Luke took another sip of his Coke unhurriedly. "I won't force you to hurt those 'cute' masked men. I only care about the hitmen."
Wade was lost for words. What the hell?
Only then did he remember that although vigilantes weren't popular with the police, hitmen were undoubtedly more suitable targets. The person in front of him happened to be a police officer.
He just didn't know why the LAPD police had come to steal NYPD's job.
But that had nothing to do with him.
Luke took another sip of Coke and shook the bottle in his hand as he watched the liquid fizz. "Investigate each hitman, and look especially at how dangerous they are. Each person will be 100 to 1000 dollars."
"That little?" Wade couldn't help but cry out.
Luke chuckled. "This is an information fee. I only want information on their appearance, body build, background and aliases. I'm not asking you to kill them."
Wade listened and calculated in his heart.
