Luke's fingers gently tap on the coke bottle: "I seemed to have asked if this information could help me find the target. You said yes."

Vesuo: "fifty-four people, twelve people, it's not enough. What else do you want? When did I guarantee it was 100% correct? "

Luke chuckled: "of the fifty-four, twenty-five didn't even have a record, and the other ten Machinist, avenger, executioner, white ghost? Ha ha, you have written those nicknames in the urban legends! Do you think my time is worthless when you do this! "

Visola's face: "I'm not satisfied. I'll go to other people to buy information later, and see who can meet your requirements. I won't give it away if I walk slowly."

Luke sighed, took out his cell phone and sent out a text message, then took back his cell phone and drank coke.

VISO was dissatisfied: "didn't you hear me? You can go. "

Luke beckoned the coke: "I paid for it. Are you sure you want to drive me away?"

Vesuo's lips moved, and he finally swallowed the word "is".

There's something wrong with him.

The young man's attitude is abnormal.

Twenty thousand dollars to buy half of the false information, and he was so top back, Luke even a little angry meaning is not.

Too many people bluff or hate in his mind. He has been in this business for many years, so he can easily distinguish the difference.

Vesuo was a little hesitant.

A few minutes later, Luke's cell phone rang. He picked it up and said something. Then he turned to the door.

Soon, two people came in.

Seeing Luke waving to them at the bar, the two also came to sit down.

Luke: John and Joe, what do you want to drink? It's my treat today

John McLean is still that flowered shirt with a thick jacket, still that lazy type who doesn't care about everything.

Joe Lambert looked wild in a baggy suit, no tie, no buttons, a line of chest hair, with his strong physique and Indian features.

Vissault was silent.

He can see that these two guys are not easy to mess with, but there are many bad guys in this bar, and he is not afraid of them.

John and Joe asked for whisky on the rocks and beer on their own.

In a moment of hesitation, Vico threw a hundred dollar bill into the glass jar: "what? You don't do business? "

Vesuo's heart was electrified and he began to drink.

Everything is fake. The hundred dollar bill is not fake.

As John joked with Luke, he poured the whiskey in front of him.

"Poof!" He jerked his head around and spewed out half the whisky he had drunk.

Joe drank his beer calmly: "what's the matter? Did you drink too much last night, and now you have nausea? "

John wiped the corners of his mouth, but did not answer. He looked at Luke suspiciously, but saw his face smiling.

John looked at the whiskey in his hand again, and said hesitantly: "Luke, this It's not the "surprise" you gave me, is it? This joke is not funny at all. "

Luke shrugged. "No, whisky has always been like this."

John was astonished.

Joe also noticed the abnormality. He took the whisky and smelled it. He laughed and said, "this one looks like whisky, but there is nothing else."

Luke then took out several hundred dollar bills and threw them all into the glass jar: "come on, share all your wine here."

VISO didn't move this time.

Luke raised his eyebrows: "what? Are you discriminating against our customers? Then don't blame me for complaining to you. "

VISO frowned, his eyes wandered for a moment, but he could only drink.

He probably understood that Luke was trying to find fault.

If you are in a hurry, the other party can really complain about him.

No one here takes the law seriously, but it's New York, not the wilderness. The basic social rules still need to be obeyed.

More than ten minutes later, John and Joe had a good time.

"Well, this one doesn't have the smell of oak, but it has the smell of rubber. It's amazing."

"Come on, try this. I've never drunk plastic tequila in my life. "

"Well, it looks like washing powder."

"Bah, what is this? How do I feel like I'm drinking toilet cleanser! "

"Oh, you used to drink toilet cleaner. No wonder I think your figure is more and more like a toilet."

"You should drink toilet cleaner because your mouth is as smelly as the toilet."

With VISO's face full of black lines, Luke and Selena's face full of smiles, they watched two middle-aged people with bad taste utter words there.

Wade felt that the atmosphere was not good, so he got up and walked away, but Luke stopped him. "You wait a moment, it's good for our future cooperation."Wade tangled for a moment, or succumbed to the "money" of big customers.

Having worked as a mercenary for such a long time, of course, he knows the truth behind one thing in front of another.

They didn't see each other. He couldn't answer the phone at all. At most, he said the phone was broken.

It's going to tear my face when I see you.

The ten thousand dollars in his pocket haven't covered the heat yet. Now he tears his face and is likely to lose the big customer Luke.

He didn't want to tear his face with money.

When John and Joe had enough fun, Luke said, "let's get down to business."

The smiles on John's and Joe's faces closed, and they didn't pay attention to those wonderful drinks.

Luke: remember what I said to you in my text

John glanced sideways at vesuo, the corner of his mouth, and the classic carelessness: "is this guy trying to pit you?"

Joe also looked at vesuo: "it's true that he is a habitual criminal of selling fake goods. None of the wine is true."

John coughed: "the beer you drank should be real."

Joe Ho Ho: "when it comes to 5.99 goods, how does it cost? Water in? That's not enough labor. "

Vesuo's mouth was drawn, speechless.

In fact, if the price difference of beer is not big, he will also pour fake wine into it.

John turned to look at Luke. "What do you want to do? Do you want him to go to prison or take him back and teach him a little? "

Luke shook his head: "we are law-abiding citizens. Well, I heard that you have an old friend in ATF? "

John doesn't think so: "although the relationship is very good, there are three or five who can say hello."

Luke pointed to a pile of fake wine in front of several people: "this thing belongs to them, right?"

John scratched up the hairline: "the ones I know are mainly in charge of weapons and explosives, but I can call them."

With that, he took out his cell phone and made two calls.

The first one died, the second said several, and he looked at Luke and said, "how far do you think?"