As long as Claire didn't go to college in New York, it wouldn't be a problem.
He just didn't know if the little monkey would explode in anger in a few months.
Looking at his strange expression, Selina couldn't help but find it strange. "Why do you look like that? You don't want her to come over? "
Luke shook his head. "Have you forgotten what Dustin said yesterday? If we go to New York … "
Understanding, Selina put her hand to her forehead. "You really want to go over? Then … Hey, why should I have a headache? Isn't Claire your sister? "
Luke smiled bitterly. "Fine, thank you for giving me a headache."
After that, he drove home.
After asking Selina to help prepare Claire's room, he left.
On the way, Jenny called him. "Why did twenty million suddenly come into the company's account? Hm, it's from Stark Industries. "
Luke said, "I did a small business."
Jenny was lost for words. Did you misunderstand the word "small?"
After telling Jenny not to worry and that the money was for the phone company, he hung up.
Twenty million wasn't a lot, but it wasn't a small amount either.
Tony liked to spend lavishly, but that was when it came to his entertainment expenses.
As a businessman, business was business. This was something he had done very well.
Strictly speaking, the energy weapon was the only valuable part of the two Predator weapons that Luke had given him, but they might not be able to produce anything from it.
Tony's twenty million was the market price.
Luke had his own reasons for exchanging his watch for two boxes of roadside strawberries, or setting off billions of Iron Man fireworks for Pepper to see.
It was just like how many shares Luke was willing to give Selina, whether they were worth five million or fifty million, that was his own business.
But if Weyland wanted to hire him for personal work, he had to pay 500,000 dollars first. Sheerah had to pay him ten thousand dollars for a night of security work.
By the same logic, Tony could spend as much as he wanted in his personal life, but he had to follow the rules with Luke in this weapons deal.
Business was business! That was the truth in America.
Was his luck a little too good recently? Thinking that, Luke drove around the east side.
While he was making money, he was going to help others for free.
A debt of gratitude was the hardest to repay.
After leaving some graffiti-like words on many important streets in East Borough, he set off home.
After entering the room, he heard a series of noises coming from the guest room.
He walked over and saw that Selina was busy in the room.
However, looking at the new things in the room, Luke had a strange expression on his face. "Where did these things come from?"
Selina was still kneeling on the bed, tidying up the sheets that had just been laid out. Without turning her head, she replied, "I bought it for Talia and the others. I haven't used it yet."
"Peppa Pig?" Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Are you sure Claire will like that?"
Selina said, "She's not eighteen yet. Why don't you go out and buy her something she likes?"
Luke looked at the ceiling and thought for a moment, before he shook his head regretfully. "Fine, I don't know what she likes now."
Three years ago, Claire still liked this cute style.
But a girl changes eighteen times between childhood and womanhood, and now he really wasn't too sure about Claire's aesthetics.
If that little monkey wasn't satisfied, she could go buy a new one herself.
After making that decision, Luke didn't say anything else. He slipped away and let Selina continue with her work.
At eleven o 'clock, Luke went out again on his own.
A conversation came from Selina's room. "Do you think he'll find out?"
"What are you afraid of? Luke said that it's fine to beat people up! "
"But we didn't say how many people we beat up."
"That's because you didn't say anything. I have to abide by Luke's rules and can't say anything."
"Where's your shame? Where's your shame?! "
On the other side, Luke headed east.
Arriving at an abandoned factory, he found a table, took out a camping light, and sat down.
At midnight, a person walked in.
Looking at the shadow sitting in the middle of the factory, the person was stunned for a moment and paused.
The shadow, however, had already said, "Come here. Rebecca asked me to help you."
After a brief silence, the person pulled out a gun and walked over slowly. "Who are you?"
The shadow tilted its head and tapped on the phone. "You can call me — Puncher." (Boxer)
The person raised the gun in his hand. "You're lying. Rebecca doesn't have any friends. "
The shadow chuckled soundlessly and typed again. "I owe her a small favor. I can barely be considered her friend. And you, Bloodmint, can be considered a friend of hers. "
Under the camping light, the person's face was revealed.
It was a white woman in her mid-thirties. She wasn't particularly pretty, and her face was a little stiff. She had a gloomy expression on her face, and her eyes were cold and gloomy.
At that moment, she wasn't in a good condition either. Not only was her face pale, there was blood on her left leg, and even her hand that was holding the gun was trembling slightly.
But she still didn't put down the gun. "You're from the Fraternity!"
The shadow stood up. "If you were from the Fraternity, do you think they wouldn't have attacked you? You're seriously injured. "
As he spoke, he walked over.
The shadow walked up to her and ignored her gun. "Alright, it's useless to force yourself. I'll treat your wounds."
As he spoke, he easily snatched the pistol from her hand and tossed it aside.
With his other hand, he helped the woman named Bloodmint up and placed her on the counter.
Horrified, Bloodmint was about to attack, when the man pressed a hand on her shoulder. "That's enough. I had two seconds to kill you if I wanted to. "
Bloodmint paused for a moment. Finally, she stopped resisting and said, "Why do you keep playing the video?"
The black shadow shrugged and typed another string of words, "Do I have to be as high profile as you? You don't even cover your face when you steal firearms. It's only a matter of time before LAPD and the FBI find you. "
With that, he put his phone back and gestured for her to be quiet. He then quickly cut open her left leg with a knife and removed the gauze. He immediately shook his head.
This woman was truly ruthless.
A huge wound of seven to eight centimeters was actually stapled with a stapler, and the wound was then sutured.
Looking at it, Luke felt his teeth ache.
He rummaged through his backpack and took out some medical supplies. First, he gave her a shot of painkiller.
A moment later, he cleaned the wound and stitched it up and bandaged it.
In less than ten minutes, everything was done.
Luke took off his rubber gloves and put them in a plastic bag, before he stuffed them into his backpack.
He put the medical supplies into a black cloth bag and put it on the side. Then, he took out his phone and continued typing. "Keep these for yourself. You can also prepare for revenge. It's not hard to buy medical supplies. "
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