More importantly, Luke wasn't on guard against his teammates' abilities, which meant that he could refresh the list of his teammates' abilities at any time.
In this regard, becoming a teammate was better than defeating, killing, or gaining gratitude.
That was because the abilities were only available the moment they were obtained.
Of course, the people who were killed couldn't improve their abilities. The people who were grateful to him were scattered, and it was inconvenient for them to respawn. Their abilities might not improve as fast as Luke could train himself.
Defeating them was more troublesome than gaining gratitude. He had to defeat them again in order to refresh their abilities.
It was unrealistic to farm a genius like Tony's ability all the time.
Tony wasn't an idiot. Batman had already dragged him into a few small gambles. Even if he changed the gambling method in the future, this guy would definitely be suspicious.
For these two benefits, Luke had to show his face a few more times to meet Tony.
Of course, he definitely couldn't do this in the other party's lair.
Jarvis had a lot of equipment there, and might discover the existence of the Thousand Faces System. Luke didn't want to pretend to be mysterious.
After dealing with the Thousand Faces System, Luke put it in his inventory, and his clone immediately took out equipment.
He then had Fu examine him step by step. Not just with the naked eye, but also with all kinds of detection equipment. In the end, he found that all the problems were within an acceptable range.
He could fool most of the equipment, and those that couldn't could be blocked and jammed.
The clone wouldn't let anyone else do a thorough physical examination. Tony would only think that it was normal when he noticed the interference.
Only an idiot would go see Tony without any protection.
Ever since Uncle Bear Obadiah caused trouble, this guy had become more and more paranoid.
Apart from his first wife, Pepper, and Happy, the head of his bodyguards, there weren't many people he could completely trust.
Tony had secretly investigated most of the people in important positions in Stark Industries several times, and Jarvis wrote down all the problematic people in a small notebook for further investigation.
Luke didn't know the details of the investigation, but the multifaceted system still found clues from the phones and the Internet of several important figures in Stark Industries.
If it were anyone else, they would at most suspect that someone had done something.
But Luke, who had completely cloned the tycoon's abilities, could tell the tycoon's style as long as he was a little more serious.
He didn't think that Tony was going overboard. Most people who had been tricked by the person they trusted the most had similar reactions.
Human nature was inherently suspicious.
Severe paranoia was a common trait among those in power.
The reason why it wasn't common among the poor was because paranoia was too costly.
When survival was a problem, the poor would selectively forget danger out of self-protection.
Luke was one of the most paranoid people around.
Up until now, he had never revealed his full strength or trump card to anyone.
He did not doubt Robert, Catherine, and Selina, but he was wary of the superhumans in this world.
Secrets were only safe if they were kept to themselves. At the very least, the chances of them being exposed were the smallest.
At this point, he was even more of a problem than Tony.
However, his mentality was better than Tony's. His main body was just an insignificant detective, and now that he had left all the pressure to his clone, he was completely free.
As he thought that, Luke finished debugging the Thousand Faces system.
He then opened Little Dark Room No. 2 of the seaside villa and looked at John Wick, who had been transferred here for a while. He smiled and walked in. "Are you ready to enjoy your new life?"
John put down the book in his hand and touched the Square Skull Kebab lying beside him. "Are you sure?"
He stared at Luke's face suspiciously. Since Luke was going to send him away, why did he show his face? Although this face was unfamiliar to him, there was no need for him to see it, right?
For a moment, he had a bad feeling, just like when he was watching a movie as a teenager.
It was probably the kind of villain who said to let someone go, and the moment that person walked out the door, there was a gunshot behind him.
At this time, if the director preferred this character, he would even have the opportunity to say lines like "You lied to me" and "Why?"
If it was a character that was just a bystander, then at most a close-up of the bullet hole in his back or the eyes that were still open in death would be added.
Right now, John felt that he wasn't mentally prepared. Should he raise his head and say a few classic lines when he was defeated?
Sensing his emotions, Luke couldn't help but smile. "Alright, I'm just sending you somewhere nobody knows. Don't let anyone discover anything related to Night Devil John in the future, and you can live happily until you die of old age. "
John sighed, but his heart was still heavy.
He wasn't a child, and didn't trust people so easily. But he still stood up slowly. He was about to say something, when he felt a pain in his arm.
Looking at the familiar needle, he couldn't help but murmur, "You … should've done it directly."
You let me listen to so much nonsense, and it still ended up like this! A certain king of killers' heart exploded with resentment, but his body couldn't help but collapse back into the chair.
Luke shrugged and put away the tranquilizer gun. "I didn't ask you to stand up."
As he spoke, he crouched down and touched the confused Square Skull Kebab's head. "Square Skull, ha, ha! But you'll definitely have a happy life in the future. "
Back then, because the eldest son of the Tarasov family had killed one of John's dogs, this king of killers had sent the father and son to God together.
Being able to stay by this dog lover's side, and John had been explicitly forbidden from participating in his previous "career," it would be hard for the man and the dog to not be happy in the future.
Square Skull Kebab grinned gently and stuck out his big tongue to lick Luke's hand.
Dollar used to wash his hands with saliva all the time, but he didn't want to wash his hands again now that he was going to send the man and the dog away.
He injected a third of a normal dose of tranquilizer into Square Skull Kebab's neck.
After this stupid dog passed out, he threw it into Space 2 with its owner and drove out.
…
Half a day later, John woke up from his coma.
Startled, he sat up abruptly and observed his surroundings, heaving a sigh of relief.
This was an ordinary room. The window was open, and the sunlight outside shone in through the gauze curtains, turning into swaying spots of light.
There were faint sounds of people around, which meant that this was a very ordinary residential area.
But his expression suddenly changed, and he rolled out of bed. He looked warily at the bed, and then his expression changed subtly.
A woman with tanned skin and her back was facing him, sleeping soundly.
Frowning, John stared at the woman's back for a moment before he was roused by a familiar whimper from his feet.
Square Skull Kebab's silly face appeared at his feet, and he was wagging his head and wagging his tail, begging for a pet.
John was relieved.
Even the dog had been sent over; there was really no need to go this far to kill him.
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