That was because he knew this woman, but she had nothing to do with Night Devil John.
She was the only female assassin V had spared during the gunfight in Swamp Park.
After luckily escaping, the woman had been staying at the Continental Hotel in New York and rarely went out.
It wasn't likely that she was here to earn the bounty on Night Devil. She didn't have the ability.
A moment later, the woman returned and sat down on the sofa diagonally across from him.
But when she sat down, she bowed to him. The neckline of her chiffon dress hung down, revealing a snow-white scenery.
Luke watched quietly.
The most convenient weapon for a female assassin was her own charm. With a little training, she could do things that many men couldn't with her figure and movements.
But this person didn't really want to seduce him. It was just a habit.
Who knew, he might be able to soften his opponent and gain the upper hand.
Sure enough, after he sat down, he leaned against the back of the sofa and naturally crossed his legs elegantly.
This was standard procedure and posture; it was to distract a man's attention.
Luke, however, remained cold and aloof, and didn't look down.
Night Devil John had always been like this, and he didn't plan to ruin the style of the king of killers.
This way, he could talk less and avoid exposure, killing two birds with one stone.
The woman curled her lip and seemed a little disinterested. She reached into her chest and took out an envelope. She placed it on the coffee table and pushed it over. "I'm from New York. Someone asked me to give you this letter."
Luke didn't touch the envelope and simply looked at her quietly.
Looking at his expression, the woman smiled brightly and stood up. She elegantly took off her white chiffon dress and took off her shoulder straps. The silk dress slid down her body.
As she walked over, her figure swayed and shone in the room in the evening.
When she was in front of Luke, she bent down and put her hands on his shoulders as she lowered her head.
"Huh?" Her eyes widened in shock and she stopped moving.
Luke put a hand on her face to stop her from moving forward. Her hands stopped five centimeters away from his shoulders, but she couldn't touch her target.
"I've brought the letter. Is there anything else?" Luke finally said with the same blank expression.
The woman's face was full of resentment. "John, have you forgotten what happened between us in the past?"
With a shake of his wrist, the woman stumbled backward and fell onto the couch.
"Miss Perkins, please put on your clothes and leave immediately." His cold voice rang out. "Otherwise, I will think that you are treating me as a target."
The woman named Parkins straightened her face and immediately smiled. She got up gracefully, bent down to pick up the dress on the ground and put it on.
However, this woman's bad taste ran deep, and she deliberately turned her back to him.
After putting on the dress, she turned her head and asked, "Does it look good?"
Luke said indifferently, "The cub is too small, the pufferfish is too flat, and the skin is rough. While you're not too old, earn more money and retire. Otherwise, your targets will vomit when they see you like this. "
He was not lying at all.
Compared to the big-chested Max whom he had just met, the only advantage this guy had was his long legs. Everything else was crushed.
Perkins's face darkened. He raised his hand and made an international gesture. "F * ck you! John, you fucking ed. Do you really think I care about you? "
Luke stood up. "Five seconds. Otherwise, you don't have to leave. "
Perkins froze for a moment and shouted, "Bah! This is the Continental Hotel. I don't believe you dare attack me! Just you wait if you dare! "
Bang!
With this sound, the door was slammed shut. The female assassin didn't even put on her high heels. Her last sentence was said outside the room before she slammed the door shut.
Luke looked at his watch. Hm, it was almost four and a half seconds. This woman was truly professional.
He took two steps forward and kicked out.
The two high heels drew two similar arcs in the room as they flew out through the open balcony door.
Closing the balcony door, he returned to the table and opened the envelope. It was a piece of white paper with messy letters on it.
Thinking for a moment, Luke put on his sunglasses and aimed them at the paper.
Very soon, North Star picked up the letters and combined them into a website and a password.
He took out his phone and went to the website. There was an encrypted file inside.
He downloaded the file and opened it with the password. There was a lot of information inside.
Luke quickly flipped through the files and pondered, deep in thought.
Winston had given him these files, and the decryption method on the copy paper was the contact information they had agreed on.
The files mentioned what had happened at the high table after he killed Santino, and some speculation about Jaina's attack.
Luke had obtained most of this information from Jaina, but there was something new about the inside story of Jaina's attack.
Before he came, even Luke had thought that Jaina's opponent might be the Glory Society. After all, the Glory Society had been up to a lot of tricks recently.
The Camorra was in Campania to the north, and the Glory Society was in Calabria to the south. Only Puglia was between the two regions.
But Winston's intelligence showed that it was the Holy Crown that wanted Jaina.
The Holy Crown was in Puglia, and was a branch that split from the Camorra in the 1970s.
In fact, it was the personal power of the head of the Camorra family at the time.
At that time, something went wrong during the succession of the Ren family head's son, and the position fell into the hands of another branch, which then fell into the hands of Jaina's father.
Once Jaina died, the Anthony family, which she belonged to, might become the next Holy Crown.
The situation of the Holy Crown over the past few decades was a lesson for the Anthony family.
Although it was a little unexpected, it made sense.
They had thought that it was an external threat, but in the end, it turned out to be half a "traitor."
Anyone who had their "throne" snatched away would probably think, "It was supposed to be mine."
Given the Holy Crown's current power, it really was possible for them to return to the Camorra.
After all, the Holy Crown's nest was in Puglia, which was right next to the Camorra's nest. Returning meant expanding their strength and territory, and they could also fight against the Glory Society in the south.
But Winston still mentioned that the Holy Crown wasn't that strong, and logically speaking, it was very difficult for them to have the idea of swallowing the whale.
Luke felt the same way. At the very least, the sniper who had almost killed Jaina wasn't someone the Holy Crown could find.
In any industry, top-notch talents were scarce.
In some fields, a top sniper was no less intimidating than a legendary killer.
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