John Wick, the super hitman, didn't come out of the Continental Hotel. It was obvious that he was recuperating.
According to Little Snail's analysis, his reflexes were different from those of an ordinary person, and he was extremely strong in close combat.
However, his body wasn't much stronger than an ordinary person's, and he would need some time to recover from his injuries.
To some extent, John the Hitman was similar to a weaker version of Daredevil, but his methods were more professional, ruthless, and direct. He was good at using all kinds of firearms and explosives, and Lawyer Matt couldn't compare to him in terms of lethality.
However, this was just a small matter.
The real big thing came the next day, when the modification to his inventory was finally completed.
Luke, who was working, simply dropped what he was doing and focused his attention on his inventory.
The system was as "awesome" as ever, and didn't give him any explanation at all.
After a simple test, Luke realized that his control over the items in his inventory hadn't changed much.
It had taken him five seconds to install a gun, but it still took him more than four seconds.
This improvement didn't match the 50,000 credit points that could be exchanged for the Destroyer's remains at all.
But very quickly, Luke shamelessly harassed the system and received a hint from Daddy System.
Under his repeated efforts, a space was separated from the original storage space.
The storage space didn't change, but it was divided into two parts.
The original storage space took up 999 cubic meters, while the new separate space was only one cubic meter.
Of course, like the storage space, it wasn't fixed in shape, and there was natural light inside.
The first thing Luke did was to put in a laptop that he had used for experiments.
Then, he saw the clock on the computer … tick.
Stunned for a long while, Luke stuffed in other things, such as food, water, and daily necessities. In the end, he also stuffed in a few bugs, fish, shrimp, and birds.
A moment later, he silently sat down in the living room with a cup of tea in his hand, his thoughts churning.
This modification was completely beyond his expectations. But if it was as he had guessed, the modification to his inventory was really very important.
Everything needed to be proven through experiments, and many experiments needed time.
He had to suppress his impatience and confirm the attributes of this separate space bit by bit.
It wasn't until that night that he finally calmed himself down and tried to get rid of the attraction of the changes in his inventory to resume his normal work state.
On the third day, on January 5th, Luke and Selina were summoned to the police department by Dustin.
Gesturing for Luke to close the door, Dustin asked, "Do you have any leads on the case you're investigating?"
Luke raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"
Dustin wasn't a half-hearted person. He had just said that he would close the case as soon as possible, but now he was asking if there was any progress. Something must have happened.
Dustin threw the file on the table at him.
Luke took it and flipped through a few pages before he gave it to Selina. "HQ wants to combine this case with the previous one?"
Dustin nodded. "Yes. It was another massacre of gangsters, but this time, they didn't even have anyone to clean up the corpses. Even if the headquarters doesn't want to do anything about it, they still have to. If this goes on, it will easily cause panic among the citizens. "
Luke said, "But it wasn't done by one person. How can they be combined?"
"Huh?"
Luke rarely spoke carelessly when he was working a case, and he always spoke with confidence. Of course, he knew that very well.
Luke said, "There are some things that I can only talk about here. The nightclub belongs to the Tarasov family, and on Christmas Eve, they already had a fierce conflict with the killer at the nightclub. However, the location was in New Jersey, and there were no corpses, so the New Jersey police didn't have a record. "
Dustin hummed in response and didn't ask Luke where he had heard this information, nor did he worry about the internal problems of the New Jersey police.
Luke had already been on the case for three days. It wasn't strange for him to use his connections to find clues. Dustin wasn't interested in probing into his subordinates' sources of information.
"In fact, the shooting at the church near the Brooklyn courthouse two days ago was a result of the conflict between the two parties." Luke continued, "So, it's actually between the killer and the Tarasov family."
"And this …" He pointed at the file that Selina was reading. "The Irish gang in Hell's Kitchen has nothing to do with either party. The only thing they have in common is that enough people died and the methods were violent enough. But nobody saw the attacker, so it might not be the same person. "
Dustin frowned. "Are you going to take this case?"
Luke nodded. "Of course, it's very likely that we won't be able to get anything out of these cases. If we get blamed, we'll just take the blame. In any case, we don't need a promotion. "
Hearing that, Dustin smiled. "Don't be stupid! I'll make this an open case, and whoever wants to investigate it can. If you solve the case, it'll be your credit. If you don't, it'll be NYPD's problem. It can't be blamed on the Detective Bureau. I'm more familiar with these things than you are. "
He paused for a moment, then couldn't help but say, "It's fine if you don't want a promotion, but don't be so confident. Some people are after me, and they might target you. If you don't have to take the blame, don't take the blame."
Luke blinked. "Boss, thank you."
He knew that Dustin wouldn't let himself be the scapegoat, but it was fine to put on an act every now and then.
Dustin said impatiently, "Cut the crap. Go do your own thing."
Luke and Selina naturally got up.
When they opened the door, someone said, "There's no end to the cases. Don't work too hard. Be careful."
This time, Luke simply turned around with a smile and waved goodbye. He didn't say anything else.
When they left, they ran into John McClane, who had just entered the hall.
The guy's face wasn't badly bruised, but it was obvious. When they got closer, they could smell the scent of medicine.
Luke and Selina greeted him and sat down to chat for a while.
McClane, the Christmas cancer, had run into terrorists again.
What was even more annoying was that the people he met this time were not real terrorists, but a bunch of people who were here for money.
Of course, in terms of their actions, they were no different from the terrorists at Nakatomi Plaza.
Without Luke, John was still able to turn the tables, but he was more seriously injured than last time.
Dustin had planned to give him a month off, but he had a falling out with his ex-wife in less than a week.
John flew back on his own.
When Luke and Selina heard the news, they could only look at each other speechlessly.
This man had just killed a bunch of professional soldiers who had turned into criminals and saved his ex-wife, but it seemed that he had fallen out with her?
A marriage that couldn't even be saved after saving his life was probably hopeless.
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