Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke's idea was neither clever nor surprising, but Fudge and Matt hadn't thought about it before.

They are lawyers, not decoration workers. They have long been used to the process of large-scale home improvement called decoration companies.

Luke's proposal turned everyone's head.

Develop it into a community reconstruction and community service to complete, then there is a lot of room for operation.

With the increase in scale, many costs can be saved, and these residents who have received donations can also do their own work.

With the decoration in place, these people don't mind paying a little labor.

Luke just opened his head and listened to the three of Fudge thinking about a lot of money-saving ideas. After drinking beer half an hour later, he and Selina got up and left.

Fudge did not save them either, Luke's professional leisure time is certainly not much.

Being willing to pay a lot of money to do good deeds is the greatest kind in the United States.

At this moment, the black kid Charlie is watching his blockbuster at home with his girlfriend Cordia.

Suddenly, he was so cold that he fought a cold war.

Cordia looked at him strangely: "What happened to you?"

Charlie shook his head blankly: "I don't know, I always think something bad is going to happen."

"You're here again. Every day I think I'm a sorcerer who is reincarnated. I can predict bad luck. But I've never seen you since I was a kid. I've never been lucky. You are really a sorcerer, and it must be the least useful one." Saying in dissatisfaction.

Her hand also took Charlie's hand and made him scream in pain: "Hey, I'm long, you're not afraid to break it."

Cordia rolled her eyes: "Don't you have another little **** outside? Oh, it should be old bitch. Sister Raka his eyebrows went to you last time, say, you two Does he have a leg? "

Charlie clasped his head with his hands: "OMG, is his sister almost two hundred pounds okay? Dear you, have you misunderstood my taste, I like you the most."

Cordia sneered sneerly: "You seem to often complain that I'm too skinny? A woman is always called to be full. You saw Sister Raka that day, and you always sang the song ... babygotback, right ! "

Charlie's vest breathed coolly, "Isn't that singing to you?"

He didn't have any interest in Raka's sister, but it was really interesting to bigbutts.

Sister Raka happened to have it, which caused him to associate further, and it turned out that Cordia had noticed it.

If this is found, he will definitely be in bad shape now.

He could only do everything possible to get rid of his girlfriend's suspicion, and that ominous hunch just now was completely forgotten.

When Luke and the two returned home, washed up, they went out to work again.

Two hours later, Sven glasses man Wesley had to call his boss again: "Boss, smiley mask and black cat just killed Gustavo Gomez, the angel of death, The warehouse was ransacked. Conservatively, the angel of death lost two tons of goods this time. Even without considering their subsequent response, the loss of this batch of goods will have a great impact on our business. "

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time. Wesley almost thought that the line was disconnected.

"Did you talk to the mutual aid club last time, did you get it?" The telephone asked.

Wesley: "I'm about to tell you this. The Mutual Aid Society rejected this mission, saying that we did not give specific personal information, such as true identity and the like."

The other end of the phone: "What a killer are they? They won't check it! I won't find a mercenary just by doing it."

Wesley was helpless: "They did say that. However, they don't seem to perfuse me and may have some trouble themselves."

On the other end of the phone: "I'm not the boss of the Mutual Aid Society. I care about what trouble they have. This group of wastes will be blacklisted in the future."

"Yes, boss." Wesley: "However, the Mutual Aid Society rejected this mission but recommended us to another platform."

The other side of the phone was surprised: "what?"

Wesley: "The Mutual Aid Society mentioned the Continental Hotel, saying that there can be a reward directly, so that killers around the world can help us find those masked people and kill them."

The phone was quiet again.

After listening to it like this, the mutual aid society may really have some problems on its own, otherwise it will introduce the business to other colleagues.

The reward is indeed the simplest.

Wesley did not find the Continental Hotel before because this force was very unsettling and had once clashed with his side.

But these days, the mask people's gang is too rampant. Within a few days, the attack surface has been extended from their subordinates to their allies (Damico), even the upstream supplier (Death Angel), and the downstream bulk merchant (Mrs. Gao ).

This is a proper rhythm to get them to death.

Wesley had to refer his boss to the taboo name "Continental Hotel".

"Yes, but don't use our name." For a moment of silence, the answer came over the phone.

Wesley heard the words, and a rock fell to his heart.

If you spend a little money, you can get the Continental Hotel and the mask people on board, which is perfect for Wesley.

Anyway, both sides are hostile forces on his side, no matter who wins or loses, or both lose, and even entanglement is a good thing.

He hadn't considered this kind of operation before because the Masked Gang was not so strong, and the attack on Wesley was not so strong.

Now, the forces of unknown strengths on both sides just happened.

Hanging up the phone, Wesley wondered.

Frank Damico has long pre-determined death orders at the Continental Hotel.

Once Damico and his son are killed, this revenge order will be launched, offering a reward of two million dollars each for the father and son.

This time, the masked people killed Damico and his son, and the total amount of revenge order reached 4 million, which is quite tempting.

But this is not enough.

The growing gang of mask people ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and its rapidly increasing strength have given the savvy Wesley a sense of crisis.

The more the other side fights, the stronger they say, the more and more associates, this is really bad for them.

Be sure to drag the Continental Hotel into this war as soon as possible.

With the conduct of the Continental Hotel, it will definitely fight with the Mask People's Congress.

Blame that **** Batman! Have fun playing police, so high-profile! Have the chance to kill you too! Wesley was fierce.

The number of masked police in New York has soared dozens of times over the past, and it's all caused by Batman.

In the past few months, there have been a lot of 10- and 20-year-olds in the country wearing black capes and wearing broken masks.

It's not good to be a low-key policeman quietly. You have to be on TV. Batman must be a hypocritical guy! Wesley once again slandered Batman before he started calling to arrange a reward.

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