drastically, they covered their lips, turned around and ran out of the laboratory in unison.

William Stryker's eyes glowed.

He asked himself that he was considered a master of torture, but now, looking at the scene in front of him, he finally understood.

On torture.

Still authentic to the FBI.

In the laboratory.

Just when Lu Ke had just put down his saber, feeling that he had not done anything for many years and felt that his skills were a bit rusty, the phone rang again.

unknown number.

...(End of chapter)