Smith lowered his head and stared at the Glock on the ground.
Suddenly, he bent down and picked it up, before he raised his gun.
The bearded man roared, "No! You can't … "
Bang!
The bearded man's hideous expression froze, and two holes appeared on his forehead.
Without looking at the man, Smith moved his gun forward. Bang!
Bang!
Two holes also appeared on the forehead of Hammerson, who was unconscious on the ground.
Smith slowly lowered his gun. Panting, he looked at the shadow. "What now?"
When he asked this question, his fingers that were holding the gun trembled slightly.
It was a sign that he was ready to attack.
The shadow chuckled and clapped his hands, as if he were applauding Smith's decisiveness.
Then, the shadow pulled a black duffel bag from behind him.
The black duffel bag landed in front of Smith, and the shadow quietly retreated into the darkness.
Frowning, Smith looked at where the shadow had disappeared for a moment. After a brief hesitation, he unzipped the black duffel bag, which was filled with bundles of cash, both in euros and in dollars.
After a quick scan, he was certain that they were all old bills with no serial numbers, and that there wouldn't be any problems with them.
Taking a deep breath, he zipped up the duffel bag and gave it to Donna. "Let's get out of here."
Donna: "Huh?" Looking at the bodies on the ground, she hurriedly picked up the duffel bag and helped him out of the warehouse.
Smith said, "We'll take this car and drive Hammerson's car into the warehouse. Then, we'll find something to lock the gate."
Donna immediately understood.
Hammerson was a rich man, and his car was very eye-catching.
The bearded man, on the other hand, definitely wouldn't use a car that was registered under his name, and it would be harder to track him down if he drove his car.
Secondly, this was an abandoned factory.
As long as the gate was locked and there were no eye-catching cars outside, nobody would notice this place for a few days or even years.
She helped Smith to the driver's seat and gave him the baby. "You stay with little Oliver for now. He seems to miss you."
Smith lowered his head with a smile. The little baby in his arms was frowning with a wronged expression, as if he was about to cry.
He coaxed softly, "Oh, we'll soon be able to find a quiet and beautiful place to live again. No one can hurt you anymore, Little Oliver."
The baby burst into tears, not giving him any face, but the smile on Smith's face did not diminish at all.
This was the cry of life!
He had survived, Donna had survived, even Little Oliver had survived.
The bag of cash was worth at least four hundred thousand dollars, which was enough for them to find a place to hide for years without worrying about food or clothing.
Shaking Little Oliver on his chest, Smith thought of the black shadow just now and the bag of cash he had thrown at him. He had an indescribable feeling in his heart.
A German Shepherd suddenly dashed out of the warehouse. It was the German Shepherd that Hammerson had brought.
It circled around Smith and sniffed the scent of baby Oliver with its nose. It made a nasal sound and wagged its tail happily.
Smith smiled and patted the dog's big head. "It seems that you don't want to stay either. Let's go together."
A few minutes later, Donna got into the car and left the abandoned warehouse with Smith, Oliver, and the German Shepherd.
Not long after they left, Luke appeared in front of the warehouse again. Watching the three people and the dog go away, he chuckled. "I still have to clean up after them. Hitmen are really unprofessional."
Ten minutes later, the bearded bigshot, Hammerson, and their subordinates had completely disappeared from this world. Only their cars were still parked in the abandoned warehouse.
Nobody said that these two wouldn't suddenly come to a realization and take their subordinates on a hike.
Soon, Luke waved from the roadside, and Selina, who had been notified, came to pick him up.
Recalling everything that had happened just now, Luke murmured to himself, "It's a pleasure to watch a show occasionally!"
He was very satisfied with the system.
Mission: Eliminate Hertz's gang.
Total experience: 2,000. Total credit: 2,000.
Contribution rate: 80%. EXP + 1,600. Credit + 1,600.
Mission: Kill Hammerson.
Total experience: 500. Total credit: 500.
Contribution rate: 80%. EXP + 400. Credit + 400.
Mr. Smith had killed the two masterminds, so he only got 20% of the experience and credit points, which wasn't too much.
That was just his harvest for the day.
Luke had also earned 200 experience and credit points from killing five gunmen in Elsworth Park at noon yesterday.
He had earned another 350 credit points from the ambush he had killed last night.
He had earned 2,550 experience and credit points from killing Hammerson and the bearded bigshot in just one day. He had 19440 experience and credit points.
More importantly, it was Mr. Smith who had to take the blame.
Suddenly, another notification popped up in the system.
System: You have received Smith's gratitude. You may now learn all of his abilities.
Smith's abilities: Basic Firearms, Basic Special Combat, Basic Intelligence Gathering … Elementary Penetration (special mental class)
Luke was stunned. What was that again?
Closing his eyes, he carefully studied Smith's ability in the system.
Elementary Penetration (special mental class): Prerequisite: 20 Mental Strength and 10000 credit points.
He didn't have any more information, but he didn't think the ability would be bad, both from the price of 10000 credit points and the simple description of the special mental class.
An image popped up in Luke's head: the man in the black plastic bag whose head had been pierced by a carrot.
Luke smiled. It seemed that he would have to buy another ability after the upgrade.
Sigh, he didn't have enough credit points! That made him really … happy.
Selina noticed his smile. "You've encountered something good again." It wasn't a question.
Luke nodded and said, "Let's go back to the police department and see if there's anything else."
Selina didn't ask further. She knew that it couldn't be a small matter, and it would be good to confirm it through official channels.
What did official channels mean? For example, Elsa and Dustin. Private information leaked from their mouths could be considered a very formal channel, and it was extremely reliable.
After returning to the police department, Luke wasn't in a hurry to find Elsa. Instead, he took out two cans and drank leisurely with Selina.
If it was big news, there would have to be a confirmation process before it was delivered, which would take time. Elsa and Dustin wouldn't receive it so soon.
It hadn't even been an hour since Smith jumped out of the sky.
Sonia and Alessandro came over. Luke smiled at them. "Do you want a can too?"
Sonia politely declined. Alessandro said, "I think I need more calcium."
He was implying that carbonated drinks weren't good for bones.
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