The moment Luke entered, he saw Reto's sister cutting the ropes on her hands with a knife.
Unfortunately, the knife wasn't very sharp, and her hands were in an awkward position, so she couldn't use much strength.
Luke was amused. The girl was quite tenacious.
Without wasting any time, he snatched the knife from her hand and threw it away. Then, he wrapped her head in a black cloth bag and put it on his shoulder. He then shot out his grappling hook and went up through the skylight.
Two minutes later, Luke and the girl appeared in an alley hundreds of meters away.
Cutting open her bound hands and feet, he shoved the gun that he had looted from K2 into her hands. "Good luck! Good luck! "
His figure leaped over the wall and disappeared.
The girl took off the black cloth bag on her head and looked around, but didn't see anyone.
Looking at the pistol in her hand, she clenched her teeth, put it into her pocket, and quickly left.
Luke was standing on the roof of a building not far away. He smiled as he watched the little girl leave, before he turned around and looked at the fortress on the street.
After a while, there were a few loud rumbles, and then a large amount of flames rose up.
Looking at the workshop that was engulfed in flames, Luke smiled and shot out his grappling hook and quickly left.
He found his broken car and drove to the 18th arrondissement. He called Daniel and said, "Pick me up. I'll send you the address."
Daniel said, "Hey, are you serious? It's two o 'clock in the morning, and I'm not a night driver! "
Luke said, "Two thousand euros."
Daniel said, "Fine, I'll be right there." Two thousand euros was more than what he could earn if he worked hard for several days.
Also, he looked at the address. With his driving skills, it would only take him a few minutes at most.
Ten minutes later, Daniel's taxi screeched to a stop in front of him.
Luke got in and said, "To Montmartre Cemetery."
Daniel drove with a smile.
A moment later, the taxi arrived. Luke gave the driver a roll of euros and said, "Consider it a tip." He then got out of the car and soon disappeared into the darkness.
Daniel used the dim light on the bridge to quickly count the roll of money. He suddenly cursed, "Damn it, two thousand and fifty cents. You only gave me fifty cents as a tip!"
With Luke's eyesight and Dexterity, he had naturally counted the money. The extra 50 cents had been intentional. In any case, he had paid the promised 2,000 euros.
At the same time, he used the 50 cents coin he got from the robber to do an experiment.
After using the coin, the system had no intention of deducting points.
Obviously, robbing those robbers was approved by the system.
Walking slowly on the dark streets of Paris, he looked at the profits from the operation.
Mission: Kill the leader of Taha's gang and destroy the illegal drugs and their workshop.
Total experience: 2500. Total credit: 2500
Contribution rate: 100%. EXP + 2,500. Credit + 2,500.
As expected, destroying the illegal drugs and their processing also rewarded experience and credit points.
If he continued like this for a week, he would probably be able to level up and learn Elementary Self-Healing.
However, considering the major operations he had made in the past few days, and the fact that Taha's gang was one of the top three gangs in the area, it would be troublesome if the authorities imposed a curfew on the drug dealers.
If he carried out a purge in 93 provinces for ten days, not just the local gangs, but the entire public might not be able to take it.
He walked all the way back to his apartment, opened the door, took off his clothes, and sat on the bed. Following his usual routine, he reviewed his actions that night.
At that moment, someone knocked on the bathroom door.
He smiled and said, "Come in. I didn't lock the door."
Elena stuck her head out of the bathroom door. "Aren't you going to take a shower? It's raining outside. Aren't you cold? "
Luke nodded with a smile. "Thank you, Elena. I'm about to take a shower after resting. "
Elena looked at him and asked after a brief hesitation, "I have coffee here. Do you want to have a cup after your shower?"
Luke nodded with a smile.
Elena, on the other hand, felt that something wasn't right with Luke tonight. She smiled and retreated.
Luke got up and took a shower.
Elena was brewing coffee in the small kitchen in her house. She mumbled, "What exactly is it? Hm, it's like … the sunlight from that morning has suddenly turned into a cold wind with rain tonight. Yes, that's the feeling. "
She then shook her head. "It's just my imagination. Maybe he's just cold. Nobody can be as warm as the sun after being exposed to the cold wind for too long. "She then chuckled.
A while later, Luke finished washing up and changed into a set of clean clothes. He knocked on the bathroom door, and when he got a response, he opened the door and entered.
That was the interesting thing about the two apartments.
Through the bathroom, both sides could be turned into two separate yet intimate spaces.
Luke was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. It wasn't cold in the apartment because of the air conditioner, and it was enough for him.
Elena smiled and asked him to sit down for coffee.
It had to be said that on such a cold and rainy night, the feeling of having a cup of hot coffee in his hand and a smiling little beauty by his side while listening to the pitter-patter of the rain falling on various objects outside the rooftop felt really good.
Luke and Elena sat very close to each other. The tables in the room were only for one person. Elena had even made a small round table, so the two of them were even closer to each other, almost touching each other's ears as they chatted and laughed in low voices.
After finishing the pot of coffee, Luke got up and said goodbye.
Elena didn't have any intention of driving him away.
In France, it was an obvious hint when someone offered to buy you coffee.
But he might have something to do tomorrow, or even the day after. He couldn't be so impatient.
Under Elena's disappointed gaze, Luke left.
Elena, on the other hand, was only frustrated for a moment before she suddenly chuckled.
Although she was vaguely disappointed that Luke was leaving, it was in line with the image she had of him.
He was gentle, funny, polite, and happy to be close to her, but he didn't act rashly.
Compared with some men who wanted to spread their lives the moment they met, Luke was more willing to communicate with her emotionally and mentally, which she actually liked.
As she thought about it, she lost all desire to sleep. She simply moved the easel over and began to sketch a new painting.
It was so quiet that only the sound of the rain could be heard.
As time passed, the overall outline of the painting appeared, and it was still Luke's version of an angel.
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