With so many concerns, Ray's attempts to rope Frank in had been futile, so he chose to silence him.
But he didn't dare do it in the army.
Frank had saved everyone's life, and many of them had done so more than once.
If he dared show any intention of silencing Frank, he might be killed by Frank instead.
Frank was such a simple and crude person. He wouldn't hesitate to shoot his enemies, even if Ray had been his boss for many years.
He could only wait until Frank retired and returned home.
Ray had planned it long ago, and chose to take action when Frank was out with his family.
He knew that this was the only time Frank, a wolf on the battlefield, would let down his guard and sacrifice himself to protect his family.
Thus, the three-way battle in the park had been a trap to kill Frank from the very beginning.
It was also one of Ray's undercover agents in the Mexican cartel who had opened fire first.
In fact, Frank and his family had been the first targets, and none of the criminals had been injured when they were shot.
In some sense, the three gangs were the burial objects for Frank's family.
District Attorney Reyes was even more unlucky. The officers she had sent were only there to control the situation after the chaotic battle began.
The truth was finally out.
The only real enemies of Frank's family were Ray and his undercover agent in the Mexican cartel.
The undercover agent had already been killed by Frank's previous revenge operation, and Ray, the mastermind, had been shot in the head tonight.
Originally, it wouldn't have been so easy to expose Ray's identity as a blacksmith.
To keep his identity as a colonel a secret, he had been very careful.
Unfortunately, although Robert wasn't as good at killing as Frank, he was far more cunning than Frank. He had long known that Ray's "private business" was huge, and had even told Luke about it.
The clues that Luke had gathered were as follows:
Ray and Frank had a deep relationship.
Blacksmith had a lot to do with the deaths of Frank's family.
Blacksmith had been smuggling a lot of illegal drugs through mysterious channels.
Ray had also been smuggling a lot of illegal drugs through military aircraft that were very difficult to detect.
With so many coincidences, how could Luke let Ray go?
If his speculation was wrong, it would be Frank apologizing to his old comrade. Ray had to understand his old comrade's impulsive desire for revenge.
In any case, Frank had saved Ray's life once. At most, it would be to return the favor.
If his speculation was correct, everything would be fine.
…
Of course, there wasn't so much in Frank's interrogation of Ray.
The whole story was based on his previous investigation and his speculations from the notebook just now, but he wasn't wrong.
On the other side, Frank finally recovered slightly from the emotions of killing his greatest enemy.
Without saying anything, he turned around and walked out.
Luke scratched his head. Was it time for him to clean up the mess again?
I'll call Robert tomorrow and make sure to tell him that I've repaid Frank's favor and won't clean up his mess ever again. The young detective was furious.
Ray's body disappeared, and all traces of their entry were gone. Luke quietly left the house.
After walking more than a hundred meters away, he got in the car and asked, "Where are you going?"
Frank: "West 45th Street, the building behind the Chinese supermarket."
Luke drove in silence. He watched as Frank got out of the car and entered the building.
Only then did he start the car again and drive into an area without surveillance cameras.
A moment later, a small scooter pulled a burly fellow from the other end of the area and headed straight for a dock in the southwest corner of Brooklyn.
Ray was dead, and Frank had forgotten to ask him where the goods were.
Thankfully, Luke had found clues in the notebook and confirmed that the latest batch of goods was hidden in a boat in the dock area. A conservative estimate was that it was no less than a ton.
Apart from weeds, Luke had never destroyed tons of illegal drugs in his life.
In the past, when he destroyed a few kilograms of white crystals and the dealers he had cleaned up, he had only made around a thousand experience and credit points.
How much experience and credit points could a ton of laundry be worth? He couldn't wait to test it out.
…
Two hours later, Luke returned home, satisfied.
Faced with Selina's inquiring gaze, he simply smiled and said, "Well, do you want supper? How about Chinese kebabs? There's also your favorite grilled eggplant. "
Selina and Gold Nugget were fine with it.
It was rare for someone to be in a good mood and take the initiative to make supper. Luke just had to eat it.
Luke directly moved the grill to the rooftop.
This was the Clinton area, and it was a rooftop at night. Nobody would be nosy enough to call the fire department if there was any smoke.
Selina tugged at the drooling Gold Nugget's ears and whispered, "He seems to be in a good mood. He's better than any female CEO or artist he's ever met."
Gold Nugget barked.
"Agreed my ass!" Selina said, "I'm asking you, do you know why he's in such a good mood?"
Gold Nugget shook its head violently. It really didn't know, and it didn't want to die.
The fiend's ears were super sensitive!
Selina had the fiend's doting on her, so she wouldn't get into trouble if she said something. But Gold Nugget didn't have that kind of treatment.
But Selina doted on it, and wouldn't mind if it pretended to be a little stupid.
Turning a blind eye and not hearing a thing was the dog's best way to save its life. Gold Nugget was as steady as an old dog. With a flash of inspiration in its heart, it only had eyes for the barbecue that was about to come out of the oven. It was determined not to die with Selina.
It didn't have a deep understanding of these two sayings, but it was very familiar with them, and the effect was immediate.
Recently, the Great Demon King rarely found fault with it, so its life as a dog was naturally good, not bad.
Bored, Selina tossed the dog's head away.
Of course she knew what Gold Nugget was thinking. It couldn't hide these things from her when they were in a symbiotic relationship.
It could only be said that there were pros and cons.
It had been fun teasing Gold Nugget and watching Luke deal with it back then.
Now that this guy liked to copy Luke's tricks, it was hard to tease him.
Luke heard Selina and Gold Nugget's small talk, but he ignored them.
If he was in a good mood, there was no need for him to hide it at home.
System: Kill drug trafficker Ray "Blacksmith" Schoonover. Mission accomplished.
Total experience: 20000. Credit: 20000.
Contribution rate: 70%. EXP + 14000. Credit + 14000.
Clearly, it was mostly thanks to Luke that they had found Blacksmith's true identity.
Frank had only killed Ray at the end, and had taken 30% of the contribution rate, which wasn't a small amount.
But this was just a small start.
System: Eliminate the core members of Blacksmith's gang and destroy a lot of illegal drugs. Mission accomplished.
Total experience: 80000. Credit: 80000.
Contribution rate: 100%. EXP + 80000. Credit + 80000.
That was the big deal.
At that moment, the system showed that the host's experience was 151500/300000.
Credit: 179200.
This was the largest amount of experience that Luke had gained so far.
He had also met more than half of the 300,000 experience he needed for the next upgrade.
He had expected this, but he hadn't expected it to be so much experience.
It could only be said that Ray Schoonover's smuggling and trafficking gang had huge sales, had been around for a long time, and could be said to have done a lot of evil, which was why they had produced so much experience and credit.
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