Chapter 1061 (1/2)

Even so, Luke can earn 100 experience points when he comes out for two or three hours in the evening.

These experience points are mainly from Harlem District, where there are great problems in public security.

It doesn't have the nickname of ”hell kitchen” in Clinton district. In fact, there are as many robbers, robbers and fights.

A few days later, Luke went out in the evening with the mood of brushing the little wild monster, so he was bound to come here for a walk.

There are not many 100 experience points in one night, but if he comes here every day, he can earn at least 3000 or 4000 experience points in one month, which is not a small number.

The key is that the experience points are endless.

It's impossible for him to beat all the little gangsters seriously because of these skirmishes.

It's like ordinary people can't slap others just because they run a red light. They don't get there.

Within a few days, a new urban horror legend began to spread in Harlem district.

A lot of little gangsters say that they hit a ghost at night, and the ghost is just, especially when they steal and rob.

Every time they wake up after a few minutes, and then they feel a little pain and dizziness in their head, but they don't hurt much, like they are possessed by ghosts.

Of course, those people actually have little red spots knocked out by small steel balls on their heads.

But because of skin color and personal hygiene problems, these people didn't notice the little red dot, which would be more like a ghost story.

Luke doesn't know about it. The main reason is that the level of this rumor is too low, and the cochlea hasn't been collected.

That night, he went to Harlem as usual, frowning as he drove across a small street, looking at the fake mobile phone on the dashboard, which was the picture from the external monitoring device.

When he adjusted the camera, he saw a man sitting on the fire-fighting iron stairs on the third floor next to him, with a huge professional camera in his hand.

Luke doesn't like to be photographed, so he doesn't like people who click around him.

In the monitoring program, it is also very sensitive to this kind of poacher, so this person was found.

Besides, it's New York after 8 o'clock in winter.

There are no street lights in this small street. Ordinary cameras can't shoot without flashing lights.

Professional paparazzi? His brow creased more sharply.

He stopped in the alley not far away, looked a little bit, carried his backpack and walked into the apartment building beside him.

The man on the third floor put down his camera and took the vodka on the iron stairs and took a big sip.

Looking at the second floor opposite, a big black man seemed to be thinking about something at the window until he was hugged by a fiery black sister with only a wisp.

She couldn't help but pick up the wine again, Gulu and Gulu.

”It turns out that's what your main business is.” A quiet voice suddenly sounded not far above her head.

As she was drinking, she puffed out the wine in her mouth. At the same time, she looked up quickly and saw a figure in a gray black hooded guard coming down the fire stairs on the upper floor.

She raised her hand, wiped her mouth with her sleeve, squinted at the man, recalled the familiar voice, and her face changed: ”it's you?”

Luke came down and slightly lifted his hood so that she could see most of her face: ”Miss Jones, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are still so dedicated.”

Jessica Jones subconsciously looked at the camera beside her and the wine bottle. Suddenly she was a little square: ”you, how did you find me?”

Luke came down, sat on the stairs next to her, and looked in the direction she had observed before: ”I was just passing by, but I found someone holding a professional camera on the third floor. You must have understood the danger of my career, and thought you were photographing me