In fact, twenty of the more than thirty people on the killer list Wade handed over were nonsense.

For example, Jin Kaide, a senior citizen, are all in it, which fully shows that this list is not reliable.

Luke also asked the old guy through a secret contact channel yesterday, and it turned out that at least eight of Wade's list were "legendary" killers.

To be exact, they have all left legends in the killer world, but either they haven't heard for years, or they have confirmed their retirement or death.

Like one of them, John Wick, the acquaintance Kinkade and Luke mentioned last time, retired and got married a few years ago.

He, like Kincaid, couldn't possibly come out to take on the task.

To make matters worse, there are several acquaintances on this list.

Redback spider Rebecca, Mr. X, Firefox, Cross, these are all, or have been, the name killers of the Mutual Aid Society.

I don't know where this guy Wade knew their names, and they were put on the list.

Of these people, Luke certainly knew that they would not come to kill themselves, because disengagement and internal strife were the main theme of the mutual aid society this year.

Mr. X even killed Luke himself. Could he be a ghost and come to trouble Luke?

In view of Wade's ridiculous behavior, Luke smiled face to face, turned around and wrote a black account for this guy.

Thanks to Wade, there are still many advantages, otherwise Luke would not mind killing such guys who give false information.

In his life, he is not afraid of high-priced informants, and the most annoying liar to false information.

Therefore, he originally planned to provoke the Killer Sightseeing Group in New York by himself, which became the current Double V plan the night before.

Anyway, Luke was rich, and he really didn't think that a mercenary who was desperate for money had the willpower to resist the temptation of 2.5 million cash.

Adding 2.5 million afterwards, double 250, is very suitable for Wade this slut.

Of course, he had no intention of killing Wade.

Sin is not a crime.

Well, Luke still rarely deals with Wade, otherwise he will also have the idea that "the cheap one is better to die."

Not surprisingly, Wade will suffer a lot tonight.

But he was seriously injured, and it was not so easy to die.

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

Too many smart people in the killer group, his experience points tonight will be greatly reduced, which undoubtedly wastes preparation and planning these days.

Looking at the 3 million upgrade experience at this level, Luke felt that he still needed to work hard.

Well, the wretched good friends of Wade and Vesso should also work hard!

...

At this moment, Vesso in Harlem was staring at the various people and other people who came in his bar with a grimace.

Although his broken bar opens at noon, most people will choose to appear after five o'clock.

But shortly after opening the door at noon today, only three or five old customers arrived and strangers appeared.

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

In the bar that can usually do more than thirty people, even if it is "guests surplus door", sixty people are crowded in before 6:30 pm.

The weird thing is that these people came alone and did not mean to talk to other people.

Moreover, these people either ask for water or drink, and occasionally ask for alcohol without touching a mouthful. Most of them sit there and play with their mobile phones.

If that's the case, Visso is not dissatisfied.

This afternoon was not the peak period for him to sell fake wine. It doesn't matter that these positions are not in the second round.

But looking at more than thirty "familiar" faces among these strangers, Vesso felt afraid that something had happened. Yes, these thirty people were in the killer information he gave Luke.

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

But why don't they do it? Visuo beat the drum in his heart, his legs trembling slightly, but he didn't dare to make any changes, and could only stay at the bar obediently.

No one asked for drinks or talked, and the bar was as quiet as a cemetery.

Several regulars in the bar felt the strange atmosphere and decisively got up and slipped.

Those who work in the dark, are much more sensitive to danger than ordinary people, and have long realized that these strangers are not easy to mess with.

Vesso is dead, it has nothing to do with them, just don't send them to death.

Just as Visso stood stiff and sweaty behind his phone, his cell phone suddenly rang.

The original quiet bar suddenly fell, and everyone's eyes fell on him.

Weisuo was creepy, and he couldn't even move his hair, so he just stood in the bar with a rag in one hand.

The phone rang naturally and he didn't dare to answer it.

He noticed the disappointment in many eyes.

Suddenly, the phone rang again.

This time, everyone in the bar looked away and stopped looking at him.

Visso still dare not move.

"Hurry up to answer the phone, and turn on the speakerphone, otherwise you will die." A voice suppressing anger rang out in the crowd.

Visuo froze and looked at the crowd who still had no movement. Finally, he took out his mobile phone and pressed the answer button and the speakerphone button.

"V will appear in the quagmire park in the southwest corner of Staten Island at 6:30 in the afternoon. Remember to call the account fee of 500,000 yuan to me." A female voice said this quickly, just Hang up.

Visso: "Ah?"

Ding Dong, a text message prompt sounded.

With that, the bar suddenly came alive.

Everyone started to get up and quickly walked towards the door.

Vesso stared at it all, his mind was confused: what is going on here?

Until a woman walked up to him and held out her hand: "Fetch your phone."

Visso passed the phone subconsciously ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The woman frowned: "Let it go."

Visso quickly did so.

The woman took out a paper towel, with a disgusted expression, picked up the phone across the paper towel, opened the text message and glanced at it, took out her titanium phone and clicked and took a picture of it, and threw away Nokia's Nokia tiles Just leave.

It took more than ten seconds before Vesso looked back from the door, watching the bar as cold as a real haunted house, and fighting the cold war: "I'm not a ghost, right? What the **** is going on?"

...

Luke looked at the video on the drone video, his mouth tilted up: With this amount, today's gain should not be too small.

Selina's voice came: "In addition to the 65 people in the bar, there are seven people in the bar, which should be the killer of some partners."

"Know, I'll be careful." Luke chuckled. "Again, don't I have a" strongest "teammate tonight! I believe him."