Chapter 973 - Even Dogs Are Scared of Drunk Women

Chapter 973: Even Dogs Are Scared of Drunk Women

Dustin and Luke still talked business.

It had been a long time since they had a private gathering like this, but he still had things to say to Luke.

Not long after they started chatting, the group automatically split up.

The woman occupied the couch in the living room, and Luke and Dustin went to the window.

Since they weren't in the police department, nobody was watching them.

Luke and Dustin were hence much more relaxed. They didn't have to pretend to be superior and subordinate.

In Dustin's heart, Luke was more like a friend and a peer.

At that moment, they retreated to the window and shared private intelligence which they otherwise usually had no time to communicate.

It was only at a time and in a place like this that they could talk to each other.

Dustin mainly talked about Brad's recent progress, the dealings between this big boss and the mayor, and so on.

Luke, on the other hand, talked about DEA and Jot, as well as how the people in the police department felt about Dustin.

With clear communication, everyone would have a clearer idea of the future.

At least, that was how Dustin felt.

The lonely, middle-aged workaholic drove off at 8:15. He didn't even have a sip of wine, since he had to work overtime when he got back.

After Dustin left, Luke returned to the second floor and saw the three women talking animatedly.

He decisively hid in the basement. If anything happened, Selina would call for him.

Gold Nugget was also enjoying snacks in the living room. If necessary, it could run errands and send messages.

In fact, Gold Nugget hid in the garage on the first floor later. Shaking, it told Luke that women who drank were scary! And drunk women were even scarier.

Curious, Luke connected the tablet to the surveillance camera on the third floor.

The three women had already gone up to the third floor. The living room only had a couch and the TV, which wasn't much fun.

On the third floor, however, were facilities for exercise, baths, and healthcare.

He turned on the surveillance camera on the third floor and, after a look, shook his head helplessly before turning it off.

The three women were wrapped in 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.

It wasn't uncommon for women to exercise in sportswear which looked like underwear in the gym.

But it was too beautiful to look at when they were in these sorts of clothes and holding glasses of wine, and trying out the fitness equipment every now and then.

Thinking for a moment, he sent Gold Nugget up and told it to keep the three drunkards safe. Gold Nugget could make Selina sober up if necessary.

Gold Nugget only needed to combine with Selina to eliminate her drunken state in three seconds.

But it was true that Selina rarely hung out with her "best friends," 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 spend much time on work, and was a little happy to receive this assignment from Luke today.

Luke patted the dog's head in encouragement.

…

At the Sister Margaret bar, Weasel looked at the woman nervously and murmured, "Spreading fake info? I don't specialize in that."

"The people who came to your bar yesterday are all dead. I was the only one lucky enough to survive. That was all because of your info." The woman bared her teeth.

There was fear in Weasel's eyes, and his lips moved, but he didn't dare say that the info had nothing to do with him.

If he told the truth, people might think that he was useless.

Naturally, useless people could die.

The woman placed her hands on the counter. "This is a fair trade. You give us info, we'll give you info. You just need to give that person the info."

Weasel said, "…I'll try my best." He didn't know who the number belonged to at all. How the hell was he supposed to send the message?

The woman nodded and got up. "You're very lucky. Someone wants you alive, or I would be the first to kill you."

She had almost died. Someone who gave info on a trap should die.

Unfortunately, the hotel wanted this wretched man to live.

Currently, this guy was the only person they knew who could contact V.

Even if he himself didn't know how to get in touch with V, V definitely knew about his movements.

Weasel watched the woman leave the bar with a complicated expression on his wretched face.

He knew that he was in big trouble. Although he didn't know how it had come to this, that woman really looked like she wanted to kill him.

Thankfully, only one is left! he mumbled inwardly, and was suddenly stumped.

More than sixty tough guys had come to the bar yesterday, and the surveillance camera at the entrance showed that there had been about seventy people waiting outside.

So many people had died. Why didn't he know anything about it?

Even if sixty to seventy regular hooligans died in one night, he should have heard something.

Had his intelligence-gathering ability weakened? Thinking that, Weasel made up his mind to message the number which had given him a call yesterday.

Little Snail automatically screened the message and deemed it unimportant. It didn't interrupt Luke, who was working overtime.

He continued to work attentively.

Early the next morning, Elsa and Elizabeth greeted Luke in the living room on the second floor awkwardly.

Thankfully, Luke's house wasn't as small as the one in Los Angeles, which was a huge relief to them.

According to Selina, even if they demolished the third floor, Luke wouldn't be able to hear them from the garage on the first floor.

The two ladies, who had drunk so much last night and fooled around in the gym and training room, had finally calmed down.

After greeting Luke, they quickly had breakfast, and Elizabeth drove the car to work.

Looking at Luke's expression, Selina said confidently, "You know what they did last night, right?"

Luke snorted. "It's not 'they,' but all of you."

Selina snorted. "Did you record it?"

Luke rolled his eyes. "Gold Nugget told me that even the dog got scared when you went crazy."

Gold Nugget whined.

He turned his head. "Was Dollar scared when it saw them fooling around last night?"

Gold Nugget lowered its head and fell silent.

It hadn't been scared of the three drunkards, but Dollar had really been frightened by the three women who yelled and laughed and banged the equipment around, even if Selina was among them.

Selina chuckled. "You have no eye for beauty."

Luke felt even more helpless. "There are plenty of nudist beaches. Don't tell me you turned the training room into a beach yesterday, right?"

Selina was lost for words. They hadn't been that crazy.

She could only change the subject. "What are we doing today?"

Luke looked outside and said, "Work as usual. We'll get off early in the afternoon."