In the end, Europe wasn't America, and the multifaceted system wasn't that easy to use. Luke felt that it was better to have the help of a local boss.
As a veteran of the hitman world for thirty years, Kincaid knew a lot of people in the industry.
Although these people wouldn't risk their lives for him, it wouldn't be a problem for him to buy intelligence. For example, Michael Bryce, the outdated 3A security guard from last time.
When there was money to be made, they were old friends.
For Luke, money was never a problem. Luke directly paid in cash for five years of intelligence.
Kincaid wasn't that pretentious. He glanced at the big backpack casually and nodded to indicate that it was a deal.
After Luke disappeared into the distance, Sonia opened the door and walked out. She stared at Kincaid suspiciously. "You're not going to" work "again when I'm going to have a baby, are you?"
Kincaid chuckled. "Of course not. I'm already retired. I definitely won't do what I used to do."
Sonia wasn't so easy to deal with.
If it weren't for the fact that her belly looked like it was going to explode, she would have already taken action.
Even so, she still kicked the bag of money. "Don't tell me it's filled with waste newspapers."
Kincaid rolled his eyes. "That's money for my daughters' milk powder, school fees, startup funds, and so on."
Sonia sneered. "Isn't he asking you to do what you used to do? Why is he giving you so much money?"
Kincaid chuckled. "I want to start a company."
Sonia: "WTF?"
While the couple continued to flirt, Luke had already boarded a flight to Italy to meet Electric Eye Vanessa, who had settled down in Milan.
In the end, Vanessa didn't have a clear goal for the future, but she was very interested in his proposal to set up a new "service company" in Europe.
After this service company was completed, it would be like the "service companies" under the High Desk, which would provide services such as weapons, intelligence collection, and cleaning up after customers.
Of course, Luke didn't say who the company would serve. He only said that it would be for powerful "professionals," and that there would be a maximum of three to five people at a time, but it wouldn't be cheap.
This time, he didn't pay in advance.
Vanessa was a millionaire. She could only be doing things for fun.
He did not respond to her request to personally participate in some interesting activities. He only said that he would give an answer later.
Vanessa pinned him to the ground and gave him a good beating with her world-class long legs before letting him go.
In the next ten days, the Justice Star doppelganger spent most of his time on various aircraft.
First, he went to Central Asia, then to China, then to Russia, and then to the North Pole. Then, he went to Ushuaia, Argentina, and directly flew to the South Pole.
At this moment, he was basically sure of one thing.
The distance between the Star of Justice clone and the main body was not affected.
Whether it was the North and South Poles, China across the Pacific Ocean, or even Turkey between Europe and Asia, he could still command his doppelgangers with ease.
This was undoubtedly an extremely important point.
Otherwise, it would be hilarious if his avatar "disconnected" one day when he went overseas.
It was still the most convenient to use this disposable vest. Even if he disappeared in front of everyone on the plane, he would only leave behind a mysterious legend.
Anyway, there are a lot of magical and weird things that happen in this world. Even SNAKE SHIELD has a lot of records, and it is impossible to trace it all the time.
Half a month later, the clone finally returned to America.
However, the clone didn't go straight back to New York. Instead, he wore the Batman vest and appeared in Los Angeles at night. He plowed through a few gangs that had gradually gone rampant because of his and Selina's departure in the past few months, leaving behind a ground full of broken bones.
This time, Batman, who had the invisibility function, wasn't chased around by reporters. They only allowed him to take a lot of shots before he successfully disappeared among the tall buildings in downtown Los Angeles.
Luke had earned another 46000 experience and credit points from Los Angeles on this trip alone.
Host's experience: 312000/500000.
Credit: 506000
Sigh, look, how long had it been since he left, and Los Angeles had already become so chaotic! He still had to rely on himself to contribute to the legal system of the American imperialists!
After worrying about the country and the people for a moment, a certain detective decided to volunteer to help his colleagues maintain law and order in major cities across America.
While his clone wandered around the world leisurely, Luke's main body lived a peaceful life. At most, he would throw a few murderers or attempted murderers into detention every now and then, and that was it.
Alice and Selina were finally in a better mood.
A large part of the credit belonged to Carrie.
Her Elementary Mental Body ability was unfathomable.
She was indeed strong.
Back then, Blackheart's group of four and Luke had been sent flying hundreds of meters by her scream. The strength she displayed could only be described as terrifying.
But she couldn't control it.
For her, using her mental body to unleash such destructive power was like lifting a truck for an ordinary person; it was just a byproduct of losing control of her emotions.
Now that she had found her mother, Alice, she was in a good mood, and didn't even think about controlling her superpowers.
Luke didn't want the little girl to immediately relive the nightmare of being "experimented on" as soon as she left the dam base, so he had been observing from the side.
For now, it seemed that the mental body was definitely a bug-level ability.
It could use most mental abilities, such as telekinesis, Mental Communication, Mental Perception, and so on, but Carrie's mental state limited it.
She had been autistic since she was a child, and couldn't control it at all. She had never thought about how to control her mental body to use these abilities, and could only use the most basic instincts.
It was like an ordinary person and a fighter both punching someone.
A normal person would use the Overlord Punch to knock out the opponent's eye, or use their small fists to punch the opponent's chest. Basically, they would hit wherever they wanted, but a Grandmaster of Combat would be able to land a fatal punch on a vital spot.
The difference was like the difference between heaven and earth.
But Carrie wasn't just a child, she was also autistic.
Luke naturally couldn't mess around with the child and her mother's miraculous abilities.
Thankfully, Elementary Pheromone Control was still very useful. After half a month, the mother and daughter trusted him very much.
Luke didn't feel any guilt.
Generally speaking, he wouldn't use this ability on his own people or friends to distort their thoughts, because that really went against the most basic human free will.
But both mother and daughter had serious mental problems.
If he didn't use this method, they would only suffer even more.
The mother and daughter's greatest hope now was to spend time with each other and live in peace.
He wasn't morally clean, and he didn't want them to "prefer freedom to the peace of being controlled."
So, there was nothing wrong with using his ability appropriately to give them this kind of life.
In any case, apart from clearing their negative and violent emotions, he didn't have any intention of controlling them. It was fine as long as he had a clear conscience.
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