Luke watched the bald man's car disappear into the bend of the road, and then let go of the fleshy earlobe of the future female painter: "Okay, let's go." ”

Yelena was dazed: "Huh? ”

Luke: "You don't know anything about this tonight, don't mention it to anyone." ”

Elena: "Huh? ”

Luke drove the car onto the highway and said, "The gunshot just now should have been made by some people who were doing black work." You know what black work is, right? ”

Elena thought about the movie she had seen: "Murderous villain? ”

Luke nodded, "Almost." But whether it's them or the people who were attacked, there are basically rules. If it is not necessary, they will not intersect with ordinary people, and it is safest for you to treat them as if they do not exist. ”

Elena was silent for a moment, and suddenly reached out and pressed his hand: "You, often face these people and things, right?" ”

Luke pondered for a moment, but still shook his head: "Most of the time, I just make soy sauce in the police station, and I usually call SWAT to kill such powerful people." ”

Yelena sneered, "Lie to me again." ”

She wasn't Margaret's innocent master, just thinking about Luke's actions when he heard the gunshots, it wasn't something ordinary police detectives could do.

Calm, calm, and able to make a little joke, if he hadn't experienced something similar, how could he have behaved so easily.

She even felt that Luke didn't care about it and notified the New Jersey police because he was with her.

Luke didn't want to be photographed for her safety, so how could he take risks while she was walking.

Thinking so in her heart, she couldn't help but hold his hand tightly.

Luke, sensing her mood swings, didn't say anything, just smiled and squeezed her hand in response.

The Ford disappeared into the night.

……

At nine o'clock in the morning of the 24th, Luke took a shower and gave a deep goodbye kiss to the future female painter who was still asleep, in exchange for her confused response.

Yelena slept very late last night, and this morning when it was almost dawn, she was pulled by him to drink morning coffee together, and she was in a state of catching up sleep at the moment.

This is also what she asked for herself.

When she came back last night, she said that she had a new inspiration, and that it was quiet in the college during the holidays, and she just turned her inspiration into works, so she had a lot of time to sleep during this vacation.

Covering her with a quilt that she likes to make, Luke leaves Paland College.

After paying off his rented Ford Explorer, he got on the subway and drove home to his New Jersey cottage.

When he got home, he asked, "Gary, did you find out where those people came from last night?" In particular, those two key objectives. ”

He had transmitted the video taken by the drone to Gary last night and gave the order to track it down.

"Sir, the first villa belongs to John West, which is the identity ID of the first key target, but some of the documents for this identity are suspected to be forged, so the identity is suspicious." Gary immediately began to explain: "And seven of the twelve attackers in the villa, NYPD materials indicate that they belong to the Tarasov family of the Russian gang." ”

Luke snorted.

The Tarasov family is a very well-known Russian gang, which is more shady than ordinary gangs, but their sphere of influence does not include the Clinton District, and he has not yet been cleaned up.

"What about the second goal?" He asked.

"That little building belongs to Frank Messis, and that's the identity ID of the second key target. The identity documents are complete, but some of them are also suspected to be artificial, but the means are more sophisticated, so his identity is also doubtful. Of the 15 attackers, 10 had a record of military service, three of whom were on active duty and five belonged to a U.S. defense company that had long been contracted overseas for various military operations. ”

Luke sneered: "Mercenaries? ”

To put it mildly, they are so-called military contractors, and to put it bluntly, they are mercenaries or battlefield hyenas, often helping certain American agencies do dirty work.

"It's more than 85 percent likely, sir." Gary said.

"Rank these two targets as a general concern and let me know if there is further information." When Luke heard this, he was not very interested.

For the time being, he doesn't plan to get involved in these two things, and if he has the opportunity to check it again in the future, if any party has experience points sent to the door, he doesn't mind accepting it.

For now, he'd better spend Christmas in peace.

After washing his hands, he went into the kitchen, put the food that needed to be baked and baked, snacks into the kitchen, set the time, and began to make breakfast for himself.

After just thinking about it for a while, he decided to simply eat a bowl of noodles and serve it with an ordinary pot meat.

Selena has never had much interest in noodles, and occasionally eats pasta.

The special Sichuan dish of green pepper back to the pot meat also didn't get her taste buds, and Luke was too lazy to make it alone.

Today he was alone, and he had to eat a big meal in the evening, and finally remembered the noodles and back to the pot meat that he had not seen for a long time.

I searched in the refrigerator and found a box of frozen shrimp, large tongs of Alaskan king crab, a large piece of pork belly, and two chicken thighs, which were the main ingredients.

Then the side dishes are green peppers, shiitake mushrooms, cucumbers, tomatoes, onions, and baby greens.

Cut the pork belly into large slices and thin, without too much base oil, just stir-fry its own oil, and then add green peppers to stir-fry the pot, and the green peppers are ready to return to the pot.

There are countless ways to make this classic Sichuan dish, and the ingredients are even more varied, but the real essence is in a few details, as well as the control of the heat.

With the same ingredients, the taste of a chef and an ordinary culinary enthusiast is completely different.

Luke's plate is only a little better than the fly restaurant in Sichuan, and he just satisfies his hunger.

Then the shrimp and crab are put into the oil pan respectively, and after frying, they show a beautiful red color, and they are scooped up for later use.

Cook the chicken thighs and tear them into thin strips, the same set aside.

When two catties of frozen noodles are put into a pot of boiling water, he then dices the vegetables, pours oil and stir-fry the minced garlic, pours the chopped tomatoes, onions, and shiitake mushrooms into it and stir-frys, slightly reduces the juice and turns off the heat for later use.

At this time, the noodles are almost cooked, scoop them up and pass them with cold water, drain them in a strainer, and pour them all into a basin.

Pose the red shrimp, shelled white and tender crab meat, chicken strips, cucumber slices, and baby greens on the noodles, and then pour the fried tomatoes, onions, and mushroom juice on top.

A simple single bowl of noodles, ordinary back to the pot meat.

A quick breakfast and that's it!

Selena, who is insensitive to noodles, is not there, nor is a certain dog head at the bottomless pit level, and Luke can take his time to enjoy this simple breakfast.

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he took out a lemon from the side and cut it, and squeezed the lemon juice evenly on the shrimp and crab on the noodle bowl.

I saw that this bowl of noodles is mostly beautiful red, dotted with green materials.

The plate of pork on the side is a green green pepper with slightly browned slices.

The two just form a color correspondence and complementarity, perfect!