After a brief silence, Smith asked, "How should I let you know when I'm done?"
Luke took out a business card from his pocket and flicked it at Smith's chest.
Smith's hand, which was holding the child, moved slightly and caught the business card. "What do you want?"
Tilting his head, Luke thought for a moment. "Maybe it's just one answer?"
Saying that, he turned around and opened the door. "One last question. Why are you protecting this baby?"
After a brief silence, Smith said, "Don't kill women or children. That's the rule."
Hearing that, Luke nodded at Smith, who was hiding in a dark corner, before he stepped out of the room.
Frowning, Smith listened as the footsteps faded away. A moment later, Miss Donna came in, and he asked, "Quintano, are they gone?"
Donna Quintano was the woman who was even more generous than Selina. She said blankly, "They're gone. I saw them go downstairs."
Smith exhaled and quickly stuffed the name card into his pocket. He then recited the address in his mind before walking to the bedside and grabbing the stack of green bills.
Donna's eyes widened. "Where did you get this?"
After a brief silence, Smith said, "A commission." He then put the bills in his pocket.
"Now, take care of him for five thousand dollars for a day. Deal?" He raised the baby in his hand and looked at Donna.
Donna bit her lip and didn't say anything.
On the other side, Luke took Selina downstairs. Looking at the building behind him for a moment, he smiled. "I've been running into a lot of rich people lately!"
They didn't go back to the police department, but went straight home.
Selina washed up and went to the kitchen. Looking at Luke, who was busy, she hesitated for a moment, before she asked, "Do you need to talk to me?"
Luke hummed in response. "About that phone call?"
Selina didn't say anything.
Luke continued cutting vegetables. He moved quickly, but didn't seem impatient at all.
He was precise, efficient, and had astonishing control. The only sound that could be heard was the knife cutting through the vegetables.
"It was Dustin. He told me that someone from HQ has taken over the Elsworth Park case," he said calmly.
Selina was surprised. "Dustin, he …"
Luke paused for a moment before he continued, "I've thought about it. It probably has nothing to do with him. He's not the captain yet, so he's not that professional. He's just relaying an order from a big shot. "
Selena breathed a sigh of relief.
Dustin and Elsa were to her liking, and it was really good to get along with these two superiors.
Compared to the stingy Brock, these two superiors were even more outstanding. They were the best scapegoats.
"You …" Selina suddenly paused and changed the topic. "When are we having dinner?"
Luke chuckled. "Twenty minutes at most. You can watch TV first."
Selina nodded and returned to the living room. Thinking for a moment, she finally turned on the TV. "… Henry Elsworth recently proposed a new bill. I advocate for purifying the social environment, controlling the proliferation of guns, and returning peace to the campus … "
She paused and turned down the volume of the TV. After watching it for a few minutes, she took out the phone and said, "Sonia, how's the investigation on Lucabaddon?"
…
After dinner, Luke went to the garage and left Selina to train on her own.
Looking at his back, Selina snorted and went to do the dishes.
To save time, there was now a modified dishwasher at home. She only needed to put the utensils in it and put them back in the cupboard after they were dried and disinfected.
Half an hour later, Luke drove a black Ford SUV to a dilapidated apartment building.
Lying comfortably in the driver's seat, he watched the footage on his tablet.
Another tablet was stuck on the dashboard, and on it was the image of the apartment building.
Looking at the footage that he had just received, Luke sneered. "These people are really well-informed. They actually found the therapy center so quickly."
As he mumbled to himself, he looked at the surveillance footage on the dashboard.
In the footage, the apartment building was already abandoned, but there was light coming from a few windows on the fifth floor.
At that moment, five men in black were on the ground floor. One was prying open the door, and the other four were watching.
Luke had turned on the radio and could hear their conversation clearly.
"There are so many abandoned apartment buildings in this city. How can the boss be sure that the guy is here? Is it another lucky guess? "
"No, he doesn't rely on guesses. He can detect things that we can't see. He used to be a behavioral analyst for the FBI. "
The bigshot who was knocking on the door turned his head helplessly. "Forensic behavioral consultant. How many times have I told you? Can you not add a new title to my resume every time? Details. Details determine everything in this field. "
As he spoke, he exerted force, and the door opened with a click.
He pushed the door open and was about to go in.
His four subordinates rushed forward and pulled him back. "But don't you think it's better to be at the back? Boss. "
The bigshot, who was wearing black-rimmed glasses and had a thick beard, grinned. "A leader who hides at the back can only eat leftovers. First come, first served. That's the truth. "
As he spoke, he led the way in.
Luke raised an eyebrow.
This guy was quite interesting!
He sat up, but wasn't in a hurry to get out. He simply adjusted the radio.
"… Violence is the most interesting and worthwhile thing in the world," the bigshot said expectantly.
Luke sneered. That was, as long as the target of violence wasn't him.
"Get me at least fifty men. Our Mr. Smith is an excellent marksman. He won multiple British shooting competitions at the age of sixteen, "the bigshot began to give orders in a low voice.
Luke understood. No wonder Mr. Smith gave him such an obvious feeling.
In a sense, this guy was walking the same path as Luke.
Precise, efficient, cold, stable, and a big heart. No wonder Mr. Smith was still calm when he said that he had killed more than twenty gunmen.
He was a natural killer.
Interestingly, Mr. Smith was supposed to be a cold and heartless guy who would do anything for money, but it was also this guy who was trying to protect the baby.
Luke shook his head and couldn't help but laugh. He pulled down his mask and hood and got out.
…
"Do you know what I hate the most when I watch movies?" the bearded bigshot asked in a low voice as a group of people quietly surged into the lobby of the apartment building.
The gunmen looked at each other in bewilderment.
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