This wasn't a waste of effort.
Elementary Telekinesis and Elementary Annihilation had been created in this way.
With this experiment, he might be able to create a powerful mental ability that could turn from a support method into an offensive method.
Mental abilities might not be effective against external enemies, but if they were used to deal with internal enemies, they would be a top-notch weapon that was far more powerful than firearms.
If Luke had the original version of Kilgrave's ability to control both men and women, he would be able to live a carefree life in this world even without the system.
That would be the best choice for keeping a low profile and behind-the-scenes fiend.
Of course, the system was even better. He didn't have to scheme against others; he could just do his own thing and work hard to earn experience and credit points to become stronger.
Thinking that, he took one last look at Jessica, who was lying on the sofa with a smile on her face and was about to drool. He shook his head and smiled. "I hope you're a lucky dog."
Given Jessica's situation, it was better for her to be crazier than to live like this.
It was even more unfortunate for her to feel pain and despair clearly.
She was the same as Molly, who was also Kilgrave's victim. That was why he had chosen them as his guinea pigs.
They were like terminally ill patients. If they couldn't be cured, they might as well just die. Dragging it out was the most painful.
Of course, it wasn't honorable to make decisions for others.
Luke would compensate them in other ways.
However, after hesitating for a moment, he took out a pen and paper, wrote a message, and stuck it on the shiny door.
People needed some pressure, and alcoholics were no exception.
Taking advantage of the darkness, he left the office and drove home. Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A few gunshots rang out from afar.
However, it was relatively empty here, and the gunshots could be heard without any obstruction.
Luke sped up slightly and approached the place where the gunshots had come from.
If he ran into murderers, it would be a good income.
If it was a gang fight, he would deal with both sides together = a good income x 2.
He really didn't mind earning a few hundred more experience and credit points on the way home.
When he arrived outside an old car repair shop, he smelled the thick stench of blood.
There was even a smell of blood that had moved in from a hundred meters away.
Based on the smell, someone in a truck had probably bled a lot before coming here.
Of course, there was even more blood coming from the garage. There were at least seven or eight people.
And the battle was already over.
The gunshots that Luke had heard just now were the end.
The mini drone was released from the inventory and flew into the garage.
Looking at the figure on the screen, he was stunned for a moment before letting out a long sigh of relief. "I've finally found you! Frank Custer. "
For a moment, he almost wanted to laugh out loud.
This matter had become a sore point in his heart.
Luke wasn't omnipotent, and couldn't turn to whoever he wanted. However, Robert owed Frank a huge favor, and the only person he had to protect was Frank.
Moreover, he also knew that Frank had encountered a huge mishap. His wife and children had all died in one night, and he himself had almost died as well before disappearing quietly.
He didn't dare to tell Robert about this at all, afraid that Robert would have the idea of coming out of seclusion again.
Now Frank Custer was alive.
If there was a grudge, there was a grudge, there was a grudge. Since the culprit was still alive, it was only satisfying to take revenge with one's own hands.
Luke had enough confidence to support this man, while Robert had to stay at home and accompany Catherine in her old age.
Parking the car, he strode into the garage and even started humming a song, "… I'm a little girl.
think
I
did
it
again，I
made
you
believe
we're
more
than
just
Friends … "
The middle-aged man, who was checking to see if anyone had escaped the net, frowned. He suddenly turned around and raised his shotgun to aim at the figure walking in through the door.
But he didn't shoot.
The other party started humming from twenty meters away. It wasn't loud, but it wasn't soft either.
Whether it was arrogance or something else, it meant that the other party had no intention of ambushing him.
If he wasn't ambushing him, then something was up.
He had killed countless people, but he wouldn't kill the innocent.
In the end, the man in the grayish-black hoodie stopped ten meters away and took the initiative to greet him. "I've been looking for you for a long time, Francisco Fortress. Gray Rabbit asked me to send his regards to you."
Frank Custer's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained cold. "Who are you?"
Luke chuckled. "You can call me Puncher!"
Frank's face darkened, and he was about to pull the trigger. "Are you investigating me?"
Luke said, "Sort of. It seems you need some help to complete … your revenge?"
He scanned the corpses of the criminals around him. "If my guess is correct."
Frank asked, "What do you know?"
Luke said, "Your family met with a major accident. They … huh?"
Boom!
The shotgun suddenly fired, but Luke moved a meter to the side and dodged the shot.
He said helplessly, "Hey, I told you that Gray Rabbit asked me to help you. You're still shooting!"
Frank, however, had a ferocious expression on his face. "You're with them, that's why you know about this!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
All three shots missed, and the bullets clanked against the metal and parts of the cars around them.
Luke had already ducked behind a truck. He scratched his head. … I only know that something happened to your family.
Of course, he understood what Frank meant.
It was almost impossible for anyone who had nothing to do with his family's death to link it to him, since it had been almost two years since it happened.
Also, Frank's mental problems weren't any less severe than Jessica's. Did he really have to change professions and become a psychiatrist? Pondering this, he leaped up and used the side of the truck to circle around to the back.
At the same time, Frank appeared in front of the car.
Boom!
The shot missed again.
Activating Elementary Sound Wave, Mental Communication and Basic Hypnosis, Luke explained calmly, "Gray Rabbit wanted to contact you. I investigated for a long time before I found records from the police department and the hospital. Also, Gray Rabbit wouldn't harm your family, right? "
It was as if a glass of water had been poured over Frank's raging brain, and he instantly became much more clear-headed.
His discharge file was confidential, and Gray Rabbit had worked with him in a secret unit.
It was unlikely that the gangsters who killed his family would be able to find this top-secret information. They weren't that capable.
No, those gangsters didn't know his identity, and weren't in the mood to investigate it. Otherwise, these gangsters would have long suspected him after he killed so many people.
So … he had hit the wrong person? Frank hesitated.
Luke continued to launch mental attacks. "At least let me finish what I want to say. Gray Rabbit said that I could save my life if I told him his name. What's with you shooting me? "
Hearing that, Frank hesitated even more.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
