Selina rolled her eyes. "Hehe, it's too late to say that. Also, didn't I run into that female shooter when I was with Donald? Even in Shackelford, we ran into the Carlos Family's shooter. There's danger everywhere in this world. At the very least, I can become stronger by following you. "
After a brief silence, Luke nodded. "Fine. Since you're already so resolute, train with me for another half an hour. There are still some problems with your combat moves."
Selina's eyes widened. "What?"
Luke said, "Of course I'm asking for more so that you can live longer."
In the end, Luke carried Selina to the bathtub in the bathroom.
She was already out of strength, and could only ask Luke to take her place in a hot bath to relax her muscles.
Half an hour later, Luke went to wake her up again, but there was no response.
He pushed the door open and saw that Selina had fallen asleep in the bathtub.
Shaking his head, Luke fished her out, wiped her body, and blow-dried her hair before he tucked her into bed. She only moaned comfortably and showed no signs of waking up.
Sitting on the bed, Luke stared at Selina, lost in thought for a long time. In the end, he could only sigh and leave.
After he left Selina's bedroom, he went to the workshop.
He was feeling more and more anxious.
He had run into two troublesome extraordinary humans in a row, and both of them had escaped, which made him even more aware of how terrifying this world could be.
If he didn't want to be an ordinary person who would end up as one of the casualties on the newspapers, he had to work hard to survive.
If even Selina understood this, there was no way he wouldn't.
With 40 Strength and Elementary Self-Healing, he only needed to sleep two hours a day.
With this ability, he could work six hours longer than a regular person every day, and he would be able to accomplish a lot of things.
The next day, Luke made breakfast and woke up Selina, who was still lazing around in bed. "Beauty, although you did a good job yesterday, you still have to go to work on time today."
Selina angrily grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. Luke caught it and threw it back. "Okay, there's food."
As if a switch had been flipped, the woman sat up with a thud. "What delicious food?"
Luke said, "Not breakfast, but dessert today. However, do you need me to remind you that I sent you to bed last night? "
Selina decisively lay back down and pulled up the blanket. "Get out and close the door."
Luke did as he was told.
He had eaten enough ice cream early in the morning, so he wasn't angry.
A few minutes later, Selina came out. "What's delicious?"
Luke was having breakfast. "I put it in the fridge in the car."
Selina: "What? How come I didn't know we had a fridge in the car? "
Luke said, "Because I installed it last night."
Selina: "… You must be joking."
Half an hour later, Selina gaped at what looked like a storage box in the middle of the backseat. "It's really a fridge?"
Luke shrugged. "There's no room in the front. Hey, I told you it was a snack. You ate breakfast, didn't you? "
Selina said, "Mumu, I love this smell. By the way, should I send one to Elsa? "
Luke said, "As long as you're willing. Anyway, what she eats there depends on what you want to eat. "
Selina thought for a moment, then nodded. "Then let's give her one."
Luke reminded her, "She doesn't have a fridge at her place. The tiramisu won't last long."
Selina said, "Tell her to send it to Dustin's place."
Luke said, "I don't want to have to give Dustin warmth in the future. I brought the cupcakes from yesterday. You can give him that today. "
Selina said, "… Okay."
They arrived at the police department, and before they entered, Elsa called them. "Come to the boss's place."
Luke and Selina received the order.
Closing the door, Dustin said, "We have some leads on the case from last night."
Luke raised an eyebrow.
"Ten SWAT members died in the incident, and the SWAT team has already taken the case to HQ. The DEA finally relented and shared some of their intelligence with us. Here's the file on the mysterious shooter from last night. Take a look, "Dustin said as he tossed Luke a file.
Luke accepted it, but didn't give it to Selina. He simply flipped through it.
He was really curious about who the marksman was!
Then, a name caught his eye — Wilson Grant Fix.
He had no recollection of the name.
A moment later, he slowly raised his head. "Kingpin?"
Dustin said indifferently, "Yes, that's him."
Luke frowned and quickly flipped through the file. Very soon, he reached the name of the mysterious shooter: Lester?
Moving his gaze a little, he saw another word.
Bullseye？ Bullseye?
Luke frowned. This nickname sounded like a super bad guy.
According to the description on the file, Bullseye was Kingpin's number one fighter!
Kingpin was Kingpin!
Luke had heard of this guy before, but he didn't have much information on him. He only remembered that he was the boss of a super gang.
In the dossier, Kingpin's information wasn't that simple.
Originally known as Wilson Grant Phoenix, this super bigshot was known as Kingpin. His forces had been growing rapidly in recent years, and he was so capable that the FBI, the DEA, and the IRS couldn't do anything to him.
Kingpin hid himself very well, and had been secretly manipulating his criminal organization, which was growing larger and larger.
His main territory was New York, but his tentacles of influence had already spread across the country.
That was why he was known as Kingpin in the gangs! It referred to the overlord and the mastermind, not his first name Kingpin.
After quickly reading the rest of the file, Luke tossed the file to Selina and looked at Dustin. "Boss, what do they mean?"
After a brief silence, Dustin said, "Nothing. Kingpin isn't a small fry like Sergei. The NYPD hasn't been able to do anything to him all these years. Do they expect us to help them catch him? "
Luke nodded. He thought so too.
A bigshot like Kingpin wasn't someone that ordinary people could touch. Even extraordinary humans would find it hard to touch him.
Bullseye alone was enough to kill most extraordinary humans in an instant. It would be very difficult to deal with him unless they had the right ability.
"Where's Bullseye?" Luke asked.
Dustin shook his head. "That's none of our business. The FBI has sent someone over to retrieve yesterday's file."
Luke nodded. "So, it's none of our business?"
Dustin nodded. "I called you here to remind you to be careful. After all, you're the only person who survived last night's fight with Bullseye. "
Luke chuckled. "I'll be on guard against his revenge."
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