Super Detective in the Fictional World

Harry watched the younger sister, paying attention to her expression and subtle body movements: "Yelina and he are in good tune, so do you want to find a boyfriend too?"

Margaret couldn't help thinking about it for a moment, and shook her head less firmly: "No, no. I just think that others are good, and I feel very happy with him."

Harry frowned, and the answer wasn't terribly good.

Her younger sister was pure and simple, but she was decisive to death.

The last time Margaret married William Johnson, the whole family didn't know.

It wasn't until she reached out to Harry for help, that Harry knew she was married, and the unmasked "brother-in-law" died.

But, what can I do?

People who study art don't talk about logic as soon as they come.

"Oh." Harry just responded lightly, and immediately changed the subject: "How about that art exhibition in the afternoon?"

Margaret's attention was immediately diverted, and she said excitedly: "Sister, two of Monroe's paintings have come to my attention, and the prices are very high."

Harry whispered, "How tall?"

Margaret: "The crying girl is 1.2 million, and the fragmented space is 800,000."

Harry snorted, his mouth cocked: "Lin Sai is doing well."

Margaret was blank: "Ah?"

Although it was Lin Sai who held an exhibition for Monroe, but this painting sold for a high price, shouldn't Monroe paint well?

Harry wasn't interested in explaining to this simple sister what "trust" was and what operations were.

For this sister who is worth over one hundred million yuan, painting is just pure art, and it has nothing to do with these commercial operations.

But for Harry, the news had a little impact.

A few days ago, two paintings that were said to be Monroe's masterpieces were given as private gifts to Harry.

Although not both, she can imagine that the "pricing" of Monroe's official work is at least several hundred thousand dollars.

Those two gifts are still in the exhibition, and the starting price is one million dollars.

Lindsay, the means of buying people is quite clever! There was a slight turmoil in Harry's mind, and it soon disappeared.

Her mind is not on money.

As a psychologist, she is not short of money.

When the billionaire little widow Margaret came to New York, she insisted that all living expenses should be paid by her fund account.

In the face of Lin Sai's change of form, the "millions" benefit fee was sent, but Harry was just a little surprised, but she wouldn't be out of character.

It's Lindsey who can keep in touch, but be careful not to let Margaret get too close to her.

Politicians are totally untrustworthy.

By contrast, she would rather margaret and Elena go closer, at least the girl is of good character and can be trusted.

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Luke, who drove away, didn't know the little words between the sisters, Harry and Margaret, and he took Elena to continue walking in New York City.

Until eight in the evening, the two left for Palland College.

On the outskirts of North Bergen, Luke's phone vibrated slightly.

The simple monitoring system temporarily mounted outside the car found some special conditions and immediately alerted him.

For the sake of portability and easy installation and removal, this simple monitoring system is small in size, so the monitoring range is not too large, and it is better than nothing.

Slowing down the vehicle speed slightly, he took out a fake cell phone and operated it twice. A minimalist electronic map was displayed on the LCD screen, and his eyes turned to the left.

There were gunfire.

They were in the direction Luke looked at, and they were only thirty meters away from Luke.

The sound of gunfire is not dense but coherent.

From Luke's discovery, there were already seven or eight shots during the tens of meters, indicating that there were more than one participant in the shootout.

Elena didn't notice his movements and didn't hear a few inaudible gunshots. She continued to adjust the photos on her mobile phone and prepared to pass a few screen savers for him.

After thinking about it, Luke turned the steering wheel and turned into the neighborhood street.

Elena looked up: "What's wrong?"

Luke: "Nothing, I don't want to send you back too soon, or I'll have coffee again."

Elena immediately raised her hand and patted him, but the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "I need to take a good rest tonight, so I won't give you coffee."

Luke smiled, parked the car into the open space on the side of the road, unfastened Elena's seat belt, took her by one hand, and laid it flat on her lap: "Are you sure?"

Elena whispered, "Ah, what are you doing!" Her eyes were filled with smiles.

Luke's head came up, blocking her whisper.

Behind Elena, the fake phone has been placed on the dashboard, and a series of information just analyzed has been swiped on it.

At least five people were fired, and the exchange of fire took place in the luxurious cottage, which was more than 20 meters away.

The headset was connected to the New Jersey Police Communication Channel. Someone called the police and said it was "noisy."

But for a moment, the gunfire stopped completely, and apparently the fighting inside the villa was over.

Luke released a miniature drone directly from the storage space outside the car and issued instructions to enter the villa for reconnaissance.

The micro-drone went quietly and penetrated into the villa from a glass door broken by a bullet.

A few moments later, Luke saw a messy man with a flesh wound on his face, sitting on the ground and panting sharply.

Lying on the ground in front of him was a man in black with a saber in his heart. This must be cool.

In the arms of Lu Kehuai, he held the exquisite small but fleshy female painter, but he thought about it.

The man in black with a knife in his heart is definitely not a policeman.

The man was wearing a black suit and a black hood, which was obviously wrong.

So he is not an agent in swat, the secret service group, or some departments.

The drone continued to walk around the villa and soon observed all the dead.

Twelve deceased, all in black suits and black balaclavas, died in this bungalow villa.

Luke's combat experience is too rich, and the one-to-many experience is innumerable. Just a few glances can roughly understand the process of fighting.

After entering into the villa, these masked black suits were smashed by the man, and the anti-killing succeeded, and none escaped.

Top Master! Luke commented on the only living man in the villa ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The drone quickly entered the basement entrance, passing an eight-pound sledgehammer and a broken concrete floor. Under the ground is a large open box with many weapons inside.

This is not the point.

The point is the neat rows next to the weapon, like coins.

It's just different from ordinary coins, they exude golden colors.

Luke narrowed his eyes. How did this thing look like that of the Continental Hotel?

Elena whispered, "Don't, don't be here."

Luke smiled and let go of his slightly tightened hand, stroking her back to signal that he had no further meaning.

At this time, the red and blue rays went from far to near, and a patrol police car flashing with police lights but not pulling the alarm stopped in front of the villa.

A patrol officer got out of the car and rang the doorbell.