Luke watched the bald guy's car disappear at the turn of the highway before letting go of the flesh-lobe of the future female painter: "Okay, let's go."

Elena was at a loss: "Ha?"

Luke: "You don't know anything about tonight, don't mention it to anyone."

Elena: "Ah?"

Luke drove the car to the highway and said in the mouth: "The gunshot just now should have been issued by some people who work in the dark. Do you know what it is to work in the dark?"

Jelena thought about the movie she had watched: "Bad guy who killed someone?"

Luke nodded: "Almost. But whether they or the attacked, basically have rules. If not necessary, they will not intersect with ordinary people. You are the safest when they do not exist."

For a moment, Elena reached out and pressed his hand suddenly: "You, often face these people and things?"

Luke groaned for a moment, then shook his head: "Most of the time, I hit a soy sauce in the police station. I usually call swat to kill them."

Elena chuckled and said, "Fool me again."

She wasn't Margaret's innocent and innocent, just thinking about Luke's actions when he heard the sound of gunshots was not something ordinary police detectives could do.

Calm, calm, and a little joke, how could he have behaved so easily if he had not experienced similar things.

She even felt that Luke didn't care about it but instead notified the New Jersey police that she was with her.

For her safety, Luke didn't want to be photographed, and how could she risk her while she was traveling.

With this in mind, she could not help holding his hand tightly.

Luke perceives her mood swings, no snoring, just smiles and squeezes her hands in response.

Ford disappeared into the night.

...

At 9 am on the 24th, Luke took a bath and gave a deep farewell kiss to the future female artist who was still asleep, in exchange for her vague response.

Last night, Elena only slept late, and when he was about to light up this morning, he was taken by him to drink morning coffee together. He was now sleeping.

This is what she asked for herself.

Back last night, she said that she had a new inspiration. During the holiday period, the college was very quiet and just turned inspiration into a work, so she had a lot of time to sleep this holiday.

Covering her quilt-like quilt, Luke left Palland College.

The rented Ford Explorer was dropped, he took the subway, and went to the New Jersey cottage to drive home.

After returning home, he asked, "Little snail, did you find out the history of those people last night? Especially those two key goals."

He transmitted the video captured by the drone to Xiao Snail last night and issued an order for tracing.

"Sir, the first villa belongs to John West, this is the identity ID of the first key target, but this identity part of the document is suspected of forgery, so the identity is suspect." Xiao Snail immediately began to explain: "The villa Seven of the twelve assailants, NYPD information indicates that they belong to the Russian gang's Tarasov family. "

Luke hummed.

The Tarasov family is a well-known Russian black gang, which is more black than ordinary gangs, but their sphere of influence does not include the Clinton area, and he has not been cleaned up for the time being.

"What about the second goal?" He asked.

"That small building belongs to Frank Meses, this is the identity ID of the second key target. The identity document is complete, but there are also some suspected man-made, but the means are more sophisticated, so his identity is also questionable. 15 Ten of the attackers had military service records, three of them were active duty, and five belonged to an American defense company and had long-term contracts for various military operations overseas. "

Luke sneered: "A mercenary?"

This group of people say that it is a good thing, that is, the so-called military contractor, and that a straightforward point is a mercenary or a battlefield hyena, who often help some American institutions do dirty work.

"This possibility is more than 85%, sir," said Xiao Wu.

"List these two goals as ordinary attention levels, and let me know if there is further news." Luke was not too interested when he heard this.

For the time being, he does not intend to mix in these two things. He will have the opportunity to check again later. If either party has experience points delivered to the door, he does not mind accepting them.

For now, he'll pass Christmas on peace first.

After washing his hands, he enters the kitchen, puts the food and snacks that need to be baked and baked in the kitchenware, presets the time, and starts to make breakfast for himself.

Just thinking a little, he decided to simply eat the bowl noodles, and then served with ordinary hot pot meat.

Selina has n’t shown much interest in the past, and she occasionally eats pasta.

Lujiao, a special Sichuan dish, did not get her taste buds, and Luke was too lazy to cook it alone.

Today, he was alone and had a big meal at night, and finally remembered the long-lost noodles and hot pot meat.

I searched in the refrigerator and turned out a box of frozen shrimp, big tongs of Alaskan king crab, a large piece of pork belly, two chicken legs, which are the main ingredients.

The side dishes are green peppers, shiitake mushrooms, cucumbers, tomatoes, onions, and small greens.

The pork belly is cut into large pieces and thin. It doesn't need too much base oil, just scoop out its own oil and put it in the green pepper stir-fry, then the green pepper will be ready to cook.

There are countless ways in which this classic Sichuan cuisine can be said, and the ingredients are even more varied, but the true essence is in a few details and control.

With the same ingredients, the taste of the chef and ordinary cooking enthusiasts is completely different.

Luke did a little better than the fly house in Sichuan, and relieved himself.

Then shrimp and crab are put into the oil pan respectively, and after frying, they show a beautiful red color.

The chicken drumsticks are cooked and shredded into thin strips.

When two pounds of frozen noodles were poured into a boiling boiling water pot, he diced the vegetables, poured oil and fried the minced garlic, poured the cut tomatoes, onions, and shiitake mushrooms and stir-fry. After slightly collecting the juice, turn off the heat and set aside.

At this time, the noodles are almost cooked ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Remove them and cool them with water, drain them in a strainer, and pour them all into a basin.

Put red shrimp, shelled white tender crab meat, chicken strips, cucumber slices, and small green vegetables on the surface, and pour the fried tomato, onion and mushroom sauce.

Simple single bowl of noodles.

A quick breakfast, you're done!

Selina, who is not aware of noodles, is not there, and a dog head at the bottomless pit level is not there. Luke can slowly enjoy this simple breakfast.

Suddenly, he thought of something, took a lemon from the side and cut it, and squeezed the lemon juice evenly on the shrimp and crab on the noodle bowl.

I saw this bowl of noodles, most of which are beautiful red, dotted with a little green material.

The plate of back-boiled meat on the side is green bell peppers, served with slightly browned meat slices.

The two just form a corresponding and complementary color, perfect!