Chapter 922 (2/2)

”Yes, it is.” The pleasure of killing damico, the great enemy, has gradually faded, and a sense of emptiness is rapidly growing in Damon's mind.

What can I do without damico? He couldn't help but live in his heart and ask himself.

More than a decade of hard work has come to an end tonight.

On this night of revenge, Damon found that he had no idea about the future.

Mindy looked at her father and couldn't help caring. ”Dad, are you ok? Why don't you feel happy?”

Damon lost a moment and sighed.

It's just a revenge, and when it's done, it's just a relief.

Happy? Does not exist.

Even the pleasure of revenge lasted only a moment after Miko's head blossomed.

In fact, when he left the rooftop, Luke noticed that he was not in the right state, so he asked his father and daughter to leave first and let him clean the floor.

On the way back, Damon almost drove his car into the river, and finally had to let minty drive home.

At this time, the door was knocked.

Both father and daughter looked at the monitoring screen and found a familiar figure.

”I'll open the door.” Mindy immediately put the painting in her hand on the table and ran away. She was not used to her father's present state.

She can't say that, but Dad suddenly decadent, a lazy look.Opening the door, Luke came in with a big bag.

”And your father?” He asked.

Mindy pointed to the open chamber and whispered, ”it's as if I'm in a trance there and suddenly I'm not happy.”

Hearing this, Luke's original good mood also slightly converged: ”I'll go and have a look.”

Throwing his bag on the coffee table in the living room, he went to the door of the secret room, looked at Damon, who was dazed with a stack of paintings. He bent his fingers and knocked on the door of the secret room: ”why, tired?”

When Damon heard his voice, he finally picked himself up a little: ”here you are, sit down.”

”No.” Luke waved, his eyes and mind were watching Damon, and soon laughed.

”When you solve damico, you feel like you have nothing to do, and you lose your goal in life?” He asked.

Facing V, Damon had nothing to hide: ”before minty was born, when I was a little policeman, I vowed to catch damico. Now that he's finally dead, I'm no longer a policeman. ”

Luke nodded, ”so, do you want to retire or retire?”

Damon hesitated, or shook his head: ”I don't know, now there is no idea in his mind.”

Luke pondered for a moment, then his eyes fell on the painting in his hand, and suddenly said, ”well, how about becoming a cartoonist later?”

Damon turned his head in amazement: ”ha?”

Luke gestured to the stack of drawings in his hand: ”although I don't think much about comics, the level of these drawings is not low, so you can consider becoming a cartoonist.”

Damon wanted to say ”how could it be”, but he stopped talking.

Holding the drawings in his hand, he turned them over one by one, and couldn't help thinking about Luke's suggestion.

He is absolutely gifted at drawing, at least in comics.

This can turn his past experience into comics for Mindy to see, and let these comics accompany her through her childhood.

Luke looked back at minty standing not far behind. ”Let me talk to your father alone, OK?”

Minty Oh, she's gone.