Chapter 1061: The New Real Estate Project
Luke handed the files to Sponge, and continued to perfect the Thousand Faces mask.
It probably wouldn’t be long before Frank’s matter was resolved.
For now, the most important thing for him was still the face-changing program.
Once he was done with this, he would be able to sneak into the belly of the underworld without anyone noticing. He would be able to find out from the inside how many human-shaped monsters with experience points were hiding in the shadows.
However, searching for and helping Frank out hadn’t been for nothing.
He had obtained more than 4,000 experience points from the past few days. Currently, his experience was 57,500 / 300,000, and his credit points were 85,200.
Besides, there was still the final boss, the drug lord Blacksmith, waiting to be harvested.
Even if he handed this person over to Frank to deal with personally, Blacksmith still had a large stash of illegal drugs, so the experience and credit points from destroying them should be no less than for killing this person.
This guy had always sold drugs by the ton. He definitely wasn’t like those small gangs who only had a few kilograms in stock – how could a big boss be that shabby?
If he were to dump a few tons of goods into the sewers… Hm, no, that wouldn’t work. Luke immediately dismissed the idea.
If they did that, they would be producing a large number of rat addicts in the sewers.
It would be best to throw the goods into the ocean further away. At the same time, he could also get rid of the pile of ‘trash’ in his inventory.
The Ghost Eater had returned with a vengeance during these two operations, and there really was quite a lot of ‘trash’ in his inventory.
As someone with OCD, he didn’t want this ‘trash’ to stay in his inventory for too long; he felt that it was a waste of s.p.a.ce.
As the saying went, flowing water wouldn’t rot.
After dealing with the trash, the inventory was ready for the face-changing program.
This would be a long-term “transaction.”
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After Luke was done adjusting the Thousand Faces mask, Luke and Selina went to work the next day.
In the next few days, Luke and Selina reported in on their own every now and then so that everyone could get used to them not coming in together in the morning.
Luke’s aloof real-life personality made it easier for him to carry out his plan.
There were many people in the police station who were on good terms with him, but there were few he would take the personal time out for.
The people from Los Angeles were all very busy. They had just had a gathering a few days ago, so it was unlikely that they would gather again any time soon.
In the police department, John McClane and Joe Lambert, these two old fellows, could be considered the only two whom Luke was close to.
However, John and his ex-wife had fallen out again, and he wasn’t doing great. He was hungover at work, and probably wasn’t in the mood to go out drinking with Luke.
It was hard for a middle-aged divorced man in his thirties to lower his head and tell a 19-year-old young man about the ups and downs of his family life.
On the other hand, Luke and Selina’s efforts started to pay off.
Frank attacked twice more, but no longer left any bodies behind, and didn’t create a bigger panic. The alert level at NYPD had already been downgraded.
As for the conflict between the Tarasov family and John Wick, although it was more intense, the Tarasov family hadn’t collapsed yet, so they were very conscious about cleaning up after themselves.
Without bodies or a lot of witnesses, gunshots and a few pools of blood were nothing in New York.
While they couldn’t find the murderer in the two cases which Dustin gave to them, they didn’t feel pressured either.
The chief of the Detective Bureau and his two loyal subordinates saved the NYPD police force a lot of effort.
In fact, no one was interested in rocking the boat.
The big shots and the small soldiers just pretended nothing was happening, and enjoyed the pretense of peace and prosperity.
…
In the afternoon, Luke returned to his house in Clinton, and dropped in at the office opposite.
Foggy and Matt were there, but they didn’t look too happy.
Foggy’s previous client, Grote, had disappeared off the face of the earth, and he had seen with his own eyes Daredevil and Punisher fighting at the docks. His feelings were a mess.
Lawyer Matt was sulking.
Whether it was because he felt incompetent, or because he was angry with the Punisher for acting recklessly, or because of Puncher’s “betrayal,” who knew.
After making sure that the two lawyers hadn’t been hit too hard by these unexpected blows, Luke made some idle talk about the community reconstruction and asked about the progress of the volunteer program.
At that point, Foggy revealed that a new real estate project would be launched in the Clinton area, along with a charity fund to help relocate residents.
Luke looked at Foggy and Matt. “What’s the problem?”
Foggy glanced at Matt, and got up to close the office door. “Matt and I have a feeling that this is a follow-up of the previous demolition attempt.”
Luke thought for a moment. “Like when the renovation workers went to Elena’s place and tried to force her to move out?”
Foggy nodded. “Yes. These people are still after the apartment building where Elena lives. We’ve checked the terms of the newly established charity relocation fund, and it looks more like it was made to get people out as soon as possible. There are a lot of issues with the terms, and it’s likely that the people being relocated won’t get the money they expected.”
Luke wasn’t interested in these legal issues. He asked directly, “What do you plan to do?”
Matt shook his head with a bitter smile. “The problem is that we don’t have a good solution. If the other party does stay true to the conditions offered in the contract, most people will choose to move, and the few that remain won’t be a problem; the other party can use a few small tricks to legally force them out.”
Foggy sighed as well. “Even if we tell the residents about the problems with the contract, many of them won’t believe it. After all, they can get more than 100,000 dollars for moving out; even if there’s a risk that the amount might be a little less, it’s tempting.”
Luke spread his hands. “You’re the professionals here. I can’t help much. Try your best to help them fight for better conditions.”
The two lawyers could only go with this suggestion.
They didn’t actually have much hope that Luke could help them with this problem when they told him about it, and were just giving him a heads-up in relation to the community reconstruction program.
When they went downstairs, Selina asked, “Are you really not going to do anything about it?”
Luke said, “Ask Little Snail to check the company’s background. If there’s an issue, tell Foggy and Matt. We can’t stop the residents who want to make a quick buck. As long as Foggy and Matt continue to focus on the present and not the future, and ensure that the money’s in the bag, whoever wants to move can do so. This isn’t a great place to begin with.”
Selina suddenly had a thought. “Do you think there’s treasure under the apartment building? Like a vault full of gold left behind from World War II, like in the movies?”
Luke glanced at her. “Girl, your brain muscles are getting a workout.”
Selina was stunned. “Brain muscles… what?”
Luke chuckled. “I’m admiring your strength. Your muscles have grown into your head.”
Realization dawned on Selina, and she spat at him. “You’re the one with just muscles in your head! You’re covered in muscles all over. No, that’s more like a compliment…”
Luke smiled, but didn’t say anything. He was a real muscleman! He wasn’t any smaller than Selina under his T-s.h.i.+rt.
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