Super Detective in the Fictional World

For a moment, Mies silently said, "How do you inform you when you are done?"

Luke felt again from his pocket, took out a business card, flicked it, and flew to Smith's chest.

Smith held the child's hand lightly and clamped his business card: "What do you want?"

Luke tilted his head and thought: "Maybe, it's just an answer?"

Then he turned to open the door: "One last question, why do you protect this baby?"

Smith silently said: "no-omen, no-kids. Thato39; s-the-ru1es." (Do not kill women, do not kill children, this is a rule.)

Hearing that, Luke nodded his head to Smith in the dark corner and stepped out of the door.

Smith frowned, listening to the sound of footsteps going away, until the lady Donna came in a moment later, and he asked, "Quentano, are they gone?"

Donna-Quentano is the woman with the **** in the contest, and her face is blank: "Leave, I watch them go downstairs."

Smith exhaled, drew his business card into his pocket, and meditated on the address just now, then walked to the bed and grabbed the stack of green bills.

Donna's eyes widened: "Where did this come from?"

For a moment, Smith said, "Commission." Then he put his banknotes in his pocket.

"Now, take care of him for a day, five thousand dollars, deal?" He raised the baby in his hand and motioned, looking at Donna.

Donna bit her lip without saying a word.

Here, Luke took Selina out of the building, turned around, and looked at the building behind him for a moment. The corner of his mouth provoked: "I've always met rich people!"

Driving on the road, the two did not return to the police station, but went straight home.

Selina finished washing, came out to the kitchen, looked at Luke who was busy there, hesitated, or asked, "Do you need to talk to me?"

Luke said, "That phone?"

Selena didn't say a word.

Luke continued to chop vegetables, moving quickly, without the slightest impatience.

Accurate, efficient, and amazingly controllable, only the brushing sound when the blade cuts through the vegetables

"It was Dustin who called and told me that someone from the headquarters took over the case at Esworth Park," he said calmly.

Selina was surprised: "Dustin ..."

The movement in Luke's hand stopped, and then continued: "I thought about this problem, it should have nothing to do with him. He is not yet a net, he is not so professional in officialdom, he is just repeating the order of a big man."

Selena was relieved.

Dustin and Elsa are very appetite for her, these two bosses have been really good for a long time.

In particular, in the comparison of Berwick's stingy ghost, these two bosses are even more outstanding, and their ability to carry pots is first-rate.

"You ..." Selena spit out the word, paused suddenly, and then turned: "When is dinner?"

Luke chuckled: "Up to twenty minutes, you can watch TV first."

She returned to the living room with a hum, and thought for a moment, and finally turned on the TV: "... Mr. Henry Esworth recently proposed a new bill. It advocates purifying the social environment, controlling the proliferation of guns, and calming the campus Space……"

She froze, turned down the TV, and watched for a few minutes before she took out the phone: "Sonia, how's the situation with Luca Barton?"

...

After dinner, Luke went to the garage and let Selina train herself.

Selina looked at his back, poked her mouth, and washed the dishes herself.

Now in order to save time, there is a retrofitted dishwasher in the house. She only needs to put the dishes in, and put them back in the cabinet after washing, drying and disinfecting.

Half an hour later, Luke appeared in an old apartment building with a black Ford SUV.

He was comfortably lying on the flat driver's seat, watching the video footage on the tablet in his hand.

The other tablet is stuck in the center console. Above is the picture of that apartment building.

Looking at the video he just received, Luke sneered: "The news of these people is really well-informed, and they found the psychotherapy clinic so soon."

While whispering, he looked at the monitoring on the center console.

In the picture, the apartment building has been abandoned, but several windows on the fifth floor are dimly lit.

At this moment, five men in black are on the ground floor, one is prying the door, and the other four are watching the party.

Luke turned on the radio to hear their conversation clearly.

"There are so many abandoned apartment buildings in this city. How can the boss be sure that guy is here? Lucky guess?"

"No, he doesn't rely on guessing. He can detect things we can't see. He used to be an expert in behavior analysis at fbi."

The guy who was knocking on the door reluctantly turned his head: "Forensic behavior consultant. How many times have I said, can you not add a new title to my professional resume every time? Details, details determine everything in this field. "

Then, with a hard click, he opened the door with a click.

He pushed the door and wanted to go in.

The four hands rushed up and held him: "But don't you think it would be better to go last? Boss."

The guy with black-rimmed glasses and a thick beard grinned: "Leaders hiding behind can only eat leftovers. First come, first served, this is the truth."

With that said, he took the lead and walked in.

Luke raised an eyebrow.

This guy is very interesting!

He got up and didn't rush out of the car, just adjusted the radio equipment.

"... violence is the most interesting and most worthwhile thing in the world." The big brother's words were full of expectations.

Luke sneered: The premise is that the target of violence is not himself.

"Call me a man, at least fifty. Our Mr. Smith is a marksman. He has won many British championships at the age of sixteen." The boss began to whisper orders.

Luke knew it: No wonder that Mr. Smith felt so obvious to him.

This dude, in a sense, exists with Luke now.

Accurate, efficient, cold, stable, and a big heart, no wonder Mr. Smith said that when he killed more than 20 gunmen, his expression remained calm.

This is a natural killer.

It is interesting that ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Mr. Smith's person is supposed to be a ruthless guy who can do anything bad for money, but this guy is also trying to protect that little baby.

Luke shook his head and laughed, pulled down his hood, put on his hood, and opened the door to get out.

...

"Know what I hate the plot when I watch a movie?" The bearded man asked softly in front of a group of people quietly pouring into the ground floor lobby of the apartment building.

The black gunmen looked at each other.

"I hate the director for always letting the good guy who comes out as a hero." The bearded man smiled and collected: "So, don't let it be born to you, my money is not so easy to get."

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