Luke took another sip of Coke unhurriedly. "I won't force you to hurt those" cute "masked men. I only care about those killers."
Wade: … Motherf * cker! Why was it like this again?
Only then did he remember that while vigilantes weren't favored by the police, killers were undoubtedly more suitable targets, and the person in front of him happened to be a police officer.
He just didn't know why LAPD had come to steal NYPD's job.
But that had nothing to do with him.
Luke took another sip of Coke and swirled the bottle in his hand as he watched the soy-colored liquid foam. "Investigate a killer. Depending on how dangerous they are, one hundred to a thousand dollars per person."
"So little?" Wade couldn't help but exclaim.
Luke chuckled. "That's the information fee. I only want their appearance, body shape, origins, and nicknames. I'm not asking you to hack them to death. "
Hearing that, Wade began to calculate in his heart.
The huge bounty this time would attract at least a hundred killers who wanted to make a fortune, and some of them would definitely be very powerful.
He didn't need to find out everything about the other party, like where they were staying.
As long as he heard it, he could report it to this rich guy, and he might be able to get an information fee.
If a few dozen was too little, wouldn't he just falsely report it as a hundred? That way, he would get tens of thousands of dollars.
As he thought of this, a smile appeared on his face, but he said, "Isn't this too low? Boss, do you want more? "
Luke said, "You think it's too little? Then let's calculate my intermediary fee from last time. In your line of work, intermediary fees should be between 10% and 30%. I'll take the middle value, 15%. You made at least seven figures last time. I'll take the lowest one million, so 15% is 150,000 … "
Hearing that he was suddenly in a six-figure "debt," Wade decisively raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, I think your price is reasonable. I can't wait to get to work. It's a deal, bye! "
Saying that, he finished the glass of whiskey, which was half-filled with ice water, and ran off.
Holding the Coke in his hand, Luke stood up and said to Selina, "Let's go."
Not far away, the bartender suddenly said, "I can also provide information. How about the price you mentioned?"
Luke chuckled. "Aren't you afraid that Wade will come after you?"
The bartender curled his lips. "He's good at killing, but when it comes to investigating, he's just a little brother."
Luke hummed a response and looked at the customers in the bar. "You're not going to sell me intelligence on these people, are you?"
The bartender shrugged. "If possible, of course I wouldn't mind. But the people here don't have any proof of being an assassin from that family, so they can't accept that bounty mission. Otherwise, why would they sit here and drink? "
Luke asked, "How long do you need?"
Bartender: "Just come the night after tomorrow."
Hearing that, Luke nodded. "Deal." Then, he turned to leave.
The bartender stopped him again. "Wait."
Luke: "Huh?"
Bartender: "You're new here, so I have to collect a deposit. Remember, it's a deposit. "
Luke casually tossed a roll of green bills into the glass jar. "Then you'll have to work hard. Don't run out of money."
Watching Luke and Selina leave, the bartender had already taken out the roll of cash from the glass jar and put it under the counter, before he quickly counted it.
"A client that Wade can curry favor with is indeed a rich guy!" the bartender murmured.
Luke had given him a standard hundred-dollar super roll of twenty bills, which was two thousand dollars.
In their line of work, the deposit was 50% of the reward at most, but only those who were trustworthy and capable could get it. Normally, they would get 20% up front.
This meant that Luke had reserved 10,000 dollars for intelligence from him.
This was a rare big deal.
With that thought in mind, the bartender quickly walked behind the bar counter, picked up the phone, and spoke.
…
Luke had just arrived at the lab when Robert called. "Take the fax. I've sent you the sketch."
Luke hung up and looked at the fax that had just been sent over. He said, "Little Snail, compare this picture with the suspected targets in the database. Let me know if there are any results."
After giving the instructions, he looked at the sketch and murmured, "He's indeed fierce, but he has the aura of a bigshot. He should be more popular than Robert."
The man in the sketch had small eyes, a big nose, a trapezoidal face, a buzz cut, a cold expression, and a strong body.
Yes, it was a full-body sketch.
Examining the sketch for a moment, Luke smiled. "Catherine's drawing skills have picked up again. This is pretty good."
Putting the sketch in his inventory, he added two more points to Mental Strength to make it 39.
Looking at the number 39, he said expectantly, "Tomorrow, I'll know what 40 feels like."
When Luke and Selina went home to rest, Manhattan was particularly lively at night.
There were people at high vantage points in Clinton and Harlem that were suitable for observation.
From time to time, two people would look at each other with binoculars.
At first, everyone had a tacit understanding.
They were all professionals who had come for the ten-million-dollar bounty, and few of them wanted to waste their time on other people in the same profession.
But as the two hitmen's binoculars met, they confirmed that the person in question was their enemy.
There weren't many hitmen with good tempers. The two of them decisively started shooting.
After a series of intermittent gunshots, a person fell from the roof of a fifth-floor building and hit the street.
It didn't take long for a patrol car to arrive.
The resident who had called the police mentioned that there was a sniper rifle next to the victim.
When the operator first heard the call, he thought the other party was joking.
There were a lot of people in America who had guns, but those who had high-end sniper rifles were either enthusiasts or professionals.
Not long after the patrol officers arrived, they reported the situation to HQ.
The victim was dressed in black and was fully equipped. It wasn't cheap, but it wasn't the style of the police or the military.
Coupled with the SIGSSG sniper rifle, it was clear that this wasn't some collector or enthusiast.
These people would only look at the huge collections on the gun racks in their rooms, and at most, they would go to the shooting range to shoot a few times before calling it a day. They would not climb to the rooftop of an apartment building in the middle of the night, armed to the teeth with sniper rifles.
As the police entered the scene as if they were facing a formidable enemy, the scene gradually became chaotic.
Finally, after the second pair of hitmen who had a grudge against each other started fighting and accidentally injured a police officer, NYPD exploded like a cat that had been stabbed in the butt.
Not only did a large number of patrol cars rush to the crime scene in Harlem, even helicopters were dispatched to check the rooftops in an attempt to find suspicious people.
Two SWAT teams also arrived, ready to fight the professionals at any moment.
Most of the assassins chose to retreat in disarray.
There was no reward for killing a police officer, and the target was nowhere to be found. They would be crazy to provoke NYPD.
There was no reward for killing a police officer, and the target was nowhere to be found. They would be crazy to provoke NYPD.
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