The next morning, Selina got up and washed up. When she went downstairs, she saw Luke slacking off, which was rare.
He held a cup of coffee in his hand and sat leisurely on the bay window of the large window, watching the snowflakes flutter in the air outside the one-way window.
Selina walked over but didn't greet him. Instead, she walked back and forth not far away from him as she sized him up.
Still looking out the window, Luke said casually, "Breakfast's ready. We were just waiting for you."
Selina shook her head. "Why do I feel like you're weird today?"
Luke turned around and grinned. "Aren't I handsome?"
Looking at his bright smile, Selina choked. "Fine, it's not wrong that you're handsome. But it feels like … you're a little relaxed, but not happy? "
Luke was amused. "It's been so many days. We've finally caught all the big fish in one fell swoop. Shouldn't I be relaxed?"
Selina thought for a moment and agreed. "Okay, let's have breakfast."
Luke put down his coffee cup and followed her with a smile.
What Selina felt was just a little emotion that hadn't completely settled after the battle.
In the system interface, the host had 49700/300000 experience and 127400 credit points.
These two figures were enough to prove the success of last night's operation.
Previously, the system had given 7,000 experience and credit points to Norman's squad and Gusman's gang, which had almost been wiped out.
Norman's squad had received 5,000 experience and credit points, and Gusman's gang had received 2,000.
Norman, on the other hand, had exposed his boss, Jot, on TV at the entrance of the DEA before he was killed.
Norman himself had contributed another 500 experience and credit points.
For the time being, Jot was still the bigshot of the DEA. Also, it seemed that Daddy System didn't recognize the TV exposure, so there was no further reward for experience and credit points for the time being.
In other words, the 126 hitmen had given Luke 42,000 experience and credit points tonight, and each of them had given more than 300 points on average.
Luke didn't even need to move his fingers to count the number of times he had made such a huge harvest.
He was actually in a good mood, but he was also a little disappointed after the joy.
He didn't know how long it would take for the Continental Hotel to deliver "points" to him again.
As long as the person in charge of the Continental Hotel wasn't an idiot, he wouldn't be so stupid as to rashly publicize this matter.
That would only be a slap in the face.
They would definitely confirm V's true identity first before taking him down.
It was very difficult to find Luke.
Unless they had some kind of superpower that allowed them to predict or look into the past, the possibility of finding his true body was next to nothing.
Luke had been prepared for this.
In this dangerous world, it would be a pipe dream to not take any risks and level up your skills.
The system had never been an idiot who would give benefits for free. Its output was directly proportional to Luke's "labor."
Based on his speculations, it should have just followed a fixed algorithm and returned a portion of the benefits to him in the form of basic attributes and points.
The system wasn't God. It wouldn't give Luke free food.
If he didn't "work", the system wouldn't produce anything.
It had no intention of concealing this point, or else it wouldn't have been so sure of this rule.
From this point of view, the system is simple.
However, the person who created the system might not be that simple.
If it were an ordinary person, even if they knew that 9 yuan would be deducted for every 10 yuan they earned, would they not use it?
Only a fool wouldn't use it.
That was because the biggest advantage of this cheating device was that Luke could earn 10 or even 100 yuan in a month, while an ordinary person could only earn 10 yuan in a lifetime.
No matter how high the commission was, it couldn't compare to how fast it was making money.
This was an overt plot against human nature, and it was completely unsolvable.
If he wanted to become stronger and protect his family and himself, he could only reduce the risk of being discovered as much as possible and increase the efficiency at which he earned experience and credit points.
Becoming stronger without taking risks was the treatment of the system's son, or the son of the system's creator.
Luke had long since rejected this possibility.
Being treated like an adopted son or even a coolie was actually pretty good.
The treatment of an unlimited type of slave who would die if he didn't do it was the worst.
As his mind wandered, Luke and Selina finished breakfast.
"Are you working today?" asked Selina.
Luke hummed in response. "We've been slacking off for a few days. Let's show up and see if Dustin has any cases. We'll do whatever we want in the afternoon."
Selina also stretched. "You don't say. I don't seem to have exercised enough these days. I don't feel comfortable."
Luke was amused. "It's impossible for you to go out and beat people up at night. We'll have to see how they react in the next few days. A lot of people were killed this time. "
Selina snorted. "It's you. I just watched the surveillance at home for an hour. It was just a twitch of my fingers. "
Luke said, "Okay, I'll see if I can modify the training equipment and teach you something new."
Selina asked, "What is it?"
Luke started the car and said with a smile, "Gunfighting!"
Selina asked, "What's that?"
They chatted on the way to the police department.
…
Somewhere in the city, Wade was sound asleep when he suddenly felt pain and numbness on his back. He couldn't help but wail as he woke up. "Vanessa?"
Vanessa leaned against his back lazily. "What's with that expression? Did you get into a fight again last night? "
Wade grimaced in pain. "What fight? I was the one who got beaten up."
After jumping into the lake last night, he had followed the instructions and found an underwater thruster at the bottom of the shallow lake.
After starting it up, he was taken to a drain across the lake by the thruster. He crawled in through the open fence and soon entered the Hackensack River.
A few hundred meters along the riverbank, away from Swamp Park, he went ashore at the predetermined spot. An unremarkable old Ford was parked on the side of the road not far away.
By the time he quietly returned to his home in Harlem as planned, Vanessa had only just started working the night shift.
Wade finally received the notification that the commission had been completed, and that the rest of the money would be paid in three days.
After cleaning himself up, he put the V suit back into the box and lay down in bed to watch Adventure Time before he fell asleep again. He didn't even know when Vanessa returned.
When Vanessa heard what he said, she couldn't help but be stunned. "You … were beaten up?"
She didn't know how good Wade was at fighting, but he had once beaten up seven or eight hooligans who had tried to harass her and stuffed them into a dumpster in a back alley.
She still remembered the pile of human flesh that had sprouted out of the dumpster.
At that time, Wade hadn't even furrowed his eyebrows after taking a few punches.
She hurriedly lifted the blanket and lifted his T-shirt to take a look. Suddenly, she exclaimed, "Wow!"
Wade's lips twitched in pain. He wasn't wary of Vanessa at all, and didn't notice what she was doing.
Hearing her cry of surprise, he cursed inwardly.
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