Watching the baldie's car disappear around the bend, Luke let go of the future artist's fleshy earlobe. "Okay, let's go."
Elena was confused. "Huh?"
Luke said, "You don't know anything about what happened tonight. Don't mention it to anyone."
Elena: "Huh?"
Luke drove the car onto the road and said, "The gunshots just now were probably made by some people who do dirty work. You know what dirty work is, right? "
Elena thought about the movies she had seen. "Bad guys who kill people to keep them quiet?"
Luke nodded. "Something like that. But whether it's them or the people who are attacked, they basically have their own rules. Unless necessary, they won't interact with ordinary people. It's safest for you to pretend they don't exist. "
After a brief silence, Elena suddenly put her hand on his. "You deal with these people and things often, don't you?"
Pondering for a moment, Luke shook his head. "Most of the time, I'm just a bystander at the police department. I usually call SWAT to deal with such powerful people."
Elena chuckled. "You're lying to me again."
She wasn't as naive as Margaret. Just thinking about Luke's reaction when he heard the gunshots, it wasn't something an ordinary detective could do.
He was calm, composed, and could even joke a little. If he hadn't experienced something like this before, he wouldn't have been so relaxed.
She even felt that Luke hadn't bothered with this matter and had instead informed the New Jersey police because he was with her.
For her safety, Luke didn't even want to be photographed. Why would he take the risk when she was with him?
Thinking that, she couldn't help but hold his hand tightly.
Sensing her emotions, Luke didn't say anything. He simply smiled and squeezed her hand in response.
The Ford disappeared into the night.
…
At nine o 'clock on the 24th, Luke took a shower and gave the future artist, who was still asleep a deep goodbye kiss, in exchange for a groggy response.
Elena had gone to bed very late last night, and had been dragged to have morning coffee by Luke when it was almost dawn. She was now catching up on her sleep.
She had asked for it.
When she came back last night, she said that she had new inspiration. Since it was very quiet during the break, she could turn her inspiration into work, so she had a lot of time to sleep during the break.
After covering her with a blanket, Luke left Paland Academy.
After returning the Ford Explorer that he had rented, he took the subway to the villa in New Jersey and drove his car home.
After returning home, he asked, "Little Snail, did you find out where those people came from last night? Especially those two important targets. "
He had already transmitted the video taken by the drone to Little Snail last night and given the order to investigate.
"Sir, the first villa belongs to John West. This is the ID of the first key target, but some of the identity documents are suspected to be forged, so the identity is in doubt." Little Snail immediately began to explain. "Seven of the twelve attackers in the villa belong to the Russian Tarasov family, according to NYPD's information."
Luke hummed in response.
The Tarasov family was an extremely famous Russian gang, and they were even more ruthless than ordinary gangs. However, their sphere of influence didn't include the Clinton area, so he hadn't dealt with them yet.
"What about the second target?" he asked.
"That building belongs to Frank Moses. That's the ID of the second target. The ID documents are complete, but some of them are suspected to have been fabricated. However, the method is more sophisticated, so his identity is also in doubt. Of the fifteen attackers, ten have military service records. Three are active duty, and five belong to an American defense company that contracts for various overseas military operations. "
Luke sneered. "Mercenaries?"
To put it nicely, these people were so-called military contractors. To put it bluntly, they were mercenaries or battlefield hyenas who often did the dirty work for certain American organizations.
"That's more than 85% likely, sir," said Little Snail.
"Keep these two targets under regular watch. Let me know if there's any further news." Luke wasn't too interested.
For the time being, he didn't plan to get involved in these two matters. If he had the chance in the future, he would investigate again. If either side had experience and credit points, he wouldn't mind accepting them.
For now, it was better for him to have a peaceful Christmas.
After washing his hands, he went into the kitchen and put the food and desserts he needed to bake into the kitchenware. He set the time and started to make breakfast for himself.
After thinking for a moment, he decided to just have a simple bowl of noodles and a regular twice-cooked pork.
Selina wasn't very interested in the food across from her, and would only eat spaghetti occasionally.
A Sichuan dish like the twice-cooked pork with green peppers didn't appeal to her taste buds either. Luke couldn't be bothered to make it on his own.
He was alone today, and he still had to eat a big meal in the evening. He finally remembered the noodles and the twice-cooked pork that he hadn't eaten in a long time.
He searched the fridge and found a box of frozen shrimp, the claws of an Alaskan king crab, a large piece of pork belly, and two chicken legs. These were the main ingredients.
The side dishes were green peppers, shiitake mushrooms, cucumbers, tomatoes, onions, and vegetables.
The pork belly was cut into thin slices, and didn't need much oil. All he needed to do was stir fry the meat, then stir-fry the green peppers, and the twice-cooked pork with green peppers was ready.
There were countless ways to cook this classic Sichuan dish, and there were all kinds of ingredients, but the real essence was in a few details and the control of the heat.
Using the same ingredients, a chef and an ordinary hobbyist would taste completely different.
Luke's dish was only slightly better than the tiny restaurants in Sichuan, and it was just for him to satisfy his craving.
He then put the shrimp and crab into a pot of oil and fried them until they were a beautiful red. He then scooped them up for later use.
The chicken legs were cooked and cut into thin strips for later use as well.
When the two kilograms of frozen noodles were put into the pot of boiling water, he diced the vegetables and stir-fried the garlic, tomatoes, onions, and shiitake mushrooms. After the sauce was gone, he turned off the heat and set it aside.
At that moment, the noodles were almost done. He washed them in cold water, drained them in a strainer, and poured them all into a bowl.
He arranged the red shrimp, white and tender crab meat, chicken strips, cucumber slices, and vegetables into beautiful shapes on the noodles, before he poured the tomato, onion, and shiitake mushroom sauce over them.
A simple bowl of noodles and an ordinary twice-cooked pork.
A fast-food breakfast was completed just like that!
Selina, who had no interest in noodles, and a certain bottomless pit of a dog head weren't around either. Luke could take his time to enjoy the simple breakfast.
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he cut open a lemon and squeezed the juice evenly over the shrimp and crab in the bowl.
This bowl of noodles was mostly a beautiful red color, dotted with bits of green ingredients.
On the other hand, the twice-cooked pork on the side was a plate of green peppers and slightly browned meat slices.
The colors complemented each other perfectly. Perfect!
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