It was still Dustin and Luke who were talking business.
It had been a long time since he had a private gathering like this, and he had a lot to say to Luke.
Not long after they started chatting, the men and women automatically separated.
The women took the sofa in the living room, and Luke and Dustin went to the window.
They weren't at the police department, so there was no one watching.
Luke and Dustin were a lot more relaxed. They didn't have to pretend to be a strict superior and subordinate to outsiders.
In his heart, he regarded Luke as a friend of the same level.
At that moment, they hid by the window and shared private information that they usually didn't have time to share.
It was only at this time and place that it was the most convenient to exchange sensitive information.
Dustin mainly talked about Brad's recent work progress, the mayor's deal with this big boss, and so on.
Luke, on the other hand, mentioned the DEA's Jot and the perception of Dustin in the Detective Bureau.
That was the communication between the two of them, and everyone had a clearer view of the future.
At least, that was what Dustin thought.
The lonely, career-minded middle-aged man drove off at 8: 15 pm. Not only did he not have a single drink, he also had to work overtime when he got back.
Watching Dustin leave, Luke returned to the second floor, only to see that the three women were already chatting animatedly.
He decisively hid in the basement. If anything happened, Selina would call him.
Gold Nugget was also enjoying snacks in the living room, and would rely on it to run errands and send messages when necessary.
In fact, Gold Nugget later hid in the garage on the first floor and told Luke with a trembling posture that women who drank were scary! Drunk women were even scarier.
Curious, Luke connected the tablet to the surveillance cameras on the third floor.
The three women had already gone to the third floor. There was nothing much to do in the living room except for the sofa and the TV.
The third floor, on the other hand, had all kinds of equipment for fitness, bathing, and health care.
He had only just opened the surveillance cameras on the third floor, when he shook his head and turned off the image.
The three women were wearing towels. They had probably just come out of the sauna.
They were clearly too excited, and were running around with red wine in their hands.
In the gym, it wasn't rare to see women wearing sportswear that was similar to underwear.
But the sight of her wearing skin-tight clothes, holding a glass of wine, and playing with some big sports equipment from time to time was really too beautiful. He'd better not look at it.
Thinking for a moment, he sent Gold Nugget up and told it to keep the three drunkards safe, and to sober Selina up if necessary.
As long as Gold Nugget was in a symbiotic relationship, it would be able to get rid of Selina's drunken state in three seconds.
But it was true that Selina rarely hung out with her "best friend" like this, and Luke didn't want to ruin their rare gathering, so he could only sacrifice Gold Nugget's spare time.
But this guy didn't have much time to do serious work. He was a little happy to receive a mission from Luke today.
Luke patted the dog's head in encouragement.
…
In Nun Margaret's Bar, Weasel looked at the woman in front of him nervously and mumbled, "Spreading fake news? I'm not a professional. "
"Yesterday, all the people who came to your bar died. I was the only one who survived because of your news." The woman grinned.
Fear appeared in Weasel's eyes. His lips moved, but he didn't dare say that the news had nothing to do with him.
If he told the truth, others might think that he was useless.
Of course, useless people could die.
The woman placed her hands on the bar counter. "That's fair. You give us information, and we give you information. You just need to let that person know. "
Weasel: "… I'll try my best." He didn't know who the number belonged to at all. Who the hell knew how to send the news?
The woman nodded and got up. "You're lucky that someone wants you alive. Otherwise, I'd be the first to kill you."
She had almost died. A person who provided information about a trap should die.
Unfortunately, the Continental Hotel wanted this perverted man alive.
This guy was the only person known to be in contact with V.
Even if this guy didn't know how he had gotten in touch with V, V definitely knew what was going on here.
Watching the woman leave the bar, Weasel had a complicated expression on his perverted face.
He knew that he was in big trouble. He didn't know how, but that woman really looked like she wanted to kill him.
Thankfully, there's only one left! He subconsciously mumbled inwardly, then suddenly froze.
More than sixty tough guys had come to the bar yesterday, and he could see a few people waiting outside on the surveillance cameras at the entrance. There were about seventy people.
So many people had died, but why didn't he know anything?
Even if sixty or seventy ordinary hooligans died in one night, he should have heard something.
Could it be that his ability to gather information had weakened? Thinking that, Weasel had already composed a text message and sent it to the number that had called him yesterday.
Little Snail automatically filtered the message as unimportant information, and didn't interrupt Luke, who was working overtime.
He continued to focus on his work.
Early the next morning, Elsa and Elizabeth awkwardly greeted Luke in the hall on the second floor.
Thankfully, Luke's house wasn't a small bungalow like the ones in Los Angeles, which was a great comfort to them.
According to Selina, even if they were tearing down the house on the third floor, Luke wouldn't be able to hear them from the garage on the first floor.
The two women, who had been drinking and messing around in the gym and the training room last night, were finally able to maintain their composure.
After greeting Luke, they had a quick breakfast, and Y'lisabet drove them to work.
Looking at Luke's expression, Selina said with certainty, "You know what they did last night, right?"
Luke snorted. "It should be you, not them."
Selina snorted. "You didn't record it, did you?"
Luke rolled his eyes. "Gold Nugget told me. When you go crazy, even dogs are scared of you."
Gold Nugget whimpered.
He turned his head. "Dollar wasn't scared when it saw them messing around last night?"
Gold Nugget lowered its head and didn't say anything.
It wasn't afraid of the three drunkards, but Dollar was really scared of the three women who were yelling and laughing and rattling all kinds of equipment, even if Selina was among them.
Selina chuckled. "Then consider yourself unlucky."
Luke was even more helpless. "There's a lot of nude beaches. Don't tell me you used the training room as a beach yesterday."
Selina was lost for words. They weren't that crazy; they couldn't compare to a nude beach.
She could only change the subject. "What are you doing today?"
Luke looked outside. "Work as usual. We can get off early in the afternoon."
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