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Chapter 997 Chapter 1013 Sisters' private conversation, roadside gunshots (2 updates)

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    Harley stared at this sister, paying attention to her expressions and subtle body movements: "Elena and him are very compatible, so you also want to find a boyfriend?"

    Margaret couldn't help but think about it seriously for a moment, and shook her head unsteadily: "No, no. I just think he is quite nice and I feel very happy to be with him."

    Harley frowned, this answer was not very good.

    She is a naive sister, but her decisiveness can scare a person to death.

    Margaret¡¯s last marriage to William Johnson was unknown to the whole family.

    It wasn¡¯t until she found Harley for help that Harley knew she was married and that her unmasked ¡°brother-in-law¡± was dead.

    But, what can be done about this.

    People who study art don¡¯t follow logic when their emotions arise.

    "Oh." Harry just responded lightly and immediately changed the topic: "How about the art exhibition in the afternoon?"

    Margaret¡¯s attention was immediately diverted and she said excitedly: ¡°Sister, someone has taken a liking to two of Munro¡¯s paintings and paid a very high price.¡±

    Harley exclaimed: "How high?"

    Margaret: "The crying girl is worth 1.2 million, and the broken time and space is worth 800,000."

    Hallie snorted and raised the corners of her mouth: "Lindsay did a good job."

    Margaret was confused: "Huh?"

    Although it was Lindsay who was helping Munro organize the exhibition, this painting was sold at a high price. Shouldn¡¯t it be because Munro was a good painter?

    Harley is not interested in explaining to this simple sister what "entrustment" is and what operations are.

    For this sister who is worth over 100 million, painting is just a pure art and has nothing to do with these commercial operations.

    But for Harley, the news had some impact.

    A few days ago, two paintings said to be Munro's masterpieces have been transferred to Harley as private gifts.

    Although it was not these two paintings, she could imagine that the "price" of Munro's official works was at least several hundred thousand dollars.

    The starting price of the two paintings that are still in the exhibition as gifts is one million US dollars.

    This woman Lindsay is very clever at buying people off!  Harry's heart was slightly disturbed, but it quickly disappeared.

    ?Her mind is not on money.

    As a psychiatrist, she is not short of money.

    After Margaret, a young widow with a net worth of billions, came to New York, she insisted that all living expenses be paid from her fund account.

    Facing the "million" benefit payment that Lindsay sent in a different form, Hallie was just a little surprised, but she would not lose her composure.

    On the other hand, Lindsay, a woman, can keep in touch, but she has to be careful not to let Margaret get too close to her.

    Politicians are completely untrustworthy.

    In contrast, she would rather Margaret and Elena be closer, at least the girl has good character and can be trusted.

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    Luke, who drove away, didn't know the little talk between the sisters Hallie and Margaret. He took Elena and continued to wander around New York City.

    It wasn¡¯t until eight o¡¯clock in the evening that the two set off to return to Paland College.

    When they arrived at the suburb of North Bergen, the phone on Luke's chest vibrated slightly.

    The simple monitoring system temporarily mounted outside the car discovered some special conditions and immediately sent him a reminder.

    For the sake of portability and ease of installation and disassembly, this simple monitoring system is small in size, so the monitoring range is not too large, which is better than nothing.

    Slowing the speed of the car slightly, he took out the counterfeit mobile phone and operated it twice. A minimalist version of the electronic map was displayed on the LCD screen, and he looked to the left.

    There were gunshots.

    They were in the direction Luke was looking at, only thirty meters away from Luke and the others.

    The sound of gunfire was not intensive, but very coherent.

    From the time Luke discovered it to when it was fired dozens of meters away, there were already seven or eight shots fired, indicating that there was more than one participant in the gunfight.

    Elena didn¡¯t notice his movements, nor did she hear the barely audible gunfire. She continued to adjust the photos on her phone, preparing to send a few to him as screensavers.

    After thinking about it, Luke turned the steering wheel and turned into the nearby community street.

    Elena raised her head: "What's wrong?"

    Luke: "It's nothing. I don't want to send you back too soon, otherwise I'll have to drink coffee again."

    Elena immediately raised her hand and patted him, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised: "I want to have a good rest tonight, I won¡¯t give you coffee.  "

    Luke smiled, parked the car in the open space on the roadside, unbuckled Elena's seat belt, picked her up and laid her flat on his lap: "Are you sure?"

    Elena whispered: "Ah, what are you going to do!" There was a smile in her eyes.

    Luke¡¯s head came up, blocking her cry.

    Behind Elena, the counterfeit mobile phone has been placed on the dashboard, and a series of newly analyzed information is displayed on it.

    There were at least five people who fired, and the exchange of fire took place in a luxury villa more than 20 meters away.

    The headset has been connected to the New Jersey police communication channel. Someone called the police and said it was "very noisy" here.

    But within a moment, the gunfire stopped completely, and it was obvious that the battle in the villa was over.

    Luke released a micro-drone directly from the storage space outside the car and issued an order to enter the villa for reconnaissance.

    The micro-drone disappeared quietly and entered the villa through a glass door that was broken by bullets.

    A moment later, Luke saw a messy man with a few flesh wounds on his face, sitting on the ground panting rapidly.

    There is a man in black lying on the ground in front of him, with a saber stuck in his heart. This man must be very cold.

    Luke was holding the small but fleshy female painter in his arms, but he was thinking about it in his heart.

    The man in black with the knife in his heart is definitely not a police officer.

    This person was wearing a black suit and a black hood. This mix and match was obviously wrong.

    ¡°So he¡¯s not a swat, a SWAT team, or an agent from some agency.

    The drone continued to roam the villa and soon observed all the deceased.

    There were twelve deceased people, all wearing black suits and black hoods, lying dead all over the bungalow.

    Luke¡¯s combat experience is too rich, and he has countless one-to-many experiences. After just a few glances, he can roughly understand the battle process.

    After these masked men in black suits entered the villa, they were all defeated by the man. They successfully counterattacked and no one escaped.

    Top master!  Luke made a comment about the only living man in the villa.

    The drone quickly entered a basement entrance, and an eight-pound sledgehammer passed over the screen, as well as a piece of broken cement floor. Under the ground was a large open box with many weapons inside.

    This is not the point.

    The key point is that there are neat rows of things like coins next to the weapons.

    ¡°The only difference from ordinary coins is that they exude a golden color.

    Luke squinted his eyes, why does this thing look like something from the Continental Hotel?

    But Elena shouted softly: "Don't, don't be here."

    Luke smiled, let go of his slightly tightened hand, and gently stroked her back, indicating that he had no further intention.

    At this moment, red and blue lights came from far away, and a police patrol car with its lights flashing but no siren sounded stopped in front of the villa.

    A patrolman got out of the car and rang the doorbell.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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