Super Detective in the Fictional World

When Sloan saw the ruby ​​red liquid in the vial in his hand, he suddenly looked desperate: "You all know, why do you still torture me? You are neurotic!"

Luke was a little embarrassed, because he didn't really know.

This ruby ​​red liquid is what the gangsters were looking for in the cruise hijacking incident between Robert and Catherine.

The strange octopus that appeared later became eager for this thing.

Luke studied for a while, and made little progress, and set aside temporarily.

In Tony Stark's ability, the level of drug research is not high, and it is not worth wasting this scarce blood orchid extract.

Its only experimental item was that of the previous Evil Knight, Castelle, who is still alive and well.

Thinking of this, his heart moved: "Last summer, did your people go to hijack the Atlantic cruise ship and **** blood orchid extract?"

Sloan nodded suddenly, "Yes."

Luke: "Why?"

"Someone bought the plantation workers and a guard and stole a batch of blood orchid extract from the warehouse. When I knew it, I sent someone to grab it back." Sloan said.

Luke: "Nothing leaked?"

Sloan: "I cleared the workers and guards over there, and I asked someone to kill the smugglers and instructors, and no one bothered me afterwards."

When asked here, Luke basically understood that the batch of blood orchid extract in his hand was the batch that Sloan had stolen.

He thought about it, and still asked, "Your big boss hasn't bothered to let you hand it over?"

Sloan: "Yes, I killed dozens of his bodyguards. I sat down on his bed and talked once, and he didn't want any more."

Luke: What, you really pretend.

But he thought for a while that even if he met Sloan, he would have a hard time dealing with this guy without elementary annihilation.

I ca n’t kill, I ’m not afraid of pain, and I can recover quickly. With arc shooting and physical outbreaks, there are not many people in the world who can stop Sloan's assassination.

"He never thought about working with you to get some life-saving medicine?" Luke was still a little curious about this.

Sloan: "Using more physical energy outbreaks will lead to physical failure and death. Excessive arc shooting will lead to brain damage and idiots. You must have a medicated bath to recover, otherwise the more frequent the fight, the killer will be The sooner I die. How can I hand it over? "

Luke rubbed his chin: "That person can no longer use these two abilities, and rest in peace, but can he live well?"

Sloan smiled bitterly: "With this power, who can bear it?"

Luke certainly understood.

This thing is Sloan's secret means of controlling the middle and high levels of the mutual aid society.

It is a pity that a cross emerged. What he excels at is layout and ultra-long-range sniping. Without using physical outbursts and arc shooting, he has tossed the Mutual Aid Society sufficiently. Sloan's checks and balances are not so useful to him.

But it can't be said that Sloan is stupid.

The layout of the cross is ultra-long-range sniper, which is also a top talent.

The Mutual Aid Society has been doing this profession professionally. Over the years, it has cultivated countless killers, but it has only been such a wonderful work.

At this point, Luke understood the problems associated with the medicated bath.

Looking at Sloan, he said, "What other last words?"

Sloan stared at him tightly: "I said what you want to know, and that made me die."

Luke said, "You said."

Sloan: "Who the **** are you?"

Luke: "Don't you guess? I am."

Sloan: "Impossible, how could it be a night demon!"

Huh!

Sloan's eyes widened, only to feel the pain in his head as if inserted by a red-hot steel knife.

The next moment, his consciousness burst and disappeared.

"Sorry, I just like the deadly unknown!" Luke pulled back the saber.

He looked at the system prompt, and the experience points for killing Sloan were credited, and then he thought about it and put his body into the first space.

System: If you find a collection of bad thoughts, you can convert 1000 points or change the function of the storage module.

At a glance, Luke looked at the "fat cow slices" and limb parts contributed by Sloan, and put them into the first space.

Sure enough, the system added a similar prompt, but the convertible points is 900.

In other words, Sloan's entire package can convert almost two thousand experience points, which is one tenth of the Underworld.

Although not much, it is always in vain and worth it!

Thinking about this, Luke pulled out his mobile phone: "It's me, John Wick. I want to order dinner for 187 people. The address is North Seventeen Textile Mill in North Bergen. I'm not kidding. I'll wait for you at the door. hour."

Talking, he went out all the way.

When he came to the wall at the gate, he sat on a pile, shaking his legs, and hummed the song gently.

He hummed twice, and Luke always felt that something had gone awry, leaving a set in his arms, with a bottle of beer and a bag of salted peanuts in his hand.

Taking a small sip of beer and peeling two more peanuts, he looked up at the sky: "Hey, unfortunately there is no moon tonight. Amitabha, be kind and good!"

Twenty minutes later, a van and a large truck arrived in front of the Seventeen Textile Factory. In the eyes, the figure in the black suit was sitting on the city wall, just like a slacker drinking on his porch.

On the van, a skinny old man came down and asked his head, "Are you sure, we can go in for cleaning?"

Luke nodded, not bothering to whisper, but just threw a cloth bag down.

The old man caught it lightly, opened the pull rope, and four neatly bundled gold coins appeared in front of him.

This is the standard way of bundling continental gold coins. A stack is fifty.

John used a lot of gold coins, of course not enough.

This is what Luke just pulled out of the mutual aid society, and now it is just used to collect the corpses of the mutual aid society.

The old man looked up again: "Too much."

Luke peeled another peanut and threw it into his mouth. "Tip."

The old man silently raised his hand to take off his soft brim hat and bowed slightly: "It is my pleasure to serve you, Your Excellency ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ At the same time, more than a dozen people got off the truck Bowing all over, with a respectful look.

Luke just hummed and stood up.

Wine bottle peanut shells have already been stored in the storage space before, there is nothing worth staying here.

By the time the old man waited, the figure on the wall disappeared.

The old man exhaled and turned to look at the guy behind him: "Mouth closed, who will ask what's going on tonight and let them come to me, understand?"

Everyone: "Understand."

The old man took the lead, and was not too surprised to see a few dead bodies at commanding heights.

When he entered the open main factory building, he looked just like the guy behind him, his face changed greatly, and he whispered, "S!"

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