Luke's lips curled up at the thought of the meeting of the deities in New York in a couple of days.
What was a killer? To be called a killer, you had to kill at least one person, and the number of people you killed was proportional to your level.
A top killer in the industry couldn't be called a top killer if they didn't make a "big deal."
Luke had long speculated that in the system's judgment, killers were bad guys, and the number of people they killed represented the amount of experience and credit points they had in the system.
Killing people without a good reason, or even killing innocent people with a good reason, couldn't escape the system's judgment.
How many of these killers who were after money would show mercy to the innocent?
Luke felt that if there really were such killers with a conscience, he wouldn't mind having his credit points deducted.
So, in his eyes, these killers weren't enemies, but a bunch of … elite monsters or even boss monsters.
Thinking of this, he was in a good mood and couldn't help but hum a song, "The ytoldhime don't know how to get here …"
Selina glanced at him but didn't say anything.
This guy had been humming for the past few days, and was in a typical good mood.
He was probably happy that he had obtained the lab that he had wanted for a long time. That was what Selina thought.
Luke had always liked to tinker with mechanical things, including but not limited to armor, personal equipment, drones, cars, and motorcycles.
Not only did he make new ones, but he also bought some antiques and old mechanical products to repair and display them at home.
No matter how she looked at it, this was the hobby of a nostalgic middle-aged man.
Men were children who would never grow up!
Selina stopped thinking about it and asked, "Do you want to continue investigating the targets' surroundings in the afternoon?"
"No, I'll look for an acquaintance first." Luke shook his head and said casually, "Call Wade Wilson." The car phone immediately started dialing.
Selina was stunned. "Why are you looking for this b * tch?"
Listening to the dial tone, Luke said casually, "He's a local in New York, and he's in the mercenary business. Do you think he doesn't know about this ten-million-dollar deal? "
Selina realized that it made sense.
It wasn't that she was stupid, but that Wade's despicable appearance had left a deep impression on her. Just hearing his name made her want to pull out her gun.
Luke smacked his lips and said, "Send a message to Wade and tell him that his old client is looking for him to sell information. The fee for the information will start at 500 dollars."
The onboard program executed the command again, but … there was still no response.
Selina looked at Luke and chuckled.
There weren't many people who could make Luke return empty-handed, and Wade was one of a kind.
Luke wasn't angry.
He usually didn't get angry at others, and there was no need to get angry at a b * tch like Wade.
"Send him another message. Tell him that if he doesn't return the call, I'll take 30% of the reward Weyland gave him last time as a commission fee," he said again.
In an apartment somewhere in New York, Vanessa, who was leaning against Wade and watching TV, took the phone and said, "Maybe it's something important." Wade slumped lazily on the couch and grabbed her leg with one hand. "I need to rest more. I was exhausted from the last mission."
Vanessa stepped on his face with her bare foot with a smile and pushed the lazy guy away. "It's been months. Haven't you rested enough?"
Wade was like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, and he would not let go. "Honey, why do I need to rest? Don't you know?"
Vanessa rolled her eyes at him flirtatiously. She ignored the strange number without any label and opened the new message.
After reading it, she immediately threw the phone at Wade.
Caught off guard, Wade was hit in the nose by the Nokia brick. He cried out in pain. "Ah, my face! I'm so handsome that I can make a living with it!"
Vanessa said, "Your old client is looking for you. He said that if you don't call him back, he'll ask you for the commission fee for Weyland's mission."
Wade covered his face, not forgetting to snort disdainfully, "In your dreams! Don't even think about taking money from me … "
But when he saw Vanessa's half-smile, he quickly added, "My money is your money."
Amused and annoyed, Vanessa couldn't help but pinch his face with her foot. "Did I ever ask for your money?"
Wade immediately shook his head. "No, you've been feeding me all these days."
Vanessa said helplessly, "Alright, hurry up and make the call. Didn't you say you wanted to have a Christmas party? Are you going to let your friend drink tap water without money? "
Wade looked at the messages on his phone and said, "It's Christmas! It's my favorite! It only belongs to us. I'm not going to call anyone. Hm, even if they come, they'll have to bring their own drinks. "
At that moment, he finally saw the two messages.
Stunned, he tilted his head and thought for a moment. He couldn't help but mutter a "Q" and immediately dialed the number.
Vanessa was curious.
Was the person who could make Wade so enthusiastic really a client? Or did he owe him a lot of money, like … a commission fee?
Noticing her expression, Wade silently mouthed, "Rich guy."
Vanessa got it.
No matter how much money those clients paid, they were just rich guys in Wade's mouth.
Then, she saw a fawning smile appear on Wade's face. "Hey, Boss Luke, long time no see. What can I do for you?"
In the car, Luke said with a smile, "Mr. Wilson, it wasn't easy to get through to you. Did I disturb you?"
Of course I did! Still gripping Vanessa's leg, Wade mumbled inwardly, but he immediately denied it. "No, no. That information fee … "
Luke said, "It's not convenient to talk on the phone. Let's talk when we meet."
Wade was delighted. "Ah, Boss Luke, I'm already back in New York. If you want to talk in person, you might need to subsidize my travel expenses. I don't have high requirements for a plane ticket. Business class is fine, and a four-star hotel is fine too. I couldn't sleep well for days at the Four Seasons Hotel last time. The toilet was leaking, and I couldn't sleep well for days … "
He could take Vanessa to Los Angeles for a free vacation before Christmas. They could even go to the beach to sunbathe and have fun. A ton of ideas had already popped up in Luke's mind.
In the car, Selina couldn't help but curse the b * tch.
Luke, on the other hand, was calm.
You can be angry with anyone, but never with Wade, that will only torture your happiness Wade.
He simply interrupted, "Mr. Wilson, I'm in New York."
"… It's best if the room has a double bed, the round kind. That way, I won't roll down and fall. Huh, what did you say?" Wade asked in astonishment. 8)
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