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Luke tapped his fingers lightly on the Coke bottle: "I seemed to have asked if this information could help me find the target, and you said it could."
Weisuo: "Fifty-four people, twelve people showed up, this is not enough. What else do you want? When did I guarantee that it is 100% correct?"
Luke chuckled softly: "Of the fifty-four people, twenty-five have no record, and the other tenmechanics, avengers, executioners, white ghosts? Haha, you just casually mentioned the urban legends Write down those nicknames! Do you think my time is worthless by doing this!"
??Visso lowered his face and said: "If you are not satisfied, you will go find someone else to buy information from now on and see who can fulfill your request. Leave slowly without giving it away."
Luke sighed, took out his phone and sent a text message, then put his phone back and drank the Coke.
Weisuo was dissatisfied: "Didn't you hear? You can leave."
Luke motioned to the Coke in his hand: "I paid for it, are you sure you want to drive me away?"
Weisuo moved his lips and finally swallowed the words "yes" that came to his lips.
Too many people are bluffing or holding grudges against him. He has been in this business for many years and can easily tell the difference.
Wiseau was a little hesitant.
A few minutes later, Luke's cell phone rang. He picked it up and said a few words, then turned to look at the door.
Soon, two people walked in outside the gate.
Seeing Luke smiling and waving at them at the bar, the two of them also smiled and walked over to sit down.
Luke: "John, Joe, what would you like to drink? I'm treating you today."
John McClain is still wearing the same floral shirt and thick jacket, and he is still the same lazy person who doesn¡¯t care about anything.
Joe Lambert was wearing a baggy suit, not to mention a tie, and the buttons were not yet buttoned, revealing a sliver of chest hair. Combined with his strong physique and facial features of Indian descent, he looked very wild.
Wiseau remained silent.
He could tell that these two guys were not easy to mess with, but there were many tough guys in this bar, and he was not afraid.
John and Joe each ordered whiskey on the rocks, and the other ordered beer.
When Weisuo hesitated, Luke had already thrown a hundred-dollar bill into the glass jar: "What? You don't do business anymore?"
Weisuo¡¯s heart was spinning and he started serving wine.
¡°Everything is fake, but the hundred dollar bill is not fake.
While joking with Luke, John poured the whiskey he just put in front of him into his mouth.
"Pfft!" He turned his head suddenly and spit out half the whiskey he had taken into his mouth.
Joe drank the beer calmly: "What's wrong? You drank too much last night and now you feel nauseated?"
John wiped the corner of his mouth and did not answer this question. He looked at Luke suspiciously, but saw a smile on his face.
John looked at the whiskey in his hand again and said hesitantly: "Luke, thisisn't a "surprise" you gave me? This joke is not funny at all."
Luke shrugged: "No, the whiskey here has always been like this."
John was stunned.
Joe also noticed the abnormality, took the whiskey and smelled it, and laughed out loud: "Apart from the color of this, it looks like whiskey, but there is nothing else like it."
At this time, Luke took out a few more hundred-dollar bills and threw them all into the glass jar: "Here, take a portion of all the wine you have here."
Wiseau didn¡¯t move this time.
Luke raised his eyebrows: "What? Are you discriminating against us customers? Then don't blame me for filing a complaint against you."
Weisuo frowned, his eyes wandered for a moment, but he could only serve wine.
He probably understood that Luke wanted to find trouble.
If you drive someone out directly, the other party can really complain about him.
No one here takes the law seriously, but this is New York after all, not the wilderness, and basic social rules must be followed.
After more than ten minutes, John and Joe were having a great time.
"Hmm, this one doesn't smell like oak, but it does smell like rubber. It's amazing."
¡°Here, try this. I¡¯ve never had plastic-flavored tequila in my life.¡±
"Hey, this??It actually looks like it is blended with washing powder. "
"Bah, what is this? Why do I feel like I'm drinking toilet cleaner!"
"Oh, you actually drank toilet cleaning spirit. No wonder your body shape looks more and more like a toilet."
"You should drink toilet cleaner because your mouth stinks like a toilet."
Viso¡¯s face was covered with black lines, while Luke and Selina were smiling as they watched two middle-aged men with a bad taste talking nonsense.
Wade felt that the atmosphere was not good, so he stood up and slipped away, but was stopped by Luke: "Wait for a while, it will be good for our future cooperation."
Wade struggled for a moment, but still succumbed to the "money" coercion of his big patron.
Having worked as a mercenary for such a long time, he certainly knows the truth behind what is said in person.
Since the two of them had not met, he could not answer the phone at all. The most he could say was that the phone was broken.
If you mess around after meeting, you will end up breaking up.
The $10,000 in his pocket has not yet been used up. Now that he is breaking up, he will probably lose Luke as a big customer.
He doesn¡¯t want to break up with anyone but money.
When John and Joe had enough fun, Luke said, "Let's get down to business."
The smiles on John and Joe¡¯s faces dropped, and they no longer paid attention to those weird-flavored drinks.
Luke: "Do you still remember what I mentioned to you in the text message?"
John glanced sideways at Wiseau, raised the corner of his mouth, and said in that classic nonchalant manner: "Is this guy trying to trick you?"
"Qiao also looked at Wiseau: "He is indeed a habitual criminal who sells fake products. None of the many wines are real."
John coughed: "The bottle of beer you drank should be real."
Qiao Hehe: "When it comes to 5.99 goods, how does it cost? Is it filled with water? That's not enough for labor costs."
The corners of Weisuo's mouth twitched and he was speechless.
¡°This is indeed the case. If the price difference of beer wasn¡¯t so big, he would have filled it with fake wine.
John turned to look at Luke: "What do you want to do? Let him go to prison or take him back and give him a little education?"
Luke shook his head: "We are law-abiding citizens. Well, I heard that you have old friends in the ATF (U.S. Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives)?"
John didn¡¯t take it seriously: ¡°Although the relationship is very good, it¡¯s useless, but there are three or five people who can say hello.¡±
Luke pointed to a pile of fake wine in front of a few people: "This thing should be under their control, right?"
John scratched his increasingly upward hairline: "The group I know are mainly in charge of weapons and explosives, but I can call and ask them."
As he said that, he took out his mobile phone and made two calls.
The first one died after a few sentences, and the second one said several sentences before he looked at Luke: "How far did you think about it?" (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com