Luke listened to her and nodded, showing that he had memorized the address.
The girl asked, “You… won’t leak our identities, will you?”
Luke shook his head and typed again, “Maybe we’re the same sort of people. I wouldn’t have said your name if I wanted you dead. Rather, I can give you some tech support.”
The girl was curious. “What tech support?”
Luke raised the phone in his hand and typed, “For example, the gadget in my hand can prevent you from being recognized by your voice.”
The girl asked, “Is it a gift?”
After a brief silence, Luke typed, “Business is business. I don’t care about money, but making devices like these requires money. Besides, you aren’t looting the drug dealers for personal entertainment, are you?”
The girl thought for a moment, and agreed with him. “We can pay. But how will we get the money to you?”
Luke scratched his head.
A bank transfer might easily betray him, particularly if anyone was keeping an eye on his account.
In the end, Luke typed helplessly, “You can buy it on credit.”
The girl was lost for words. What was this stranger thinking? Wasn’t he afraid that they would go back on their word?
Luke typed, “How does it sound? If you’re okay with it, you can post your requests on the military forum on this phone. I’ll leave you a special codebook, too.”
The girl finally said, “Okay, deal.”
Luke nodded and adjusted the settings on the phone for a moment, before he saved an address on it.
He put in one final sentence before he tossed the phone over. “This is for you to try. There are other interesting functions on it. Remember to order more if you find it useful. Quality guaranteed.”
Luke then stepped onto the edge of the balcony and leapt down.
Nimbly picking up the phone, the girl also ran to the edge of the balcony, only to see a black shadow using the ledges on the building to descend quickly. It soon disappeared into an alley.
She looked back at the opposite building, and her father said, “Let’s go back first.”
A moment later, slightly perturbed, they disappeared as well.
In the dark, Luke changed back into his original clothes and tossed the cloak, hat, mask and black clothes into an empty barrel. He poured a bottle of oil into it and set the pile alight, watching as the items slowly burned up in the flames.
He then chucked several pieces of wood into the barrel to keep it burning, before he left the area.
Not far away, a homeless guy opened his eyes blearily. “Who’s wasting fuel? How annoying.”
He rolled over and fell asleep again.
It was already half past one by the time Luke returned to his apartment. He confirmed that he had left no traces or personal items behind before he went to bed.
He was rather satisfied with his harvest tonight.
Mission: Eliminate the drug dealers and destroy the illegal drugs.
Total experience: 1,000. Total credit: 1,000.
Contribution rate: 60%. EXP +600. Credit +600.
He had earned a lot of experience and credit from the mission, but his contribution rate was rather low.
Even if Damon and his daughter hadn’t shown up, he would’ve completed the mission himself, yet his contribution rate was only 60%.
He read the mission again: Destroy the illegal drugs!
He hadn’t done that, so it must’ve been Mindy who had completed the objective.
So, he had only contributed to the elimination of the drug dealers, which was the reason for his low contribution rate.
He might’ve been able to earn a hundred more experience and credit points if he had destroyed the illegal drugs.
He had to keep that in mind the next time he dealt with drug dealers.
Thinking that, he fell asleep.
The next morning, Elsa knocked on his door. “Luke, we better hurry up. The operation will start in a day or two.”
Luke hummed a response and got up drowsily.
He quickly put on comfortable sportswear. After he left the room, he found Bell, who was working on her cab.
Luke got goosebumps as he observed Bell.
Bell was touching the car as if it were her son. It was rather creepy.
Luke asked, “Bell, can your baby give us a ride? Oh, I don’t mean Jessi.”
Bell smiled and said, “I know. Jessi is my sweetheart; this is my baby.” She then gently patted the hood of the cab.
Luke asked, “So, are you taking us or not?’”
Bell said, “Of course, as long as you pay.”
Luke said, “Have we ever skipped on payment?”
Bell said, “Not really. Let’s go. Are you in a hurry?”
Elsa quickly interjected, “Normal speed will be fine.”
Two days ago, she overslept, and had asked Bell to drive faster in case she was late for work.
In the end… Elsa threw up, despite how tough she usually was.
Bell drove her cab more like it was a plane than a car; it simply exploded and burst forth on the streets.
Elsa checked the license plate when she got out. Indeed, it wasn’t the same as when she had taken the cab before.
Elsa couldn’t have admired Luke more at that moment.
With Bell’s skills, Elsa could chase down any suspect in New York City.
More importantly, Bell wasn’t scared of getting a ticket, because she could switch out her license plates anytime.
Ten minutes later, Luke and Elsa reached their destination.
Bell bade Luke farewell with a high-five. Elsa observed them in amazement.
She had always found it curious how Luke and Bell could become such good friends.
Sitting down at the desk that he had barely used, Luke finally began to work on Sergei’s case.
It wasn’t because he was sloppy. Actually, Berit had never told them the details of the plan. Even Elsa didn’t know anything.
It was impossible for them to investigate the case on their own without NYPD.
If Luke went to catch Sergei on his own, Berit would send him to jail alongside Sergei.
Luke read the files that Elsa had sorted out in the past few days. They were all investigation reports on Sergei.
The situation was neither good nor bad.
Sergei’s gang was tricky, but definitely not one of the trickiest criminal groups.
There was no telling what promises the Los Angeles Police Department had made, but NYPD had decided to wipe out the gang and transfer Sergei to Los Angeles after he was interrogated.
Everybody in the room was busy except for Luke and Elsa.