Kincaid widened his eyes. "She's definitely my wife."
Luke shrugged. "Then, may you have a son soon?"
Kincaid stretched out the most prominent finger on his hand.
One of them was holding a glass of red wine, while the other was holding a glass of juice. They walked out of the bar.
Kincaid said casually, "You're a little like a guy I know. Other than the fact that his marksmanship isn't as good, his face isn't as handsome as him, and his beard is fake, his techniques are quite similar. "
Unconcerned, Luke had another sip of juice. "Who is it? He's even more handsome than me? "
Kincaid thought for a moment, then answered, "His name is John. He's a retired old man. You probably won't run into him."
As they spoke, the two walked out of the bar.
Getting into the pickup, Luke waved at Kincaid, who was getting into a Ford. "Let's go. I have a plane to catch."
Kincaid simply waved his hand, and the two of them left in separate directions.
As for the battle in the bar just now, it was just a game between the two of them. They just remembered each other.
In the early hours of the morning, Luke took a plane back to Los Angeles.
Looking at the system notification, he smirked.
System: Kill the members of the drug gang and eliminate their hideout. Quest completed.
Total experience: 2,000, total credit: 2,000.
Contribution rate: 60%. EXP + 1,200.
Experience has reached 50000. Host has leveled up to level 13.
Remaining 5 basic points.
The last time he went to Mexico, he had more than 15,000 EXP before he went to Rio.
For the next ten or so nights in Rio, Luke went on a killing spree and earned more than 3,000 a day.
When he arrived in Honduras, he had more than 48,000 experience points.
In the end, he returned to the bar for the last 1000 EXP.
Due to his slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, he didn't want to go back to Los Angeles and accumulate points to level up.
Let this leveling up be the best reward for this trip!
Looking at his stats, Luke was lost in thought.
Strength 40, Agility 20, Spirit 20.
Overall, this configuration was already the optimal configuration after his comprehensive consideration.
If it wasn't for Elementary Self-Healing, he might have raised his Agility and Spirit to 40.
Now, there was a problem in front of him.
Agility or Spirit first?
Since 40 points was the second major barrier, the most cost-effective way was to increase Agility and Spirit to 40 points.
Adding points on average would cause these two attributes to be unable to display their full effects for a longer period of time before they reached 40 points.
For now, the experience required to level up was a threshold every five levels. The increment of millions meant that every level he leveled up would be equivalent to the total experience he gained from leveling up ten or so levels earlier.
One, three, five, seven, nine was the amount of experience gained for every five levels.
Level 13 required 50,000 EXP, Level 14 required 70,000, and Level 15 required 90,000.
It was also impossible for him to fly around the world every day and go on a killing spree.
Wherever he went, there would be hundreds and thousands of murders. If this happened too often, even an idiot would find out that there was something wrong with him.
All this while, he had been trying to use others as scapegoats to cover up any signs of his own involvement.
Even the Paris police didn't know what was going on in the 93rd arrondissement, let alone the American intelligence organization.
It was also impossible for the gang members to report to the police. The few small gangs that had disappeared from their territory would only happily accept the vacated territory.
Luke hadn't left any records in Mexico at all, so it couldn't be blamed on him.
It was only because of the huge commotion in Rio. If he wanted to farm experience and credit points like this again, he wouldn't be able to use his real identity.
He had a plan in mind for this.
For now, he had to hold onto Los Angeles, which was a stable source of experience and credit points, and wait until the conditions were right before he opened up a new one.
This also meant that he wouldn't be leveling up too quickly.
Leveling up one level in less than a month would only happen once in a while.
Pondering for a long time, he finally made a choice in the system and clicked on it.
Mental Strength 21
Feeling a slight itch in his head, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Now that he had made a choice, there was no need to hesitate. He just had to keep going.
Thinking that, Luke closed his eyes and started to review his trip to Rio.
He knew that he wasn't a smart person, so he could only be a little more diligent and do some self-reflection every day.
Thankfully, he had Elementary Self-Healing, and his Mental Strength was now over 20.
Apart from the two hours he slept, his mind was almost never idle for the remaining twenty-two hours of the day.
Most of the time, he was thinking about his operation plan and what to do next.
So, he was always busy.
After a short flight, Luke returned to Los Angeles.
Taking a deep breath of the familiar air, he shook his head with a smile. "It's much worse than Rio, but I still like it here."
He drove home in the secondhand Ford that he had left in the airport parking lot.
When he entered the house, Luke frowned.
He didn't need to look to know that there was nobody in the house.
That was because the security system in the house had been turned on, which was something that only happened after both of them left home.
Now, the question was — where did Selina go?
Why didn't she go to sleep at three o 'clock?
Luke wasn't too worried about her. He sent a message to her fake phone, then started to pack up and wash up.
Half an hour later, the door opened, and Selina dashed in.
Looking at Luke, who was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and reading a laptop, she said with an awkward smile, "You're back, darling."
Luke raised his head and pointed to the side. "Sit down. Tell me what Gold Nugget urged you to do this time."
Selina sat down and hesitated for a moment before she said, "I just went to … do a little experiment."
Luke raised an eyebrow. "And then beat up a bunch of people until blood and spit flew everywhere? You weren't so bored that you fought in an underground boxing ring, were you? "
Selina chuckled. "No. I just … beat up some hooligans. "
Luke hummed and said, "That's fine. Wash up and go to bed."
Looking at his expression, Selina knew that he really didn't mind. She was stunned. "You're not angry?"
Luke found that odd. "Why would I be angry?"
Girl, at most, you'll cause some fights. What's there to feel guilty about? You still need to train your mental fortitude. He complained inwardly.
Selina immediately relaxed and walked over to him. "Let's go. Let's go to the training room first. My training has been effective recently."
Luke didn't resist, and got up with a smile.
When they reached the training room, Selina put on her boxing gloves and looked at his pajamas and slippers. "It's better if you change."
Luke shook his head and kicked off his slippers. He then put his pajamas on the gym equipment on the side and picked up two hand targets. "Come on."
He had a rough idea what she wanted to show him, and his interest was piqued.
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