Chapter 304： How to empty a man's wallet

interesting.

When Locke listened to the news brought by Inspector Cope Thornton, he was also slightly stunned.

after all……

These days, there is still monitoring that was fine at the time of the incident.

This is nothing short of a miracle.

Locke did not let the Wushuang Assassin take him away that time. He did it on purpose. He deliberately made the Wushuang Assassin appear on the same screen as him.

This time?

Could it be that the other party has some high-tech technology that can modify surveillance video without a trace, without worrying about being seen?

Locke raised his eyebrows.

Playing such a trick in front of a high-level expert with his hacking skills, are you sure it's not a trick?

next second.

Cope said, "But today will definitely be impossible. Have you booked a place yet?"

It's almost five o'clock in the afternoon.

Time to get off.

Locke said: "It's booked, it's at the nearby Hilton Hotel."

Cope was stunned for a moment and looked at Locke: "It seems that George is right, you are indeed a rich man."

Locke smiled: "It's just a few lawsuits."

These days, can the money earned by working part-time come as fast as a lawsuit?

And the lawsuit is open and fair.

Just a little frustrating.

But there is no way, to make money, how can you sue others in court if you don't get scolded by others?

Touch porcelain?

That's too contrived.

Locke wants to make money, and he wants to earn it aboveboard.

Cope looked at his watch and invited Locke, "Have a meal together?"

Locke smiled: "Of course."

Of course.

Locke paid for the meal.

Although it is said that Locke and George have never dealt with each other, but they are away from home, and they still come out in the name of George's future son-in-law. No matter how they do not deal with George, they should also consider George's name.

To put it simply, his dealings with George's friends are, in essence, on behalf of George.

but……

Hotel entrance.

After Carrie and Locke got out of the car, they watched Copp drive a tattered car away, and looked at Locke curiously: "Is the salary of a detective in the New Orleans Police Department so low? "

Locke laughed, turned and walked towards the hotel with Carrie behind him: "The annual salary of the police detective here is about $70,000."

Carrie was a little surprised: "It's not too low."

Locke smiled.

Don't look at Locke's opening and closing is tens of millions of deposits, but that is in exchange for life.

If it was someone else who was targeted by the black marinated egg, it is estimated that they would have disappeared long ago.

Or being targeted by Killer 46, I'm afraid I don't even know how I died.

and……

George is now a senior superintendent of the New York Police Department, and his annual salary is only about $150,000. That's still in New York.

This is New Orleans, a city where a five-hundred-square-meter well-decorated villa costs only two hundred thousand dollars.

"Good evening, sir."

"Broughton, Rock Broughton!"

Locke took out his credit card.

Soon, the young and beautiful front desk of the hotel handed the key of the luxury suite of two thousand dollars a night to Locke: "Mr. Broughton, I wish you a pleasant stay."

"I will."

Locke said something, smiled with the beautiful front desk, and then walked towards the elevator with Carrie. Behind him, two attendants in white were carrying his and Carrie's luggage.

After Carrie walked into the elevator, she was a little bit incredulous: "His suit jacket is an old style five years ago, his wallet is also old and can't be any longer, and his car..."

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the configuration of a successful detective.

Frankly speaking, if she went alone, she would seriously doubt whether this Copp was impersonated by a homeless person.

Carrie, who has lived in New York for nearly a year and is a good friend with Betty who is at the forefront of fashion, has accepted Betty's transmission of fashion during this year. Carrie, who is no longer introverted, can see it at a glance Know what Locke is worth now.

The suit on Locke was hand-made in Italy and cost at least $50,000.

But it's not the most expensive of Locke's.

The most expensive thing on Locke's body is the pair of square and gorgeous cufflinks on the white shirt in the suit. The square in the middle is like a small piece of bright starry sky, shining with a little light.

Carrie knew this cufflink because she and Betty saw it last year when she and Betty were reading a magazine, and it sold for $680,000.

Not to mention, Locke's tie and shoes.

so……

After a year of baptism, Carrie has completely grown from a country girl to an urban girl with a New York vision.

But it was precisely because of this that Carrie felt a little strange.

Is it necessary for a police detective with an annual salary of $70,000 to make himself so hard?

Is he saving money?

Carrie thought so.

After waiting for the two attendants to bring the luggage in, Locke took out two hundred dollars as a tip and handed it to the attendant. After the attendant closed the door, he walked towards the hotel wine cabinet: "I know, is there any way to make it happen? Is men's money disappearing fast?"

Carrie froze slightly.

Locke stood in front of the wine cabinet, selected the wine, and said without looking back: "There are many ways to make a woman spend money, cosmetics, clothes, bags..."

Paused.

Locke's eyes lit up, opened the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of bourbon, and walked towards the bar in the room: "But there are only three ways to make a man's wallet dry quickly."

talking.

Locke raised three fingers.

"First, women, there is no doubt that a man will spend every penny of his money for his beloved daughter, and he is even willing to overdraft his future money."

"...not like it."

"Oh."

"Since we saw Cope, he didn't have any personal phone calls, even when he was eating, but a female police detective in the police station looked at him differently."

"Then the second, uncontrolled drug abuse!"

"That's not like, you hate that kind of drug the most, otherwise, you wouldn't be carrying out drug removal work in the school, and George hates that kind of thing, if Cope is, it shouldn't be George. friend."

Locke smiled.

He implemented drug zeroing in Zhongcheng University, that was impossible, he was not in his position before, it didn't matter, but he became the president, and his site would rather have a casino than a poison field!

There were even a few poisonous insects who planned to distribute the poisonous insects from Midtown High School. The longest one had been missing for almost four months.

Locke nodded, looked at Carrie who was approaching, took out two cups, and looked at Carrie.

Carrie waved her hand. "I drink juice."

talking.

Carrie stretched out her right hand to the side, the refrigerator not far away opened automatically, and then, a bottle of juice flew straight into Carrie's hand with a bang.

Thought shift.

Locke will too.

But Locke doesn't.

Locke smiled, poured himself a glass of bourbon, took a sip, and looked at Carrie: "That's the last one left, bet!"

Carrie froze slightly.

"bet?"

"Yes, the harm of gambling on drugs is the same. From a certain point of view, neither gambling dogs nor drug dogs deserves forgiveness and sympathy."

"...Don't you bet too, and, your friend Dylan, doesn't he bet too?"

"Dylan and I are here to make money, not to gamble."

Locke drank all the wine in the glass and shared with Carrie about what it means to make money and what it means to gamble.

"Also, Dylan and I are not addicted. Even if we don't go to the gambling table for a year, we won't get itchy hands."

Locke poured another glass of wine into his glass. Speaking of Dylan, his firefighting business has been booming this year. It is estimated that he and Maggie's wedding will not be long before.

Carrie nodded: "Then, it's a gamble. How did you see that?"

Locke said: "Looking at the corners of his eyes and fingers, most of the gamblers who stay up late at the gambling table are basically the same."

Carrie nodded thoughtfully.

When Locke shook hands with Cope from the very beginning, he found out that Cope was a gambler who was addicted to gambling.

but……

This has nothing to do with Locke.

Moreover, Kaop seems to be able to control himself. After all, a gambler who is indulged in gambling and cannot extricate himself, but he can't care about his own job, and he only has size and size.

Carrie frowned, with a not-so-good feeling: "I'm not feeling well."

She always feels that tomorrow will not be so smooth.

Locke smiled and sipped his glass of wine: "Adapting to the ordinary, not accustomed to the ordinary, we are extraordinary, but I have always liked to give courtesy before soldiers!"

I came all the way to this place to play the rules with you, but you don't follow the rules.

What else can I say?

You don't follow the rules, then don't blame me for inviting the assassin Wushuang or the witch Luo Kezai or the blood clan Cain, no matter how bad it is, there is also Dimension Siro to accompany you to turn the table.

Late at night!

Inside some noisy and dirty underground casinos.

With a snap.

Unbuttoning his suit, Kopp, who had no image, drank a cigarette, threw the cards in his hand to the poker table again, and said to the croupier, "Continue."

The dealer was unmoved.

Kaop's eyes were slightly red, and he looked up at the dealer.

A black man in charge of watching the show walked up to Cope: "Inspector Thornton, our boss asked you to come over."

Cope glanced at the unmoved croupier, then glanced at the black man who said it was a request, but it didn't feel like a request, he laughed and got up.

The same is the smoke-filled, filthy air in the office.

A white man with a mustache looked at Cope who came in with a surprised face, got up, waved his hands around, and signaled his subordinates to go out: "Inspector Thornton, long time no see, how are you doing today. "

Cope's face darkened.

How's your luck, when you open a casino, don't the borrowers know?

The white man with the moustache laughed and slapped himself on the mouth: "Inspector Thornton, I'm sorry, I said something wrong, but it's because of bad luck, but the bill for the $200,000... …”

Cope said solemnly: "I will think about it..."

The words did not fall.

The white man with the moustache has already said, "Actually, I don't need the bill of $200,000."

Cope frowned: "..."

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