Super Detective in the Fictional World

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Luke's finger was tapping gently on the cola bottle: "I seem to have asked at the time if this information would allow me to find the target, you said yes."

Weisuo: "Fifty-four people, twelve of them appeared. That's not enough. What else do you want, when did I guarantee it was 100% correct?"

Luke laughed lightly: "Twenty-five of the 54 people didn't even have a record, and the other 10 ... mechanics, justices, executioners, white ghosts? Ha ha, you just put the legend in the city Those nicknames are written! Do you think that my time is worthless if you do this! "

Vissola lowered his face: "I'm not satisfied. I'll go find someone else to buy information later and see who can do what you asked for. Walk slowly and don't send it."

Luke sighed, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message, then turned it back and drank with Coke.

Vesso dissatisfied: "Did you hear? You can go."

Luke motioned to Coke in his hand: "I paid for it. Are you sure you want to drive me away?"

Visuo's lips moved, and he finally swallowed the words "is" to his mouth.

He felt a little wrong.

The young man's attitude is abnormal.

Luke bought half a copy of fake information and was pushed back by him like this, but Luke didn't even get angry.

Too many people are bluffing with him, or have a grudge in his heart. He has been doing this for many years and can easily distinguish the difference.

Vesso was a little hesitant.

A few minutes later, Luke's cell phone rang. He picked up and said a few words, then turned to look at the door.

Soon two people walked in outside the gate.

Seeing Luke smiling and beckoning to them at the bar, the two also came over and laughed and sat down.

Luke: "John, Joe, what do you want to drink? I'll treat you today."

John McLean was still the shirt to accompany the thick jacket, and still the laziness that didn't care about everything.

Joe Lambert was wearing a loose suit, without a tie, and the buttons were not fastened, showing a line of chest hair, matching his strong physique and Indian ancestry features, it looked wild.

Visomer didn't say a word.

He can see that these two guys are not easy to mess with, but there are too many guys in the bar, and he is not afraid.

John and Joe asked for ice whiskey and beer for beer.

Viso hesitated for a moment, and Luke had thrown a hundred-dollar bill into the glass jar: "What? You're out of business?"

Visuo's heart twitched and he started to drink.

Everything is fake. The hundred-dollar bill is not fake.

John talked and laughed with Luke, and poured the whiskey he had just put in front of him.

"Oh!" He turned his head sharply and squirted out a half mouthful of whiskey in his mouth.

Joe drank the beer calmly: "Shit? I drank too much last night, but now I have nausea?"

John wiped the corners of his mouth, didn't answer this, looked suspiciously at Luke, but saw him smile with a smile on his face,

John sipped his whisky again, and hesitantly said, "Luke, this ... shouldn't you be a" surprise "for me? This joke is not funny at all."

Luke shrugged. "No, it's always been like whisky here."

John was stunned.

Joe also noticed the anomaly. He sniffed the whiskey, and laughed hardly: "This one looks like whiskey except for the color."

Luke then took out a few hundred dollar bills and threw them all into the glass jar: "Come, get a copy of your wine here."

Visso didn't move this time.

Luke raised an eyebrow: "What? Are you discriminating against our customers? Don't blame me for complaining to you."

Visuo frowned, his eyes moved for a moment, but he could only drink alcohol.

He probably understood that Luke was looking for differences.

If you catch someone directly, the other party can really complain to him.

No one here takes the law seriously, but here is New York after all, not a wilderness, basic social rules must still be observed.

More than ten minutes later, John and Joe were having fun.

"Well, this one doesn't have the smell of oak, but it has the smell of rubber. It's amazing."

"Come, taste this. I have never had a plastic tequila in my life."

"Well, this is like blending out detergent."

"My aunt, what is this? How do I feel like I'm drinking toilet cleaner!"

"Oh, you used to drink toilet cleaners. No wonder I think your body is more and more about a toilet."

"You should go and drink the toilet cleaner, because your mouth smells like the toilet."

Vesso had black lines on his face, Luke and Selina smiled, watching the two middle-aged men with horrific expressions chattering there.

Wade felt the atmosphere was not good, so he got up and slipped away, but was stopped by Luke: "You wait for a while, it is good for our future cooperation."

Wade tangled for a moment, still succumbing to the "money" prestige of the patrons.

After being a mercenary for such a long time, of course he knew the truth behind what happened in person.

The two did not meet, he could not answer the phone at all, at best, his cell phone was broken.

After the meeting, the mess was to tear the face.

The 10,000-dollar knife in his pocket has not yet covered the heat, and now tearing his face, it is likely to lose the big customer Luke.

He didn't want to tear his face with money.

When John and Joe had enough fun, Luke said, "Say business."

The smiles on John and Joe's faces closed, and they stopped paying attention to the strange wines.

Luke: "I mentioned to you in the text message, remember?"

John glanced at Vesso squintingly, with the corner of his mouth raised, and the classic casualness: "Is this guy trying to pit you?"

Joe also looked at Vesso: "It really is a recidivist who sells fakes, so many wines are not true."

John coughed. "The beer you drank should be real."

Qiao Ha ha: "Any mention of 5.99's goods, how does he cost? Irrigation water into it? That's not enough labor costs."

Wisso twitched the corner of his mouth ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ speechless.

In fact, this is true. If the difference in beer is not large, he will also pour fake wine into it.

John turned to look at Luke: "What do you want to do? Let him have a meal or take it back, and teach him a little bit?"

Luke shook his head: "We are law-abiding citizens. Well, I heard you have an old friend at the ATF (American Tobacco, Weapons, and Explosives Agency)?"

John didn't think so: "Although the relationship is good and useless, let's say hello three or five."

Luke pointed to a pile of fake wine in front of several people: "This thing should belong to them, right?"

John scratched the hairline that was moving further up: "The ones I know are mainly weapons and explosives, but I can call and ask them."

Then, he took out his mobile phone and made two calls.

The first few words were hung up, and the second said a few words, and he looked at Luke: "To what extent do you think?"