Damon ignored the young man and replied through the comms, "He's D 'Amico's son, Chris D' Amico. I've investigated, and he's not involved in D 'Amico's' business. '"
Luke asked, "So, you're going to let him go?"
Damon nodded slightly. "Yes. I'm not D 'Amico. I can't implicate my family because of my hatred for him. "
Luke hummed and didn't say anything else. He simply looked at Chris D 'Amico and smiled. This kid had a "future" ahead of him!
From Mental Communication, he knew that this tycoon's personality wasn't good. He wasn't joking when he said that he wanted to kill them.
Good luck! I have high hopes for you, young man. Luke gave the young man his blessings in his heart, and the three of them turned around and left.
However, he deliberately slowed down his footsteps and stood behind Damon and his daughter.
When Damon and his daughter went downstairs and he walked to the door of the rooftop, he suddenly heard a gunshot behind him.
Pa!
Luke smiled and turned to look at Chris D 'Amico. "Your courage is commendable."
Stunned for a moment, Chris pulled the trigger with his revolver again. Pa!
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Luke tilted his body slightly and pulled out the Colt King Cobra.
Pa!
A bullet hole appeared in Chris' forehead, and he fell on Frank D 'Amico's body with a confused expression on his face.
He didn't understand why he couldn't hit the smiling masked man from a few meters away.
Luke put his gun back into its holster and snorted as he looked at D 'Amico II, who had fallen before he could even take the throne. Young man, you even swallowed such an obvious bait. You're still so lousy.
He had already mastered the art of entrapment, and had known from the beginning that Chris was hiding a gun, so he had deliberately stayed behind.
In order to make it easier for this D 'Amico II to take action, not only did Luke turn his back to him, he also walked slowly and considerately to test this tycoon's patience.
Now, it seemed that young people were always so impatient, which was a pity.
Damon and Mindy appeared in the stairwell again and looked at Luke. "What's wrong?"
Luke said, "Young Master D 'Amico can't wait any longer. He wants to shoot me."
After a brief silence, Damon opened his mouth, but in the end, he turned around and left.
It was his own choice not to kill Chris D 'Amico.
But if Chris D 'Amico dared to shoot V, he had no right to ask V not to fight back.
He was not so great as to speak up for the son of his enemy.
Mindy, who was walking behind Damon, secretly gave Luke a thumbs-up, which naturally meant "well done."
Luke shrugged with an expression that said, "There's nothing I can do."
Five minutes later, Luke jumped out of a window on the 29th floor with a big bag on his back. After shooting out his grappling hook, he swung to another building not far away.
After a few times, his figure disappeared into the night.
In New Jersey, Damon, who had taken off his armor but was still wearing tight clothes, sat on a stool in a secret room in a daze. He looked at Mindy who was busy working beside him.
The little girl was still wearing her tights at the moment. She was taking down the drawings from the wall of the secret room. "Daddy, I'll find a box to lock them up later?"
After a brief silence, Damon suddenly said, "No, burn them in front of your mother's grave tomorrow. Everything's over."
Mindy said, "Huh? Burn them?" These were drawings that Damon had drawn in his spare time over the years. They were enough for several comics.
This might also be Damon's only hobby.
"Yes, burn them." The thrill of killing D 'Amico had gradually faded, and Damon felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.
Without D 'Amico, what could he do in the future? He couldn't help but ask himself.
More than ten years of hard work and battle had come to an end tonight.
On this night of revenge, Damon realized that he had no plans for the future.
Looking at her father, Mindy couldn't help but ask in concern, "Daddy, are you alright? Why don't you look happy?"
Dazed for a moment, Damon sighed.
This was just revenge. He would only feel relieved after it was over.
Happy? Nonexistent.
Even the pleasure of revenge only lasted a moment after D 'Amico's head exploded.
In fact, when they left the rooftop, Luke had noticed that something wasn't right with him, so he told the father and daughter to leave first while he cleaned up.
On the way back, Damon almost drove the car into the river, and had no choice but to let Mindy drive him home.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
Both father and daughter looked at the surveillance screen and saw a familiar figure.
"I'll go open the door." Mindy immediately put the drawings on the table and ran off. She wasn't used to her father's current state.
She couldn't describe how she felt. It was just that her father had suddenly become dispirited and listless.
Luke opened the door and walked in with a big bag.
"Where's your dad?" he asked.
Mindy pointed at the open secret room and said in a low voice, "He's in a daze. He suddenly looks unhappy."
Hearing that, Luke's good mood faded a little. "I'll go take a look."
Throwing the bag in his hand on the coffee table in the living room, he walked to the door of the secret chamber and looked at Damon, who was holding a stack of drawings in a daze. Curling his knuckles, he knocked on the door of the secret chamber. "What's up?
Hearing his voice, Damon finally perked up a little. "You're here. Have a seat."
"No need." Luke waved his hand. Observing Damon with his eyes and Mental Communication, he soon smiled.
"Do you feel like you have nothing to do after dealing with D 'Amico? Do you feel like you've lost your purpose in life?" he asked.
Damon had nothing to hide from V. "Before Mindy was born, I was still a minor police officer, and I swore to catch D 'Amico. Now, he's finally dead, but I'm no longer a police officer. "
Luke nodded. "So, do you want to retire or enjoy your old age?"
Damon hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head. "I don't know. I don't have any ideas right now."
Pondering for a moment, Luke looked at the drawings in Damon's hands and suddenly said, "Then, how about becoming a cartoonist in the future?"
Damon turned his head in surprise. "Huh?"
Luke gestured at the stack of drawings in his hands. "Although I don't read comics much, these drawings aren't bad. So, you can consider becoming a cartoonist."
Damon wanted to say, "How is that possible?", but he stopped himself.
Flipping through the drawings in his hands, he couldn't help but consider Luke's suggestion.
He was definitely talented at drawing, at least when it came to comics.
That was why he had been able to turn his past experiences into comics for Mindy to read, and let them accompany her through her childhood.
Luke turned around and looked at Mindy, who was standing not far behind him. "Can I talk to your dad in private?"
Mindy nodded and left obediently.
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