Chapter 965

As a matter of fact, twenty of the thirty or so people on the list of killers that wade handed in were bullshit.

For example, jinkaide, the old-age guy, is in it, which fully shows that the list is not reliable.

Luke also asked the old guy through secret channels yesterday, and it turned out that wade had at least eight legendary killers on his list.

To be exact, they have all left legends in the world of killers, but either they haven't heard from each other for several years, or they confirm their retirement or death.

One of them, John wick, was the acquaintance whom Kincaid and Luke mentioned last time. He retired a few years ago to get married.

Like Kincaid, he couldn't have come out to take on the task.

What's more, there are several acquaintances on the list.

Red back spider Rebecca, Mr. X, Firefox, cross, these are all or once were the famous killers of the Mutual Aid Association.

I don't know where Wade got their names and put them on the list together.

Of course, Luke knew that they would not kill themselves, because secession and infighting were the main theme of this year's Mutual Aid Association.

Mr. X was even killed by Luke himself. Can he become a ghost to ask Luke for trouble?

Because Wade's bullshit was so outrageous, Luke smiled to his face and turned around to make a black mark on the guy.

Thanks to wade, there are many advantages. Otherwise, Luke doesn't mind killing this kind of guy who gives false information.

In his life, he is not afraid of high-priced informants, and most bothered with liars who give false information.

So, originally, he intended to challenge the killer tour group gathered in New York by himself. The night before yesterday, it became the current double V plan.

Anyway, Luke has money. He doesn't think some mercenary who wants money has the will to resist the temptation of 2.5 million cash.

Plus the 2.5 million after the event, the double 250, is very suitable for the bitch Wade.

Of course, he didn't plan to kill Wade.

It's not the death of a cheap mouth.

Well, Luke doesn't deal with Wade very much. Otherwise, he will have the idea that "it's better to die if you are cheap.".

Without accident, Wade will suffer a lot tonight.

But it's not so easy to die.

Luke watched cochlea on the virtual light screen, constantly changing and improving the action plan, and took a sip of Pu'er in front of him: "I hope there are not too many smart people."

There are too many smart people in the assassin's group, and his experience points will be greatly reduced tonight, which undoubtedly wastes these days of preparation and planning.

Looking at this level of up to 300000 upgrading experience, Luke feels it is necessary to work hard.

Well, Wade and Weisuo should try their best to talk to their friends!

……

At the moment, VISO in Harlem district is looking at all kinds of people coming in his bar in a dazed way, and his cold hair is standing up.

Although his broken bar is open at noon, most people will choose to show up after five o'clock.

But not long after opening at noon today, only three or five old customers arrived, and strangers appeared.

And over time, more and more strangers appeared in his bar.

Usually, there are more than 30 people in the bar, even if it is full of guests, and 60 people are crowded in before 6:30 p.m.

Oddly enough, these people came alone and didn't mean to chat with others.

What's more, these people either want water or drinks. Occasionally, those who want wine don't touch it. Most of them just sit there and play with their mobile phones.

If it's just like that, there's nothing wrong with vesuo.

The afternoon is not the peak time for him to sell fake wine, so it doesn't matter if he takes up the second round.

But looking at more than 30 "familiar" faces of these strangers, vesuo felt afraid that something had happened - yes, all of them were in the killer information he gave Luke.

They all come to find their own accounts? But not more than thirty of them!

But why didn't they do it? Weisuo beat drums in his heart, his legs trembled slightly, but he dared not change anything, so he could only stay in the bar obediently.

No one asked for drinks or talked. The bar was as quiet as a cemetery.

A few acquaintances of the bar all felt the strange breath and got up decisively to slip away.

These black workers are much more sensitive to danger than ordinary people. They have long been aware that strangers are not easy to provoke.

It's nothing to do with them. Just don't die.

When vesuo stood stiff and sweating, his cell phone suddenly rang.

The original quiet bar suddenly dropped the needle and everyone's eyes fell on him.

VISO was so creepy that he couldn't even move his hair. He stood in the bar with a rag in one hand.

He didn't dare to answer the phone's natural disconnection.He noticed that disappointment flashed in many people's eyes.

Suddenly, the phone rings again.

This time, everyone in the bar looked away from him.

VISO was still afraid to move.

"You have to answer the phone quickly and turn on the handsfree, or you will die." A voice of suppressed anger rang out in the crowd.

Weisuo was stunned, and looked at the people who still had no movement. Finally, he took out his mobile phone and pressed the answer key and the hands-free key.

"V will show up at 6:30 p.m. in the mud pool park in the southwest corner of Staten Island. Please call the account I left you for 500000 yuan of information fee." A female voice said this quickly and hung up the phone.

Vesuo: ah

Ding Dong, a message prompt sound up.

With that, the bar suddenly came to life.

Everyone started to get up and quickly headed for the door.

Vesuo stared at all this, confused: what's the matter?

Until a woman came up to him and held out her hand: "cell phone."

Vesuo subconsciously handed over his cell phone.

The woman frowned, "put it down."

Vesuo did it in a hurry.

The woman took out a tissue, with a look of disgust, picked up her cell phone across the tissue, clicked on the text message, looked at it, took out her titanium mobile phone, snapped a picture, left the Nokia brick of vesuo.

After more than ten seconds, vesuo took his eyes back from the door and looked at the bar which was as cold as the real ghost house. He was cold all over: "I didn't hit a ghost, did I? What's going on? "

……

Luke looks at the picture on the UAV video, and his mouth is cocked up: in this amount, today's harvest should not be too little.

Selena's voice came: "in addition to the 65 people in the bar, there are seven people in the bar. They should be the killers of some partner actions."

"I see. I'll be careful." Luke chuckled: "besides, I don't have a" best "teammate tonight! I believe in him. "