A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

It looks like an old dog.

Luke looked at the incoming call on Stryker's phone, raised an eyebrow, and held out his hand to Stryker: "Let me answer it?"

Stryker looked at Luke, who had a mischievous look on his face, smiled, and without thinking, handed the phone to Luke.

He and Whitehouse are no longer friends.

Lu Ke took the phone, answered it directly, and then put the phone to his ear.

really.

Whitehouse's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"William!"

"Not really!"

"..."

Whitehouse fell silent instantly on the other end of the phone.

Lu Ke smiled broadly.

"The Red Devil is dead. Next, you old dog, eat and drink well these next few days. In a few days, your career, your empire, your ambition will be destroyed."

"..."

Chapter 282 The Black Gem in the Basement (First Update!)

The Red Devil is dead.

For the rest of the days, eat and drink well.

Before long, you can destroy it just like that!

Holding the phone, Daniel Whitehead fell into a silent daze as Luke's emotionless words echoed in his mind.

Red Devil...

died?

How can it be!

He was a demon mutant of the Azazel clan, and wasn't he supposed to be retrieving a new batch of Hellfire Black Gems from Fat Demon tonight? How could he be dead!

correct!

Sentinel Special Operations Bureau.

Whitehead suddenly realized that he had called William Stryker, not Luke.

But Lu Ke is the one answering the phone right now.

this means……

really!

William Stryker still chose Luke.

damn it.

What kind of magic does this yellow-skinned monkey use to make you all support him but not me?

Gideon Malik.

Wolfgang von Stracck.

Anim Zola.

And then there's William Stryker right now.

Whitehorn recalled the fact that there were allies, both openly and secretly, supporting Luke this time, and just thinking about it made him feel a strong sense of resentment.

He couldn't understand where he fell short compared to Luke.

But right now, it's not a good time to think about such things.

As Luke said.

The Red Devil is dead; next up is him.

Whitehead knew Luke couldn't lie; if he said so, it meant that Red Devil's death was a foregone conclusion.

next second!

Whitehouse took a deep breath.

"Director Dan, perhaps we can have a proper talk!"

"..."

Luke was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but glance at Stryker next to him, and then burst into laughter.

His smile was very cheerful.

Because he was genuinely amused by Whitehead's remark.

"Maybe we can talk about it."

Luke repeated Whitehead's words in a strange tone, then chuckled as if to say, "Now we can talk. Where were you before, you old dog?"

obviously.

Whitehouse was genuinely scared.

Otherwise, given Whitehead's character, he certainly wouldn't have said such a thing.

talk?

TNM!

Lu Ke's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a cold laugh. "Old dog, I remember telling you that you can choose when this war begins, but when it ends is up to me. Now you're thinking of surrendering and losing half the battle? Let me tell you clearly, it's too late!"

Whitehouse's anger flared up once again as he listened to Luke's uncivilized use of the term "old dog" over the phone.

"Luke, do you really think that without the Red Devil, I'm just someone you can slaughter?"

"Yes!"

Luke gave an affirmative answer without hesitation: "Old dog, I've got your life in my hands. Even Jesus couldn't keep you here, I swear."

Whitehouse trembled with rage: "Fine, fine, fine, I'll see how you take my life!"

Done.

Whitehead exerted force once more, and with a thud, slammed the phone in his hand against the wall, turning him into a corpse.

Whitehead, his face flushed with anger, gripped the table with both hands, his eyes bloodshot: "The Red Devil..."

The words have not yet fallen.

He had originally planned to have the Red Devil bring Anna to him, but he suddenly realized that the Red Devil had only left recently and probably wouldn't be coming back.

Whitehouse's face turned grim once again, and he could only lift his foot and walk outside.

Malibu.

The winding road to heaven.

The Sentinel agents were busy cleaning the floor, carrying the obese, headless demon corpse on the first floor and the Red Devil corpse on the second floor onto the truck.

Luke listened to the dial tone again, then handed the phone back to William Stryker, shaking his head speechlessly: "How rude, hanging up without even saying hello."

Wasn't it incredibly rude of you to call Whitehead an old dog like that?

Stryker thought to himself, but didn't say anything. He simply put away his phone, looked at Luke, and said frankly, "Actually, you should have listened to his conditions just now."

Luke and Stryker turned and walked towards the door. Hearing this, Luke looked at Stryker with some curiosity: "William, I thought that you, who were deceived by this old dog and dragged into this mess, would hate me so much that you would want me to kill him. Moreover, now that you have chosen me, that old dog will definitely hold a grudge against you too."

Stryker nodded: "I know, but this suggestion is only from the perspective of a partner. You really should listen to his terms."

Luke shrugged: "I won't listen, I just want him dead."

That old dog Whitehoe has ruined so many of his plans.

such as……

He had originally planned that after restarting his genetic lock, he could accelerate the relocation of his inner universe, or find a way to slay a dragon, bathe in its blood, and restart his second genetic lock.

Although the cosmos cannot be moved in an instant, he can accelerate the migration process by creating Saint Cloths.

Let's say that.

It's just like downloading.

Lu Ke can speed up the download of Xiaoyuzhou by using a VPN.

There is also a second layer of gene lock.

If he could find a dragon, slay it, and bathe in its blood, he could unlock the second layer of his genetic lock and elevate the quality of his body to a new level. In this way, he would be able to contain even more soul power.

The results of it.

It was all ruined by that old dog Whitehoe.

"He must die!"

Luke's mind raced as he looked at Stryker with a serious expression: "If he doesn't die, my thoughts won't be clear. There's no room for discussion."

Stryker opened his mouth, thinking Luke was blaming him for speaking up for Whitehorse, and quickly explained, "What I mean is, Whitehorse is an old Hydra agent, and he even survived the Great Purge. A guy like that definitely still has cards to play. If we push him to the brink..."

Luke's lips curled up as he stood outside the house with Stryker, enjoying the Malibu sea breeze, and interrupted with a smile: "William, don't you think it's funny to watch an old dog being cornered and barking helplessly?"

He wanted to push Whitehead into a corner.

He spent a lot of time that could have been used to improve his own abilities playing with Whitehorse. So far, the assets Whitehorse might have lost to him could only be considered his earnings, but Whitehorse hadn't even paid him his hourly wages yet.

Lu Ke smiled and said, "I want to expose all his cards so that I can make sure I don't leave anything behind when I take over."

Seeing this, Stryker decided not to say anything more.

After all, Luke had already made up his mind, and if he said anything more, it would be bad if this solid and powerful ally thought he was a soft-hearted person.

Lu Ke has always displayed such ruthlessness and decisiveness; if he were to act timidly, it would seem very incongruous.

Stryker took out cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to Luke. The two then watched the Sentinel agents who were finishing up their work.