Luke had an answer in his heart.
But after half a day, the scents on the street were long gone, and Luke couldn't find them, so he could only return to HQ.
He silently memorized the scents of the three girls, and looked forward to meeting that strange girl again one day.
She was an interesting guy.
There was one more person that Luke was so concerned about.
It was Stu, the high school student who had disappeared after the massacre in Woodsburg.
One had to have dreams. Who knew, they might come true one day! Luke encouraged himself in his heart as he drove home.
When he got home, Selina went to the training room to look for Claire.
Claire had been fascinated by fighting recently, especially the "forbidden arts" that Selina had taught her.
The moves were usually one, and the arts were usually a whole set.
Luke could only warn her solemnly that she couldn't use these things in an ordinary fight.
Claire could only use them when her body and life were in danger.
These were all meant to cripple someone. As long as they weren't invulnerable extraordinary people, they would basically be crippled.
But this was a dangerous world.
Luke didn't think it was right to leave Claire defenseless, so he let her learn from Selina. In any case, this frisky monkey was full of vigor, and it was good to spend more time on self-defense.
Luke, on the other hand, went to the kitchen to prepare a feast. Gold Nugget sat at the door, scrounging for food and drinks. Every time Luke made something, he would throw it a few.
The dog head had been trained to be picky, and there was nothing it could hide from its mouth.
But Luke didn't allow it to stay in the kitchen, saying that he didn't want dog fur mixed in with the food.
Thus, the dog head could only endure it.
It didn't shed fur, but Dollar did.
An hour later, Luke moved the grill to the backyard. Selina and Claire had also finished their training. They took a bath in the big tub after their showers.
Luke chatted with them on the side.
Claire, however, said excitedly, "Do you know that a Knee Breaker appeared in Los Angeles recently? He's really awesome."
Luke and Selina didn't think much of it.
Los Angeles was the capital of crime, and there were all kinds of strange names.
Names like Bloody Hand Butcher weren't rare, and Knee Breaker wasn't brutal enough.
But as Claire continued to brag, Luke's expression turned strange.
When it came to the part where Knee Breaker broke the hooligans' legs, robbed them clean, stripped them naked, tied them up, and hung them on street lamps.
Selina, who was drinking juice, suddenly coughed and choked on the juice.
Claire looked at her strangely, "What's wrong?"
Selina wiped the corner of her mouth. "Haha, no, nothing." As she spoke, she quickly glanced at Luke.
The dog head that had been gnawing on the bone next to Luke's feet also quietly got up and hid behind a bush not far away with the bone in its mouth to observe the situation.
After a brief silence, Luke smiled. "So, don't wander around at night, or you'll run into all kinds of 'strange' people."
He put a slight emphasis on the word "strange".
Claire also nodded. "Knee Breaker only beats up hooligans. He's a good person. But what if there are perverts who specialize in hitting women? "
As she spoke, she lowered her head to look at a certain part of her that was growing healthily.
Luke stared at the sky, lost for words. Would a good man beat a woman's chest? Well, unless the woman was really bad?
To the dog and the woman's surprise, a certain someone didn't bring up this topic again after listening to her.
That night, Luke went out again.
In the room, Selina and the dog head secretly watched him disappear through a gap in the curtains before they communicated in their hearts.
The dog head was cautious. Do you think the fiend will flip out?
Selina thought for a moment, then shook her head. Impossible. If he really does flip out, he'll catch us and scold us in the afternoon.
The dog head immediately felt as if it had been pardoned. That's good. The vault is fine.
Selina glared at it unhappily. Is that what you're afraid of?
The dog head looked at her resentfully. What can I do? I can't go to work or get paid, and Luke has only taken me on one mission.
Selina was lost for words.
There was nothing wrong with that! She had been getting paid on time since she was eighteen. Naturally, she didn't know the pain of not having a job.
Thinking for a moment, she lay down on the bed. Don't worry. Luke's silence today means that he's acquiescing. As long as we follow the safety rules and don't let anyone find out, he won't punish you.
The dog head heaved a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt that something wasn't right. What? In any case, he'll only punish me? Are you sure you're fine? What are you thinking? Apologize.
Selina rolled over lazily. I'm telling the truth. Why should I apologize?
The dog head thought for a few seconds before it finally realized that there was nothing wrong with what the woman had said. It could only cry out in despair, This isn't fair! I'm going to … watch HBO.
Selina yawned. Go ahead. Remember to pull up the cover and put on the headphones.
The dog head angrily curled up in its new kennel next to the bed.
This was new, and it had bought it with its own little treasury.
It was a lot bigger, and could even pull up the cover like a small tent.
In its own words, it was also an adult "body," and needed privacy.
Taking out the tablet that Luke had specially modified for it, it pressed the play/pause button with its paw and watched the fifth episode of the second season, This Is Sparta.
Dollar had already closed its eyes. The tablet was behind its butt, so that it wouldn't disturb its rest.
The headphones on the tablet were also stuck to its back, so that it wouldn't disturb its rest either.
Apart from the flickering light in the kennel, the room was silent.
On the other side, Luke went to the new safe house and changed into a full set of clothes, before he drove out in a secondhand Chevrolet.
He would give up on these safe houses after using them once or twice. In any case, he wasn't short of money.
It wasn't hard for him to take advantage of the loopholes on certain rental websites and fake identities to rent and buy cars.
He would give up these locations and cars after a month at most, so his safety wouldn't be a problem.
All of this was paid with the dirty money in his inventory, so Luke didn't feel the pinch at all. He didn't even know how he was going to spend Hernan's two hundred million dollars!
Given the circumstances, although the cars he bought were secondhand, they weren't bad, and had been specially checked.
He would never forget how that unlucky bastard Alex had ended up in prison.
He had to use this negative example as a constant reminder that safety first.
Driving east, Luke stopped at a street corner and got out.
After several twists and turns, he entered a small alley, where an old van was parked.
Luke walked over and opened the door. He grabbed the hand that was holding the gun with one hand and played a voice message with the other. "It's me, Puncher."
The hand instantly stopped struggling, and Luke got into the van and closed the door.
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