Luke found almost 15 tons of laundry detergent in the medicine warehouse that Ray had hidden in the docks.
After arresting and interrogating the eight guards, he learned that only a small portion of the goods had been sold. The rest had been stopped because of Frank's appearance.
The eight guards were all hardcore subordinates that Ray had trained in the army.
If Robert and Frank had agreed back then, they would've been one of them.
Among the eight of them, two of them had a net worth of more than ten million, and three of them had a net worth of several million, and this was the leftover after spending a lot of money abroad.
Only three of them were addicted to gambling, and no matter how much money they took, they had nothing left. They could be considered paupers.
This proved that these eight people deserved to die.
Luke estimated that at least four or five thousand of the 80000 experience and credit points had come from the eight accomplices.
Now that these accomplices had entered his inventory, Luke would find a time to take the black money they left behind.
Not only that, two of them were Ray's closest confidants.
Although Ray still hid most of his secrets from them, he couldn't hide all the clues.
Both of them knew some of Ray's secrets and hobbies.
For example, Ray might have secret residences in several places in the United States, and there might be a huge amount of cash hidden in them.
If Ray was doing well, these two would obediently follow him.
They wouldn't be stupid enough to throw away a job worth millions of dollars every year.
If Ray died, the two of them would not hesitate to take these things for themselves and flee far away.
They also knew a lot about some of the bigshots that Ray interacted with, as well as his subordinates. Luke's hour of interrogation hadn't been in vain.
The black money could only be considered a bonus, but the bigshots and subordinates meant experience and credit points.
With these clues, it was very likely that Luke would be able to dig out several super EXP bags if he investigated the area.
That was why he was in such a good mood.
It was still cold in New York in January, but the weather had been good for the last two days, and the ground was finally no longer wet.
Although it was cold on the roof, it didn't feel too cold next to the red charcoal grill.
The two of them ate on the roof, avoiding talking about business and gossiping. Gold Nugget ate in silence.
Several hundred meters away, a dark red figure squatted on the roof.
He tilted his head slightly and put his ear in Luke's direction, and heard a conversation.
"Matt and Karen are definitely interesting."
"Is that so? Then why do I always see Foggy and Karen at the office, but Matt is nowhere to be seen? "
"Hmph, you have to believe in my woman's intuition. Foggy won't stand a chance... "
"That's true. Matt is a pretty boy. He can make a living with that face of his …"
Hearing this, the dark red figure's face under the mask collapsed. He cursed in his heart, "What a cheap mouth!" Then, he lightly leaped and ran away from the two of them.
Luke took a sip of his beer with a smile. His ears twitched slightly as he glanced at them.
In the dark, although his eyesight was sharp, he couldn't clearly see things a few hundred meters away.
But who said that only Lawyer Ma was allowed to eavesdrop?
An annoying eavesdropper. It would be better for him to beat up those hooligans as soon as possible.
Thinking this, he picked up his chopsticks and had a taste. "Well, the grilled eggplant is ready. Eat this first."
…
In the middle of January, New York City was like a wild beast that had been on a rampage for too long. It suddenly calmed down.
Frank was gone.
When Luke arrived the next night, Frank's building was empty, and even the humming monster called Hellhound had been taken away.
His personal belongings had also disappeared, leaving behind a huge pile of firearms.
On the Internet, in Frank's private message channel, there was only one simple sentence: "I want to be alone."
So, he hadn't been captured again. He just wanted to spend his time alone after his revenge.
Luke didn't really care if he came back.
Even if Frank wasn't grateful to him after his revenge, and the system didn't deem him a teammate, he didn't care.
It was best to repay Robert's debt of gratitude, lest this guy came out to fight again.
Of course, Frank was a very good potential teammate.
He and Luke shared the same views. The only thing they disagreed on was probably cleaning up the mess.
This was also the reason why Luke didn't plan to deepen their relationship for the time being.
If he kept cleaning up other people's mess, would he be the boss or the lackey in the future?
Well, although Dustin often helped Luke clean up the loose ends, he was after a promotion.
For the time being, Frank would only steal Luke's kills and reduce his experience and credit points.
If there was a chance in the future, Luke would help him pass the system's judgment and become a teammate. Only then would Luke fully support him.
Frank left quietly on his own. Luke finally told Robert about the situation. When he hung up the phone, he even told Robert to "stay at home." Robert was depressed for several days.
But Luke had done everything, and none of the culprits or accomplices had escaped. Frank himself had gone on vacation, and Robert didn't know what else he could do.
But it only took half a day for Robert to divert his attention. He rubbed Catherine's belly and chuckled. "Brat, do you really think I have nothing to do? When our little princess comes out, he can go wherever he wants to go. "
Catherine didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She hit him hard. "Hey, what are you talking about? It's only been two months. It's too early for you to be busy. "
…
In the past few days, New York had seen off a cruel and ruthless Punisher who never cleaned up the mess.
The matter of John Wick, another Night Demon killer who killed people like they were chickens, also came to an end.
The current head of the Tarasov family, Vigo, had been promoted to the former head last night. Like his son, Iosef, he had been shot in the head by John Wick on the helicopter.
Previously, John had killed his son, and Vigo had killed John's good friend, the sniper who had saved John at the church. Then, he had tried to escape.
In the end, an enraged John had caught up to Vigo on the tarmac of the building, and even his bodyguards and more than twenty people had been wiped out.
John, who had wiped out Vigo's family, returned home to New Jersey with injuries all over his body. He had even abducted a dog from who knew where.
What was even more speechless was that this dog … was quite similar to Frank's Hellhound. It was also a mix with a pit bull's blood.
Could it be that all big shots who liked to clean up had a dog by their side? When Luke thought of this possibility, he couldn't help but look at a certain dog head who was paralyzed in the backseat and waiting to die.
That was probably … the case!
Luke put these thoughts aside and put on a translucent nano glove. "Activate the Thousand Faces system."
The glove flashed for a second before it disappeared, and a normal right hand appeared in front of him.
"Little Snail, scan the fingerprints, palm prints, and appearance of this hand to find a match," he ordered.
A faint blue light flashed across his raised right hand. "The characteristics match John Wick, sir."
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