A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

Forget it.

Maybe I should just fly directly from Sacramento to Washington, D.C.

Pan Ning was so preoccupied that he barely heard what Lu Ke said next.

"kill."

"..."

Pan Ning, who was thinking about calling his fiancée and asking her to transfer a change fee so he could change his ticket from Sacramento to Washington, D.C., nodded subconsciously.

next second.

Pan Ning's eyes widened, and she glared at Lu Ke sitting opposite her.

"What the hell? Murder."

"Ah."

Lu Ke held his wine glass with both hands, sipping his bourbon, and appreciating the somewhat amused expression on Pan Ning's face: "What's wrong? This isn't the first time."

Pan Ning suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Who to kill?"

"The FBI's new California director, Anron Miller!"

"..."

Pan Ning was completely dumbfounded.

Luke laughed.

The first time he and Penning flew to Sacramento, it was to kill someone—the FBI's California director, no less.

This was the second time he had flown with Pan Ning, also to Sacramento, and this time it was for murder.

Skillful!

This time, the FBI's California director was killed again.

really.

He seems to be a natural nemesis to the boss.

Lu Ke felt a pang of sadness upon thinking about this.

When Pan Ning heard Lu Ke make no attempt to hide the purpose of this return flight, she became even more nervous: "No, Director Miller just promoted us."

He felt that it was best to be polite.

If someone slaps you, Pan Ning thinks that not only killing them, but throwing them into a volcano wouldn't be too much to ask.

But no sooner had the new director promoted and given them a raise than they turned around and went to chop him up.

Pan Ning's expression was strange.

"Lu Ke, do you think what we're doing is appropriate?"

"What's inappropriate about it?"

Lu Ke looked at Pan Ning curiously: "Besides, do you need a reason to kill someone?"

Pan Ning opened his mouth.

"Don't you need a reason?"

"Uh……"

Lu Ke thought about it seriously for a moment, then looked at Pan Ning and shook his head earnestly and solemnly: "We needed it last year, but we don't need it this year."

Last year, he hadn't unlocked his genetic potential yet, so he had to consider everything in the context of unlocking his genetic potential, wondering if it would delay his unlocking process.

This year……

He has evolved.

Perhaps he isn't qualified to say "I don't eat beef" to the Ancient One yet, but apart from that, Luke feels he can say "I don't eat beef" to anyone.

and so!

What a scheme!

Die for me.

Nick Fury still had some use, so Luke spared him from killing him out of consideration for his partner Alexander.

But Daniel Whitehead?

Alexander Pierce wanted him dead.

Dr. Zola wanted Daniel Whitehead and Alexander Pierce to die together.

Jia Ying and Carl also wished for Daniel Whitehead to die.

Luke is the same.

Therefore, just like when the righteous people see a lone villain disciple, they will shout, "When dealing with the demonic disciples, there is no need to talk about chivalry; let's all fight side by side!"

There's no need to resort to any schemes or tricks when dealing with Daniel Whitehead.

trouble.

Too much trouble.

Lu Ke still prefers a simple and straightforward approach.

Go back to Chief Anron Miller. If he reveals Daniel Whitehead's whereabouts, all will be well. But if he doesn't, then chop him up, then send your soul out of your body back to Hel's Underworld and ask Hela to help extract Anron Miller's memories so he can see them for himself.

If not yet.

That's just right.

By chopping up Anlen Miller and then provoking Daniel Whitehead, a message can be sent to him.

That is……

Luke beckoned to Daniel Whitehouse from a distance.

call out:

You! Come here!!

Once this ultimate move to attract hatred is unleashed, Luke doesn't believe Daniel Whitehead can hold back.

Unless he's a coward.

Luke smiled, omitting Daniel Whitehead's name and the existence of Hale Hades, and glanced concisely at the dazed-looking Pan Ning and the strangely expressionful Cipher, taking a sip of his bourbon: "How about it, my plan, perfect, right?"

As always, it's simple and straightforward.

Emphasize one word.

Efficient!

Cipher's expression was strange: "I don't know if the plan is perfect or not, but if you actually do it, he will definitely be furious."

If Luke killing Roland Fury would only anger Daniel Whitehead...

But if he were to chop off another one of his men, there would be no doubt that, in Daniel Whitehead's eyes, this would be tantamount to taking off his pants and urinating on his head.

Daniel Whitehead will probably be furious when he finds out.

Luke listened to Cipher's reply with a smile: "This is exactly the effect I wanted. It seems you agree with my plan."

When did I say I agreed with your plan?

Cipher was slightly taken aback.

Just as she was about to speak, Pan Ning, who had been looking dazed, couldn't hold back any longer and turned to look at Cipher: "You agree to this plan?"

Cipher opened his mouth: "I didn't..."

Pan Ning didn't seem to intend to listen to Cipher's answer. After speaking, he turned to look at Luke, took a deep breath, and said, "How about we wait a little longer?"

Luke is not someone who cannot listen to any opinions.

"What are you waiting for?"

"At least wait until we both get our appointments..."

"Ding dong!"

"Ding dong!"

Two identical notification sounds came from Lu Ke's and Pan Ning's phones.

Luke took out his phone and opened the FBI internal system that had just sent him the notification.

into the eye.

The latest appointments of Luke and Penning have been officially announced after being signed by the new director, Anron Miller.

at this time.

Pan Ning's phone rang again; it was a call from a friend in New York State.

"Hey!"

“An hour ago, didn’t you ask if our Assistant Chief of Operations was still there? He was here five minutes ago, but he’s gone now. He died in the hospital after failed resuscitation efforts.”

"..."

Pan Ning silently hung up the phone, looked up, and met Lu Ke's gaze.

Lu Ke looked at Pan Ning thoughtfully: "What did you just say you were waiting for?"

Pan Ning took a deep breath, shifted his gaze from Lu Ke to the approaching Sacramento Airport outside the plane window.

“Lu Ke”.

"what happened?"

"Lend me five hundred dollars. Once I land, let me off the plane. I'm flying straight to Washington."

Forget it.

Drop whatever you like.