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However, the puncher that Gray Rabbit found was obviously much more lucky.
There are more than thirty stacks of U.S. knives in this safe, as well as a few small gold bars and some jewelry. It is conservatively estimated that there are one or two hundred thousand U.S. dollars.
Luke casually threw these things into his backpack: "We will divide them equally later."
Frank didn¡¯t even bother to watch him pretend, and said casually: ¡°I¡¯m not interested, you can keep it for yourself.¡±
Luke didn¡¯t take it seriously: ¡°I don¡¯t lack the money, but the rules are the rules. If we do it together, we should get a share.¡±
Frank said as he walked out: "Then you don't have to open the safe, it will save trouble."
Luke: "It's good to make people misunderstand it as a robbery, so as not to be targeted by the police or FBI."
Frank was silent for a moment: "Are you afraid of them?"
Luke followed and walked out: "Don't be afraid. But they are not my enemies, but the defenders of social order. Most of them are not bad people. I don't need to provoke them."
Frank: "it's up to you."
Luke passed by the leader's body at this time and took it away with a thought. He did not forget to complain: "I don't want to imitate you. Just now you took out the grenade launcher. What do you want to do? You want to put a grenade launcher in Manhattan." Big fireworks?¡±
Frank was speechless for a moment and reluctantly admitted: "I wanted to blow up the motorcycle outside and lure the Hellhound people out."
Luke: so heartbroken!
He doesn¡¯t mind Frank being ruthless against gang members, but if this continues, sooner or later these cases will fall on Dustin¡¯s head.
By then, will he be able to arrest Frank and throw him into prison?
"However, Luke doesn't want to persuade him, because Frank's brain is not normal!"
He can¡¯t escape the disease of ptsd (post-traumatic stress disorder).
He has been a soldier for many years and has performed countless secret missions. He should have long suffered from post-war psychological syndrome, which is a branch of PTSD.
For example, Robert was fortunate to retire early and retire in a peaceful and peaceful countryside in advance, and Catherine has been with him for many years to guide him, so there are not many abnormalities. However, dogs have never been allowed at home, otherwise he would not be able to sleep.
Frank's situation is much more serious.
¡°If after returning to normal society, he can live with his wife and children and receive necessary psychological treatment, then he will at least have the possibility of living a peaceful life.
But the gang shootout destroyed everything and destroyed his greatest hope in an instant.
¡°This guy hasn¡¯t turned into a madman who kills innocent people indiscriminately, so he has a strong moral bottom line.
Frank was originally calm-minded and decisive, but he did not investigate the original case and only looked for the three gangs to kill.
Because he was afraid of seeing everything in his past life, so afraid that he never even went back home.
The home full of memories is already empty, and that will drive him crazy.
Without external push, he may continue to escape until he completely collapses.
It is also possible to wake up, regroup, and complete revenge on all the murderers.
Now, Luke, the external force, finally appears.
The two walked out of the bar. Luke followed Frank to the small street where he parked his car. He waited until he got in the car and said, "Don't do anything for the next two days. Reyes will definitely want to catch you even more after tonight."
Frank didn¡¯t answer the question and just asked: ¡°What else?¡±
Luke casually threw a black plastic bag onto the passenger seat: "The cash just now is yours, and the rest is mine."
Frank looked at the bag and said nothing: "Notify me of any news as soon as possible."
Luke: "ok."
Frank stepped on the accelerator and sped away.
Luke returned to the roof of the apartment building, picked up Lawyer Ma, who was still sleeping, and threw him back to his home.
Without the burden of Lawyer Ma, he turned on the counterfeit phone, looked at the location of the tracker on Grote, and couldn't help but curl his lips: "Oh, you had a great time running, and we've arrived in New Jersey."
As he spoke, his figure turned transparent, and the jets behind his back were activated, shooting straight into the sky.
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Grote drove the newly stolen car south first, to the Lincoln Tunnel and turned toward New Jersey.
He didn¡¯t stop, he kept running westward, he wanted to stay away from New York.
He doesn¡¯t dare to stay in New York anymore, that lunatic Punisher will definitely kill him.
Even though he escaped just now, he knew that he would see the Punisher againIf you see him, you will still beat him to death without hesitation.
After confessing his murder of the old woman, he no longer had any value to the Punisher.
This time it was the puncher who stopped the Punisher, but from the name, you can tell that this person is with the Punisher, so he may not have such good luck next time.
He thought as the car drove through Weehawken and entered the sparsely populated western suburbs.
Suddenly, a light of fire passed over his head from back to front and fell rapidly.
Grote stepped on the brakes almost subconsciously.
Boom!
The car suddenly stopped, the hood was mostly dented, and a man wearing a gray and black hooded sweatshirt was standing on it.
Grote¡¯s face turned pale: ¡°pun~puncher!¡±
From bottom to top, he had seen the face that was completely covered by the mask, and he was extremely sure that this was the Punisher's accomplice.
Luke jumped down from the front of the car, walked to the driver's seat, punched through the window, and grabbed Grote out.
Grote begged for mercy in horror: "Wait, wait a minute, you just said to let me go."
Luke tilted his head, seeming to be thinking about something.
A little fire arose in Grote's heart: What if this guy is just like that little red guy, a bad guy! You can live by yourself.
Suddenly, he heard a burst of deep laughter, and felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.
Luke laughed twice and said quietly: "What I said before was, don't let me see you again. Now, haven't I seen you again?"
Grote finally understood: Hua Q! You are fucking playing with me!
Moments later, Grote and his stolen car disappeared down the road.
Luke looked up at the sky: "Oh, it's already so late? I can still make a midnight snack if I rush back."
As he finished speaking, a scooter appeared in front of him.
Suddenly, the little motorcycle made a slight noise, embarked on the way home.
The night is like ink, but there is less scum in the world, and the world is a little bit more beautiful.
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The next day, Luke and Selina went to the Nassau County laboratory.
Not long after he entered the laboratory and before he started his formal work, Ginny called: "Are you in the laboratory?"
Luke smiled and said, "Okay, will you spy on me?"
Ginny sneered: "I was just in front of the office window and watched your car drive by. Do I have to pretend that I don't recognize your car?"
Luke curled his lips: Ginny¡¯s office is on the top 18th floor, so he can clearly see the car passing by on the road, does it belong to him? She really thinks that she is a gold nugget, and she is blind to krypton gold!
But he still said: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. Do you have anything to do with me?"
Ginny sighed helplessly: "Although the company's important documents show that you have read it, the stock acquisition plan has been completely completed, and you don't even care about it?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com