As they ran, the hitmen didn't forget to curse the eighteen generations of female relatives of the two pairs of killers who had started the fight.
Wasn't it good to earn money in peace? Why did they have to fight and kill each other? What a bunch of pigs. They deserved to die.
At the same time, in a dark 6D apartment on the sixth floor of an apartment building not far away, a middle-aged man in sunglasses frowned and thought for a moment before he put down his gun.
He slowly stuck his head out of the window and observed the police cars on the street below. He scratched his head in annoyance. Would there be police officers everywhere tomorrow?
Thankfully, the police cars were still more than two hundred meters away, or he wouldn't be able to sleep.
He smiled bitterly in his heart, but didn't show much of it on his face. He walked to the sofa in the corner and sat down. He pressed his body against the back and placed his right hand on the coffee table next to him, still holding his gun.
A moment later, his breathing calmed down.
…
The next day, Luke received a call from Dustin. "Come to the department. I have a case to work on."
He went out alone today, and Selina and Gold Nugget were still in the lab.
She had been going out too often recently, and Selina needed to adjust her condition for the upcoming operation.
She wasn't Luke, and didn't have the system's encouragement of experience and credit points. Naturally, she didn't treat bad guys as experience monsters. It was necessary to rest.
When he arrived at the police department, Dustin told him about the two murders that had happened in Upper Manhattan last night.
A lot of professional equipment had been found on the two victims, and one of them was even carrying a sniper rifle.
Thus, this case was taken more seriously, but Dustin didn't want anyone else to work on it.
After analyzing the information that Luke had given him yesterday, there were already several leads on how D 'Amico had gone offline. Today, the entire Detective Bureau was preparing for a big operation.
He simply handed the case over to Luke and let him investigate it first.
After the big operation was over in a few days, Luke could choose to hand over the case or continue investigating it himself.
Luke didn't care.
This was a case that the higher-ups attached importance to but didn't have any obvious credit. Even if there was a strictly controlled weapon like a sniper rifle, it was just a routine investigation until there were no serious consequences.
He could take a stroll around the city and buy some takeout for the two gluttons at home.
With that in mind, he drove to Upper Manhattan.
After walking around the two crime scenes from last night, he looked at a building not far away and laughed.
It was a five-star hotel where D 'Amico's wife was temporarily staying.
The two victims were less than 500 meters away from the building.
Recalling the information that Dustin had given him, which mentioned their equipment and injuries, he knew that they were probably assassins who were here to earn the ten-million-dollar bounty.
However, for some reason, they might have gotten into a conflict with someone else and died here.
The target of the ten million bounty hadn't even appeared yet, and these killers were already in a hurry to eliminate their opponents? This thought flashed through his mind, but he immediately shook his head.
As long as they were professional assassins, they would not release the eagle until they saw the rabbit.
Most of them would only take action after receiving a deposit.
The sky-high reward this time was a special situation. They did not have a deposit, so they had to be even more cautious.
If he wanted to snatch the bounty, he had to at least find the target.
However, this was only the best-case scenario.
No matter what, as long as the number of participants increased, there would always be some weirdos who lacked logical thinking abilities.
Of all the criminals that the police caught, there were a lot of these brainless people.
It was like someone wearing a paper bag over their face to rob someone, and realizing that they had nothing to store the money in, they used the paper bag to store the money.
There were also people who put a cardboard box over their heads to rob someone, but in the end, they couldn't even see where they were going. They didn't get anything, and even dropped their guns at the scene before running away.
These weirdos would always refresh a normal person's understanding of the limits of brainless people.
There was no stupidest, only stupider. This was the best explanation for these weirdos.
When there were so many idiots, there would always be a few who would run off to become assassins. Perhaps these two victims and their opponents were such idiots.
Thinking about this, Luke drove to a nearby Shake.
shack。
He had been working at home for the past few days, and wanted to slack off today.
Although there were still two hours until lunch, there was a long line outside the store.
Luke wasn't surprised. He casually peeled off a lollipop and put it in his mouth as he lined up at the back of the line.
After the heavy rain last night, the sky was clear and the sun was shining in New York today.
Although the temperature was still below ten degrees, the cold and damp feeling was gone.
The line was perfectly illuminated by the sun, and everyone was clearly in a good mood under the faint, warm sunlight.
Luke relaxed and enjoyed a rare moment of leisure.
Coincidentally, two girls, one black and the other fair, were queuing up behind him.
In the cold weather of New York, they wore thick jackets on top and short skirts on the bottom, revealing their four smooth thighs that shone brightly under the sun.
The two girls were above average even without makeup, and their youthful and cheerful temperament was quite eye-catching.
Luke didn't notice them at first, but the girls noticed him.
They whispered to each other for a moment, and the tall and thin girl took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him.
Luke had already heard what they were whispering to each other, and wasn't surprised by their conversation at all.
Of course, the two girls were still rather reserved. They were just hitting on him, and didn't hand him a note right away.
Luke didn't mind communicating with people in his free time, especially when they were two pretty good girls.
In the blink of an eye, the three of them talked about burgers and fries, the weather, and the girls' school lives.
Before they knew it, more than twenty minutes had passed, and there were only two people in front of Luke who were waiting to order.
If nothing unexpected happened, he would be able to order in ten minutes and get his lunch in half an hour.
At that moment, his fake phone rang.
Luke sighed helplessly and smiled apologetically at the two girls. He immediately took out his phone and looked at it, before he turned his head to the west.
It was an emergency message from the police station that had been automatically transcribed by the car radio.
Just now, someone had called the police to report that there had been a large-scale gunfight two blocks away. The identities of the people involved were unknown, but at least dozens of shots had been fired.
If it was just one person who had called the police, it was probably a prank.
But many of the police calls nearby said the same thing, and the police station immediately called the nearby police officers to check it out to avoid a large number of innocent casualties.
This wasn't some backwater; this was Manhattan.
Even if there were fewer people in the upper city, that was still relative to the busiest downtown Manhattan in the world.
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