Chapter 923 - Sunshine, Lunch, Queuing, and Girls

Chapter 923: Sunshine, Lunch, Queuing, and Girls

As they ran, the hitmen didn't forget to curse eighteen generations of the two battling killers.

Wasn't it good to earn money quietly? Why did they have to fight and kill? What pig teammates; they deserved to die.

At the same time, in a dark 6D unit in a six-story 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 the window and observed the police cars on the street below. He scratched his head in frustration. Would there be police officers everywhere tomorrow?

Thankfully, the location that the police cars were racing to was over two hundred meters away, or he didn't think he would be able to sleep.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, and it didn't show on his face. He sat down in an armchair in a corner and leaned back. He put 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 for a case."

He went out alone today, and Selina and Gold Nugget were left in the lab.

Selina had been out at night too much recently, and she needed to adjust herself to deal with the upcoming operations.

She wasn't Luke. She didn't have the motivation of the system's experience and credit points, and naturally didn't treat bad guys as experience monsters. It was necessary for her to rest.

When Luke arrived at the police department, he received two homicide cases from Dustin. The homicides had happened last night in Upper Manhattan.

Both victims had a lot of professional equipment on them, and one of them had a sniper rifle.

Thus, this case was more important, but Dustin wasn't willing to let anyone else investigate it.

After analyzing the files which Luke had given to him yesterday, he had found several leads on D'Amico's underground connections. Today, the entire Detective Bureau was preparing for a major operation.

He simply handed the case to Luke for him to investigate first.

After the Detective Bureau's major operation was over, Luke could either hand the case back or continue investigating it.

Luke didn't care either way.

This sort of case looked important on the surface, but didn't have any obvious merit; even if a heavily regulated weapon like the sniper rifle was involved, it was just a routine investigation and not urgent.

He decided to take a stroll in the city and bring some food back for the two gluttons.

Thinking that, he drove to Upper Manhattan.

After wandering around the two crime scenes from last night, he looked at a building not far away and smiled.

It was a five-star hotel and where D'Amico's wife was staying for the moment.

The two victims had been less than 500 meters away from the building.

Recalling the equipment and injuries on the two victims that were listed in the information from Dustin, Luke realized that they were probably hitmen who were here for the ten million bounty.

But for some reason, they got into a conflict with someone else and died here.

The ten million bounty target hadn't even appeared, and these hitmen were already in a hurry to eliminate their opponents? The thought flashed through Luke's mind, but he immediately shook his head.

As long as they were professional hitmen, they wouldn't shoot until they spied their target.

Most people wouldn't move until they received a deposit.

The astronomical bounty this time was a special case. Without a deposit, they would be even more cautious.

If they wanted to steal the bounty, they had to at least find the target.

But that was just the best hypothetical scenario.

As long as the number of participants increased, there would always be weird players who lacked logical thinking.

Of the types of criminals caught by the police, there were a lot of brainless ones.

It was like a person putting a paper bag over their face to rob someone, and when they didn't have anything to put the money in, they used the paper bag.

There were also robbers who put boxes over their heads, but in the end, they couldn't even see where they were going, and dropped their guns and ran away.

These weirdos would always refresh a person's understanding of how moronic people could actually be.

There was no 'stupidest,' only 'even more stupid,' which was the best description of these weirdos.

If there were too many idiots, there would always be a few who would go off to kill someone. Perhaps these two victims and their opponents were these sorts of idiots.

Thinking that, Luke drove to a nearby Shake Shack.

He had been working at home for the past few days, and he wanted to slack off today.

There was still two hours before lunch, but there was a long line outside the place.

Luke wasn't surprised. He popped a lollipop into his mouth and lined up at the back.

After the heavy rain last night, New York was sunny today.

Although the temperature was still less than ten degrees, the cold and damp feeling was gone.

The sun shone down on the queue, and everyone was clearly in a good mood.

Luke relaxed and enjoyed a rare moment of leisure.

It just so happened that there were two girls in line behind him.

It was cold in New York, and they were wearing thick jackets but short skirts which exposed their bare legs.

The two girls were also above average in terms of appearance. They were well-dressed, and coupled with their youthful and cheerful temperaments, they were quite eye-catching.

Luke didn't notice them at first, but the girls noticed him.

After whispering to each other for a moment, a tall and slim girl took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

Luke had already heard them, and wasn't surprised at all.

Of course, the two girls were still rather reserved. They simply chatted with him and didn't pass him slips of paper right away.

Luke didn't mind interacting with other people during his free time, especially when the two girls were pretty remarkable.

The three of them talked about everything from the weather to burgers, clothes and school life.

20 minutes passed unknowingly, and there were only two people in front of Luke who were waiting to order.

If everything went well, he could finish ordering in ten minutes and get lunch in half an hour.

At that moment, his fake phone rang.

Luke sighed helplessly and smiled apologetically at the girls. He immediately took out his phone for a look, then turned his head to the west.

This was an urgent message from the police front desk which had been automatically recorded by the car radio.

Just now, someone called the police and said that there was a large-scale gunfight happening two blocks away. The identities of the gunmen and the number of people involved were unknown, but dozens of shots had already been fired.

If it was just one person calling the police, it might be a prank.

But a lot of calls were coming in from nearby that were saying the same thing. The front desk had promptly called for nearby police officers to check the situation and prevent a large number of innocent casualties.

This was Manhattan.

Even if there were fewer people in Upper Manhattan, it was still the busiest center.