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

For example, Kincaid's pension guys are all in it, which fully shows that this list is unreliable.

Luke also asked the old guy yesterday through secret contact channels, and it turned out that Wade had at least eight "legendary" killers on his list.

To be exact, they have all left legends in the killer world, but they have not been heard from for several years, or they have confirmed their retirement or death.

One of them, John Wick, is the acquaintance Kincaid mentioned to Luke last time, who retired a few years ago and got married.

He, like Kincaid, is simply not going to come out and take on the mission.

What's even more nonsense is that there are a few acquaintances on this list.

Redback Spider Rebecca, Mr. X, Firefox, Cross, all of these are, or have been, the name killers of mutual aid societies.

I don't know where Wade got their names and put them on the list.

Of course, Luke knew that they would not come to kill him, because detachment and infighting had been the main theme of the mutual aid society this year.

Mr. X was even killed by Luke himself, could he turn into a ghost and trouble Luke?

In view of Wade's outrageous, Luke smiled in front of him, turned around and wrote a black account to this guy.

Thanks to Wade, there are still a lot of advantages, otherwise Luke wouldn't mind killing this kind of guy who gives false information.

In his life, he is not afraid of informants who ask for high prices, and the liars who are most annoyed by false information.

Therefore, he originally planned to provoke the killer tour group that gathered in New York alone, but the night before yesterday it became the current double V plan.

Anyway, Luke has money, and he really doesn't think that some mercenary who wants money has the perseverance to resist the temptation of 2.5 million cash.

plus 2.5 million after the fact, double 250, which is very suitable for Wade, a slut.

Of course, he didn't intend to trap Wade.

The sin of the mouth is not unto death.

Well, it's still that Luke rarely deals with Wade, otherwise he would also have the idea that "it's better for the cheap-mouthed person to die".

Not surprisingly, Wade will have to suffer a lot tonight.

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

Luke watched Gary on the virtual light screen, constantly changing and perfecting the action plan, and took a sip of Pu'er in front of him: "I hope there aren't too many smart people." ”

There are too many smart people in the killer group, and his experience points will be greatly reduced tonight, which is undoubtedly a waste of these days of preparation and planning.

Looking at the level of up to 3,000,000 levels of upgrade experience, Luke felt that he still had to work hard.

Well, Wade and Wisso, the two obscene friends, also have to work hard!

……

At this moment, Viso in Harlem was looking at the various people who came in his bar one after another with a bewildered expression, and the cold hairs on his body stood up.

Although his bar opens at noon, most people choose to show up after five o'clock.

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

And as time went on, more and more strangers appeared at his bar.

The bar, which usually accommodates more than 30 people, was crowded with 60 people before 6:30 p.m.

Strangely, these people came alone, and they didn't mean to talk to anyone else.

Moreover, these people either ask for water or drinks, and occasionally they don't touch a sip of alcohol, and most of them just sit there and play with their mobile phones.

If that's all there is to it, Viso has nothing to complain about.

The afternoon was not the peak time for him to sell fake wine, so it didn't matter if he didn't order the second round.

But looking at the more than thirty "familiar" faces among these strangers, Viso felt that he was afraid that the East Window incident had happened—yes, these thirty people were all in the killer information he gave to Luke.

Are they all here to settle accounts with themselves? But it's not like more than 30 people coming together!

But why didn't they do it? Viso was drumming in his heart, his legs were trembling slightly, but he didn't dare to make any moves, so he could only stay obediently in the bar.

No one asked for drinks, no one talked, and the bar was as quiet as a graveyard.

Several regular customers of the bar felt the strange atmosphere and resolutely got up and slipped away.

These black workers, who are much more sensitive to danger than ordinary people, have long noticed that these strangers are not easy to mess with.

Veso doesn't die, it has nothing to do with them, just don't send him to death.

Just as Viso stood stiff and broke out in a cold sweat on his back, his cell phone rang suddenly.

The originally quiet bar suddenly heard a pin drop, and everyone's eyes fell on him.

Viso was so creepy that he didn't dare to move a single hair on his body, just standing in the bar with a rag in one hand.

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

He noticed that many people had disappointed looks in their eyes.

Suddenly, the phone rang again.

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

Viso remained unretiring.

"Hurry up and answer the phone, turn on speakerphone, or you'll die." A voice of pent-up anger rang out in the crowd.

Viso was stunned, looked at the people who still didn't move, and finally took out his mobile phone and pressed the answer button and the hands-free button.

"V will appear in the mud pool in the southwest corner of Staten Island at half past six in the afternoon, and remember to call the account I left you for the information fee of 500,000 yuan." A female voice quickly finished the sentence and hung up the phone.

Viso: "Huh? ”

There was a ding-dong sound, and a text message prompt sounded.

With this sound, the bar suddenly came to life.

Everyone began to get up and made their way quickly to the door.

Viso stared at all of this in a daze, his mind confused: what the hell is going on?

Until a woman walked up to him and held out her hand: "Bring the phone." ”

Viso subconsciously handed over the phone.

The woman frowned: "Put it down." ”

Viso hurriedly complied.

The woman took out a tissue, with a look of disgust, picked up the phone through the tissue, clicked on the text message and glanced at it, then took out her titanium mobile phone and clicked a picture, threw down Viso's Nokia bricks and left.

After more than ten seconds, Viso withdrew his gaze from the door, looked at the bar that was as deserted as a real haunted house, and shivered: "I'm not a ghost, am I?" What the hell is going on? ”

……

Luke looked at the picture on the drone video, and the corners of his mouth curled: With this amount, today's harvest should not be too small.

Selena's voice came: "In addition to the sixty-five people in the bar, there are seven people outside the bar, who should be the killers of some partner action." ”

"Got it, I'll be careful." Luke chuckled, "Besides, don't I have the "strongest" teammate tonight!" I believe in him. ”