Chapter 844: Assassins, From Real Life, and Better Than Real Life
Hudson: ...Do you think I’m an idiot? That’s a damn anti-slip handle! No matter how slippery it is, there’s no way this thing would fly across half the room and smash through the wall!
When his eyes fell on the young man’s hands, however, he imdiately stepped back and bumped into his friends.
Walking to the door, Luke took the hamr out of the wall and smiled at the hooligans outside the door. “What’s up?”
They looked at how he was holding a sledgehamr in his right hand and an electric cutter in his left, and they stepped back.
If his hands slipped again, they would die.
After they took two steps back, a black shadow fell from the sky.
Bang! Bang!
There was a dull thud as a gray black substance sprayed over the ground.
“Oh dear, my hand slipped too. It didn’t kill anyone, did it?” A pleasant female voice ca from the second floor.
If it were any other ti, the hooligans would instantly be full of sweet talk at this voice.
Everybody, however, sweated hard and retreated a few ters to look up.
However, although the window on the second floor was open, nobody could be seen.
There was an overturned cent bucket where they had been standing before, and it was the cent inside that now covered the ground.
By a conservative estimate, the bucket of cent weighed ten kilograms.
If they hadn’t stepped back just now, it would’ve hit soone in the head.
Temple, who was sitting in the car, smiled bitterly.
She knew that the young couple wasn’t that simple.
Those who didn’t lack money but dared to live in Clinton either had blind guts or were very capable.
Given how relaxed and smart the couple were, they definitely weren’t the forr.
Just now, she had seen Selina take a look out the window on the second floor, before bringing the bucket of cent over and throwing it down.
Her temper wasn’t as charming as her voice.
The leader, Hudson, had it the worst.
His head had almost been smashed open by the sledgehamr, and he was the closest to the cent, which had already turned his snow-white sneakers a splotchy gray.
Luke smiled apologetically. “Sorry for dirtying your shoes. How about you take them off and I’ll send them to the drycleaners?”
Hudson was about to fly into a rage, when he saw Charlie and Raqael standing by the door with anxious expressions, gesturing and mouthing silently at him.
The three of them often played together, and the way the two were gesturing was like a bucket of cold water over his head.
Hudson forced a smile and bowed. “So- sorry to bother you when you’re renovating. I have other things to do, so I won’t trouble you with the shoes. I know soone at the drycleaners, I’ll do it myself. Goodbye.”
He backed away as he spoke, and was eight to ten ters away before he turned around and ran off.
What a joke! Charlie and Raqael had been telling him: Run away. This is a “professional” who can kill you.
Clinton had poor law and order because there were many people with gray or even black characters who lived here.
Compared with those who killed for a living, or those super villains who killed for fun, hooligans like them could be considered good citizens.
It wouldn’t be the first ti that hooligans who didn’t know their place pissed off the wrong people, only to have their entire families killed the next day.
They were just half-grown kids who could only rob passersby and steal things; they didn’t dare fight such a ruthless professional.
Just like that, the seven or eight hooligans ran off, leaving behind a trail of gray cent on the sidewalk.
Luke turned his head and looked at the two relieved kids on the side. “It seems those were your friends. Then, you’re responsible for cleaning up this ss. Don’t damage New York’s public hygiene.”
Charlie and Raqael looked at the cent which Luke was pointing at. “What?”
Wasn’t it that hot-tempered beauty who threw down the bucket? She was the one who ruined public hygiene. How did it have anything to do with them?
Charlie imdiately raised his hand. “Boss, they’re not our friends.”
Luke smiled at him. “Really? Then, it’s very likely that my hand will slip the next ti I see them.”
His sledgehamr seed to stir when he said that.
Charlie looked at the lively hamr and swallowed.
After struggling with his thoughts for a mont, he nodded painfully. “I’m sorry. I rembered wrongly. They are indeed my friends. I’ll clean this up.”
Although he wasn’t as close to Hudson as he was to Raqael, they had grown up together, and he didn’t want to see their heads explode.
He was being obedient now because Luke had talked with his cousin, Temple, a few tis in the last few days, and he didn’t deliberately keep his voice down.
From their conversations, Charlie heard Luke and Selina ntion the nas of several bigshots in the Clinton area.
But when they talked about these people, Luke and Selina weren’t like everyone else, who either bragged or asked around about them.
Instead, they wanted to verify these bigshots’ “glorious achievents” with Temple.
Also, when Charlie had been cleaning up the trash on the roof a few days ago, he happened to see Selina on the fifth floor with a bag.
His nose twitched, and he could confirm that there was a strong sll of gun oil from the bag.
Looking at the shape and size of the bag, he was certain that it could only be a gun inside.
Also, there were at least two rifles or shotguns in this big bag.
Normal people couldn’t keep rifles at ho, and most gang mbers usually only had pistols.
Those who liked to keep rifles at ho were usually military fans, professional gang mbers, rcenaries, or assassins.
Charlie was leaning toward the last possibility.
Unlike with other professions, where a fierce appearance was the best, assassins needed a harmless-looking disguise, which would save them a lot of trouble.
After a few days of interaction, Charlie realized that both Luke and Selina were very strong, and he was even more certain that they were “professionals.”
Thus, even though he had to work very hard, he didn’t dare leave.
Charlie felt a chill run down his spine when he thought of how Luke had said that he was a man of principles.
If he took this assassin’s money and ran off, what if the man killed him free of charge?
He even told his cousin, Temple, about his guess. She stared at him for a long ti like he was an idiot, before she said, “Read more books when you have ti. Don’t watch those assassin movies all the ti.”
Charlie could only feel depressed. He and his cousin had never been on the sa wavelength. They didn’t have anything in common.
Didn’t she understand that movies ca from real life, and were even better than that?
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