Looking at the ruby red liquid in Luke's hand, Sloan's face was filled with despair. "You already know. Why are you still torturing me? Are you crazy? "
Luke was a little embarrassed, because he really didn't know.
This ruby red liquid was what the criminals were looking for in the hijacking of the cruise ship that Robert and Catherine had encountered last time.
The Mutated Giant Octopus that appeared later also flocked to this thing.
Luke studied it for a while, but didn't make much progress, so he put it aside for the time being.
Tony Stark's level of drug research wasn't high, and it wasn't worth wasting this rare Blood Orchid extract.
Its only test subject was the previous Ghost Rider, Castres, who was still alive and well.
Thinking that, Luke had an idea. "Last summer, did your men hijack an Atlantic cruise ship to steal the Blood Orchid extract?"
Sloan nodded dejectedly. "Yes."
Luke asked, "Why?"
"Someone bribed the workers and a guard at the plantation to steal a batch of Blood Orchid extract from the warehouse. When I found out, I sent someone to snatch it back, "said Sloan.
Luke asked, "Was the news leaked?"
Sloan said, "I took care of the workers and guards over there. I then got someone to kill the thief and the instigator. Nobody gave me any trouble after that."
At that point, Luke basically understood: the batch of Blood Orchid extract he had was the batch that Sloan had stolen.
He thought for a moment and asked, "Has your big boss ever thought of asking you to hand this thing over?"
Sloan said, "Yes. I killed dozens of his bodyguards, sat on his bed and talked to him, and he didn't want it anymore."
Luke was lost for words. Damn it, you really know how to pretend.
But on second thought, even if he ran into Sloan, it would be very difficult to deal with this guy without Elementary Annihilation.
He couldn't be killed, wasn't afraid of pain, and could recover quickly. Coupled with Curve Shooting and Physical Outburst, there weren't many people in the world who could stop Sloan's assassination.
"Didn't he think of working with you to get some life-saving medicine?" Luke was still a little curious.
Sloan said, "If you use Physical Outburst too much, your body will fail and you'll die. If you use Curve Shooting too much, your brain will be damaged and you'll become an idiot. You have to take a medicinal bath to recover. Otherwise, the more frequent the battles, the faster the killer will die. How could I possibly hand it over? "
Luke rubbed his chin. "Then, if I don't use these two abilities and retire in peace, I'll actually be able to live a good life?"
Sloan smiled bitterly. "Who can resist not using this power?"
Of course Luke understood.
This was a method Sloan used to secretly control the upper echelons of the Fraternity.
It was a pity that Cross had popped up. He was best at setting up traps and long-range sniping. He didn't even use Physical Outburst or Curve Shooting, but he was still able to torment the Fraternity. Sloan's counterbalancing methods weren't that effective against him.
But one could not say that Sloan was stupid.
Cross Layout and Super Long Range Snipe were both top-notch talents.
The Fraternity specialized in this line of work. Over the years, they had trained countless killers, but they had only produced such a weirdo.
At this point, Luke finally understood the problem with the medicinal bath.
Looking at Sloan, he asked, "Any last words?"
Sloan stared at him closely. "I've told you everything you want to know. Why don't you let me die knowing?"
Luke nodded and said, "Go ahead."
Sloan asked, "Who are you?"
Luke said, "Didn't you already guess? I'm V. "
Sloan said, "That's impossible. How can V be Night Devil in disguise?"
Pu!
Sloan's eyes widened, and he felt as if his head had been stabbed by a red-hot steel knife.
In the next moment, his consciousness exploded and vanished without a trace.
"Sorry, I like to kill people without knowing why!" Luke drew back his saber.
Looking at the system notification that the experience and credit points for killing Sloan had arrived, Luke stored Sloan's body in Space 1.
System: Evil thoughts collection detected. Can be converted into 1,000 credit points or modified storage module. Conversion/modification?
Luke looked at the "fat beef slices" and limbs that Sloan had contributed, and stored them in Space 1 as well.
Sure enough, there was another notification from the system, except that the number of credit points that could be converted was 900.
In other words, Sloan's entire package could be converted into almost 2,000 experience and credit points, which was one-tenth of Blackheart's.
It wasn't much, but it was worth it!
Thinking that, Luke took out his phone. "It's me, John Wick. I want to order dinner for 187 people. The address is North Bergen 17 Textile Factory … I'm not kidding. I'll wait for you at the entrance for half an hour. "
Saying that, he walked out.
Arriving at the city wall at the entrance, he sat down on a mound and swung his legs as he hummed softly.
He snorted and felt that something was missing. He took out a bottle of beer and a bag of salted peanuts.
Taking a sip of the beer and peeling two peanuts, he looked up at the sky. "Sigh, it's a pity that there's no moon tonight. Amitabha, it's good indeed! "
Twenty minutes later, a van and a truck arrived in front of Textile Factory 17. The first thing they saw was the man in the black suit sitting on the city wall, as if he were an idler drinking on his porch.
A skinny old man got out of the van and asked, "Are you sure we can go in and wash up?"
Luke nodded and didn't bother to say anything. He simply threw down a cloth bag.
The old man caught it nimbly and undid the rope. Four neatly bundled gold coins appeared in front of him.
This was the standard method of bundling gold coins on the continent, and there were fifty coins in one stack.
John had used up a lot of gold coins, but it wasn't enough.
Luke had just gotten it from the Fraternity, and it was perfect for collecting the corpses of the Fraternity's members. It was the best use for it.
The old man raised his head again. "That's enough."
Luke peeled another peanut and popped it into his mouth. "Tip."
After a brief silence, the old man took off his hat and bowed slightly. "It's my honor to serve you, sir."
At the same time, the dozen or so people who got off the truck bowed in unison, their expressions incomparably respectful.
Luke simply hummed in response and stood up.
The bottle and the peanut shells had already been put away in his inventory. There was nothing else worth staying here.
When the old man and the others raised their heads again, the man on the city wall was already gone.
The old man took a deep breath and turned around to look at his men. "Keep your mouths shut. Tell whoever asks about tonight to come to me, got it?"
Everybody: "Got it."
The old man was in the lead. He wasn't too surprised to see the bodies on the ground.
When he stepped into the main factory, his expression changed drastically, just like the young worker behind him. He exclaimed softly, "Holy sh * t!"
“OMG！”
“wow！”
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