Luke tapped the Coke bottle with his finger. "I think I asked if this information could help me find the target, and you said yes."
Weasel said, "There are 54 people, and 12 of them have appeared. Isn't that enough? What else do you want? When did I guarantee that it was 100% accurate? "
Luke chuckled. "Of the 54 people, 25 don't even have any combat records. The other ten … Mechanic, Avenger, Executioner, and White Spirit? Hehe, you must've casually written down the nicknames from urban legends, right? You're doing this because you think my time is worthless! "
Weasel pulled a long face. "If you're not satisfied, you can buy intelligence from someone else in the future. See who can do what you want. Goodbye."
Luke heaved a sigh and sent a text message. He then put his phone back into his pocket and drank his Coke.
Weasel was unhappy. "Didn't you hear me? You can leave now. "
Luke showed the Coke in his hand. "I paid for it. Are you sure you want to kick me out?"
Weasel's lips moved, and he finally swallowed the "yes" that was on the tip of his tongue.
Something wasn't right with him.
This young man's attitude wasn't normal.
Luke wasn't angry at all that he had spent twenty thousand dollars on a fake file and was rebuffed by the man like this.
Too many people were bluffing or holding grudges against him. He had been in this business for many years, and could easily tell the difference.
Weasel was a little hesitant.
A few minutes later, Luke's phone rang. He picked it up and said a few words, before he turned to look at the door.
Soon, two people walked in from outside the door.
Seeing Luke, who was smiling and waving at them from the counter, the two of them walked over and sat down.
Luke said, "John, Joe, what do you want to drink? It's my treat today."
John McClane was still in his flowery shirt and thick jacket, and still looked as lazy as ever.
Joe Lambert was wearing a baggy suit. He didn't have a tie, and his shirt wasn't buttoned properly, revealing a hint of chest hair. Coupled with his strong physique and Native American features, he looked very wild.
Weasel didn't say anything.
He could tell that these two guys weren't to be trifled with, but there were plenty of people in this bar who weren't to be trifled with.
John and Joe each had a whisky on the rocks, and the other a beer.
Weasel hesitated for a moment, and Luke had already thrown a hundred-dollar bill into the glass jar. "What? You're not doing business anymore? "
Weasel's mind raced, but he still started serving wine.
Everything was fake, but the hundred-dollar bill was not fake.
While chatting and laughing with Luke, John poured the whiskey he had just placed in front of him into his mouth.
"Pfft!" He suddenly turned his head and spat out half a mouthful of whiskey.
Joe calmly drank his beer. "What's wrong? Did you drink too much last night and now you feel nauseous? "
John wiped the corner of his mouth and didn't reply. He looked at Luke suspiciously, only to see that Luke was smiling.
Looking at the whiskey in his hand again, John said hesitantly, "Luke, this … isn't a" surprise "for me? This joke is not funny at all. "
Luke shrugged. "No, the whiskey here has always been like this."
John was stunned.
Joe also sensed that something was amiss. He sniffed the whiskey and laughed. "Apart from the color, this doesn't look like whiskey at all."
At that moment, Luke took out a few hundred-dollar bills and tossed them all into the glass jar. "Here, I'll give you all the alcohol you have here."
Weasel didn't move this time.
Luke raised an eyebrow. "What? Are you discriminating against customers like us? Then don't blame me for filing a complaint. "
Weasel frowned and looked away for a moment, but in the end, he could only serve the drinks.
He roughly understood that Luke was looking for trouble.
If he directly kicked him out, the other party could really file a complaint.
No one here took the law seriously, but this was New York after all, not the wilderness. Basic social rules still had to be followed.
Ten minutes later, John and Joe were already having a lot of fun.
"Hm, this doesn't have the smell of oak, but it does have the smell of rubber. Amazing."
"Here, try this. I've never had tequila that tastes like plastic in my life. "
"Huh, this looks like it's made from washing powder."
"Ptooey, what's this? Why do I feel like I'm drinking toilet cleaner? "
"Wow, so you've had toilet cleaner before. No wonder you look more and more like a toilet."
"You're the one who should be drinking toilet cleaner, because your mouth stinks like a toilet."
Weasel's face darkened. Luke and Selina smiled as they watched the two middle-aged men spout nonsense.
Sensing that the atmosphere wasn't good, Wade got up and slipped away, but Luke stopped him. "Wait a moment. It'll be good for our future cooperation."
Wade hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he succumbed to his big client's "money."
After being a mercenary for so long, he naturally knew that one thing was different in front of someone and another behind their backs.
They hadn't met yet, so he could totally ignore the call. At most, he could say that his phone was broken.
If he messed around after they met, he would fall out with them.
He hadn't even warmed the ten thousand dollars in his pocket yet. If he fell out with them now, he might lose Luke, his big client.
He didn't want to fall out with anyone but money.
After John and Joe were done playing, Luke said, "Let's get down to business."
The smiles on John's and Joe's faces disappeared, and they stopped paying attention to the strange drinks.
Luke said, "Do you remember what I told you in my text?"
Glancing at Weasel, John curled his lips and said in his classic nonchalance, "Is this the guy who wants to set you up?"
Joe also looked at Weasel. "As expected, he's a repeat offender who sells fake goods. None of the drinks are real."
John coughed. "That bottle of beer you drank should be real."
Joe chuckled. "How did he make it cost 599 dollars? Did he pour water in? That's not enough for labor. "
Weasel's lips twitched, and he was lost for words.
That was indeed the case. If it weren't for the fact that the price of beer wasn't high, he would have poured fake alcohol in as well.
John turned to look at Luke. "What do you want to do? Let him eat jail food, or take him back and teach him a lesson? "
Luke shook his head. "We're law-abiding citizens. Hmm, I heard you have an old friend in the ATF? "
John didn't think much of it. "Although it's useless if we're on good terms, there should be a handful of people we can say hello to."
Luke pointed at the pile of fake alcohol in front of them. "They're in charge of this, right?"
John scratched his receding hairline. "The ones I'm familiar with are mainly in charge of weapons and explosives, but I can call them and ask."
As he spoke, he took out his phone and made two calls.
The first one hung up after a few sentences, and the second one didn't take long before he looked at Luke. "How much do you want?"
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