Hallie looked at her sister, paying attention to her expression and subtle body movements, "Yelena and he are quite compatible, right, so you want to find a boyfriend too?" ”

Margaret couldn't help but think seriously for a moment, and shook her head not very firmly: "No, no." I just think he's pretty good, and I feel happy to be with him. ”

Hallie frowned, that wasn't a good answer.

Her sister is innocent, but she is decisive and scared to death.

The last time Margaret married William Johnson, the whole family didn't know.

It wasn't until she approached Harley herself for help that Harley learned that she was married, and that her unmasked "brother-in-law" was dead.

But what can be done about it?

People who study art don't talk about logic when their emotions come.

"Oh." Hallie just replied lightly, and immediately changed the subject: "How about that art exhibition in the afternoon?" ”

Margaret's attention was immediately diverted, and she said excitedly: "Sister, someone has taken a fancy to Monroe's two paintings, and they have paid a very high price." ”

Hallie snorted, "How tall?" ”

Margaret: "One hundred and twenty thousand weeping maidens, eight hundred thousand shattered time and space." ”

Hallie sighed, the corners of her mouth curled, "Lindsay did a good job." ”

Margaret was dazed: "Huh? ”

Although Lindsay is helping Monroe hold an art exhibition, but this painting sells for a high price, shouldn't it be that Monroe painted it well?

Hallie was not interested in explaining to her innocent sister what "to" was and what operations were.

For this younger sister, who is worth more than 100 million yuan, painting is just pure art, and it has nothing to do with these commercial operations.

But for Hallie, the news had a little impact.

A few days ago, two paintings, said to be Monroe's masterpieces, had been transferred to Hallie as a private gift.

Although it is not these two pieces, she can imagine that the "price" of Monroe's official work is at least a few hundred thousand dollars.

The two giveaways that are still in the exhibition start at a price of 1 million US dollars.

Lindsay, this woman, is quite clever in buying people! Harry's heart fluttered slightly, and it quickly disappeared.

Her mind is not on money.

As a psychiatrist, she is not short of money.

After Margaret, a little widow with a net worth of hundreds of millions, came to New York, she insisted that all living expenses be paid by her fund account.

Faced with Lindsay's change of form and the "million" benefit fee, Hallie was just a little surprised, but she didn't lose her temper about it.

Lindsay, the woman, can keep in touch, but be careful not to let Margaret get too close to her.

Politicians are completely untrustworthy.

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

……

Luke, who drove away, didn't know what the sisters Harley and Margaret were talking about, and he continued his walk around New York City with Yelena.

It wasn't until eight o'clock in the evening that the two left for the return to Paland College.

On the outskirts of North Bergen, Luke's phone on his chest vibrated slightly.

The simple monitoring system, which is temporarily attached to the outside of the car, finds some special conditions and immediately alerts him.

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, and it is better than nothing.

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

There were gunshots.

They were in the direction of Luke's view, and they were no more than thirty meters away from them.

The gunfire was not intensive, but it was coherent.

In the time between Luke's discovery and firing a few tens of meters, there were already seven or eight shots, indicating that there was more than one participant in the shootout.

Elena didn't notice his movements, nor did she hear the almost inaudible gunshots, and continued to adjust the photos on her phone, preparing to send him a few as screensavers.

After thinking about it, Luke slapped the steering wheel and turned into the neighborhood street next to him.

Yelena looked up: "What's wrong?" ”

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

Yelena immediately raised her hand and patted it on him, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned: "I have to rest well tonight, so I won't give you coffee." ”

Luke Waner parked the car in the open space on the side of the road, unbuckled Yelena's seat belt, and picked her up and laid her flat on his lap: "Are you sure?" ”

Yelena exclaimed, "Ah, what are you going to do!" There was a smile in her eyes.

Luke's head leaned up, blocking her whispering.

Behind Yelena, the fake phone had been placed on the dashboard, and a series of freshly analyzed information had been swiped on it.

At least five people were shot, and the exchange of fire took place in a small luxury villa more than 20 meters away.

The headset has been connected to the New Jersey police communication channel, and someone called the police to say that it was "very noisy".

But in a matter of moments, the gunfire stopped completely, and it was clear that the battle in the villa was over.

Luke unleashes a micro-drone directly outside the car from the storage space and gives the command to enter the villa to reconnoitre.

The micro-drone vanished and slipped into the villa through a glass door that had been punctured by a bullet.

A moment later, Luke saw a disheveled man, with a little flesh wound on his face, sitting on the ground gasping for breath.

There was a man in black lying on the ground in front of him, with a saber stuck in his heart, and this one must have been cold.

Luke held the delicate but fleshy female painter in his arms, but he pondered in his heart.

The man in black with a knife in his heart is definitely not a policeman.

This man was wearing a black suit and a black hood, which was obviously not the right mix.

So he's not an agent for SWAT, the Secret Service, or some department.

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

There were twelve dead, all in black suits and black hoods, and they died in this bungalow villa.

Luke's combat experience is too rich, and the one-to-many experience is countless, just a few glances, you can roughly understand the process of fighting.

After these masked black suits entered the villa, they were broken by the man one by one, and the counter-kill was successful, and none of them escaped.

Top Players! Luke made a comment about the only man alive in the villa.

The drone quickly entered a basement entrance, where an eight-pound sledgehammer swept over the screen, as well as a smashed concrete floor with a large open box containing weapons.

That's not the point.

The focus is on the neat rows of coin-like things on the sides of the weapons.

However, unlike regular coins, they exude a golden color.

Luke squinted, this thing, how does it look like that thing from the Continental Hotel?

Yelena whispered, "Don't, don't be here." ”

Luke, letting go of his slightly tightened hand, stroked her back, signaling that he didn't mean anything further.

At this time, the red and blue lights came from far and near, and a patrol police car with flashing police lights but not turning off the alarm stopped in front of the villa.

A patrolman got out of the car and rang the doorbell.