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Chapter 1261

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That was all Luke's experience and credit points from last night.

There was only one System Notification that made him feel baffled.

System: You have injured Mephistos, and his clone will arrive on Earth one year later. Mission completed.

Total experience: 2,000. Total credit: 2,000.

Contribution rate: 100%. EXP + 2,000. Credit + 2,000.

When he saw the notification, the cake in Luke's mouth almost fell out. What the hell was this? He was still on Earth, and Mephistos's clone had been destroyed, and he wouldn't be able to arrive on Earth for ten years.

So the question was, how did he injure the lord's main body when he was still on Earth?

Uh, wait, was Mephistos one of the dead last night? At the thought of this possibility, Luke couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine, and he stopped making breakfast.

But after frowning and thinking for a moment, he immediately rejected this possibility.

Mephistos's main body couldn't be that weak. Even the strongest dead man yesterday with bat wings couldn't have been Mephistos's main body.

The system was clearly still very hostile toward Mephistos. He had so many points last night. If he ran into the Lord of Hell, the system would probably give him a six-digit payout on the spot.

So, was it possible that the bat-winged dead man was related to Mephistos?

That was because a bat-winged dead man had escaped last night, and had even teleported away.

Thinking back, Luke realized that this guy really didn't feel like the other dead men; he did have some demonic characteristics.

After thinking for a long time, he gave up on thinking about it.

If Mephistos dared to come, he dared to fight back.

Weren't those six-digit credit points reserved for these top bigshots?

At the critical moment, Luke didn't forget to activate the "Desperate Gambit" and directly use his credit points to knock down the enemy bigshot.

Overall, while what happened last night had been unexpected, the experience and credit points that Luke had earned hadn't been in vain.

But the experience and credit points were just a guarantee.

The system notification for the golden cross said: You have obtained the core of a gate to the Netherworld. Can be converted into 100000 credit points, or can modify the function of the inventory module. Convert/modify?

There was nothing much to say. He would definitely throw it into the storage space to eat. Keeping it would do him no good at all.

Although Luke had earned a lot of experience and credit points from killing those dead men, that was only because the number was within his capabilities.

If tens of thousands of ghosts had charged out of the Great Maelstrom last night, he wouldn't have been able to stop them no matter how powerful he was.

It was unknown what the world would become at that time, but New York City, which would bear the brunt of it, would definitely suffer heavy casualties.

The Great Maelstrom wasn't just a handful of dead souls.

At the time, Luke felt that there were at least a hundred thousand dead souls in the Great Maelstrom like locusts.

There was no way he was going to let such a dangerous situation earn experience and credit points.

The other system notification came from the dragon bones in the stone treasury.

System: Obtained Dragon's Power, converted to 500000 points, or modified the function of the storage module. Convert/modify?

He would have to consider this treasure for a period of time.

The "Dragon Power" from the dragon skeleton was definitely not all used to modify the storage space.

Because it was a type of longevity medicine.

Among the abilities of the two old witches, Alexandra and Madam Gao, was how to use the power of dragons to prolong their lives.

Luke and Selina wouldn't have to worry about it for decades, but other people probably would.

For example, Alexandra was almost five hundred years old, but she looked like she was only fifty.

Madam Gao, on the other hand, looked like she was sixty, but that was a matter of personal choice.

There was a flaw in their method of using the power of dragons to prolong their lives, and that was that fighting would affect their lifespan and appearance.

As long as they didn't fight with the power of dragons, it wouldn't be hard for them to maintain their appearance at thirty.

Luke wouldn't let his family fight with the power of dragons. Otherwise, what was the point of making so much money and so much armor?

He had always put safety first. If he could use technology to achieve his goals, he would try not to fight with his body.

But there was no rush.

Robert and Catherine were only in their forties, and they were in good health. It would take them a few years to learn the Kunlun Qi Refinement Technique and the Dragon Power Longevity Method.

Although Robert was his only one-star teammate, Luke had never planned to use this "heavyweight" as his backup.

As long as they liked it, they could stay in the safest southern part of the United States. It was best not to come to places like New York. In any case, they didn't like living in big cities for long.

The only regret last night was that none of the remaining three bigwigs of the Hand showed up.

Luke reckoned that it was because Batman had been too ruthless last time, and the three "fingers" who had a strong desire to survive didn't show up at all, and directly had the mercenary team that they had trained use force.

This caused a huge commotion, but in the end, it was the mercenary team that had to take the blame.

This mercenary team didn't have a close relationship with the Hand, and was more like a "designated partner unit."

The Hand would pay them to carry out some missions for a long time, and then mix in some sand so that they would have a greater influence in the team.

This wasn't a rare method. The US government and mercenary teams called "defense companies" or "PMC" (private military contractors) were increasingly using this kind of cooperation.

The mercenary team didn't mind taking the blame.

As long as they had enough money, the mercenary industry was very mobile. They could change their name and start a new defense company, and continue playing.

This kind of steady operation really made people feel helpless.

Luke knew that it would be difficult to take down these three big gifts in a short period of time.

But now that he had clones, he would be able to gain more experience and credit points.

He would just let them live for a few more days! As Luke comforted himself, he silently recorded these three big gifts in his little black notebook.

When he caught them, he would definitely let them live for a few more days.

Thinking that, Luke put away his thoughts and chose to modify the inventory module with the golden cross.

Then, the system fell into its usual silence.

At that moment, Selina got up as well.

The two of them had breakfast and lunch before heading to the police station with a bunch of packed food.

They first sent a portion to Dustin to get rid of this lonely middle-aged man whose girlfriend had gone missing at work.

Then, they went to look for Elsa and Elizabeth. They found a quiet corner to eat and talk about what happened last night.

One of them was in charge of administration, and the other was in charge of intelligence gathering. Before they could get off work last night, they had been forced to work overtime until now.

When the two women received the lunch that Luke sent them, their eyes were brimming with tears.

The main thing about the lunch that Luke sent them was — expensive.

The ingredients were exquisite, the craftsmanship was exquisite, and the medical brain Osiris had given them a balanced nutrition ratio. If this lunch was sold at a regular restaurant for 200 dollars, it would be charity.

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