Chapter 525 - Work-Life Balance

Chapter 525 Work-Life Balance

Luke had a strange expression on his face. “Naked? Really?” Vanessa blushed slightly. “What do you think?” Luke nodded, deep in thought. “Should we call it even now?”

Vanessa wrapped her arms around his neck and murmured in his ear, “The money here doesn’t seem to be enough.”

Luke chuckled. “Then why don’t we discuss how I should compensate you for the rest of it in a more comfortable place?”

Vanessa was silent and simply nibbled his earlobe. She was clearly very interested in his compensation. On the sea bridge at that moment, Flegg looked at the two bodies in the car and ordered, “Let’s go. Send these two pieces of trash back. We might still be able to use them as test material.”

An agent next to him looked at the sea and asked, “What about the safe?”

As he moved, Flegg said, “You want to pick it up right in front of the Rio police?”

The agent thought for a moment and realized that it was impossible.

But Flegg said in a low voice, “Get someone good at underwater operations to move it at night.”

A smile spread across the agent’s face.

If the safe really had that much money in it, his bonus this time would be eighty to a hundred thousand at the very least.

He hurriedly asked, “Boss, what about the guy who killed the two Hedgehogs? Aren’t we going to do anything?”. Flegg got into a car. “Have the local CIA branch look into it.”

The agent nodded and got into the driver’s seat before he drove the car away.

At most, they would just keep an eye on the person who killed the Hedgehog brothers.

After all, based on their intelligence, that black person only demonstrated exceptional marksmanship, formidable rope-handling skills, and reasonably good driving skills.

There was nothing out of the ordinary about them.

Even Flegg could’ve effortlessly killed or captured superhuman morons like the Hedgehog brothers. Superhumans who were only brawn and no brains or skills were nothing to be scared of. Why did most superhumans lie low? Not because they wanted peace, but because they didn’t have guts.

Working alone, most of them wouldn’t be able to withstand an attack from a squad of trained, well-coordinated elite soldiers.

When they were prepared, Flegg and his dozens of agents could fight most superhumans.

As long as the super abilities weren’t especially tricky, it was only a matter of time before these superhumans were caught.

“Boss, that black person is roughly on par with our team, right?” asked the agent who was driving.

Flegg hummed and said, “More or less.”

Actually, he estimated that his team was probably slightly inferior to the stranger, while he himself might be just a little better than the guy.

But the difference was meaningless.

A regular elite didn’t have much of an advantage if he was outnumbered, unless he was a certain former colleague that Flegg knew, who had reached the peak in human battle and tactics, and was like an army unto himself.

Flegg knew very well that if it wasn’t for his loyalty to America, he could be replaced.

Luke spent his remaining days between leisure and work.

During the day, he would visit scenic spots around Rio in disguise with Vanessa acting as a local tour guide. At night, they checked into a hotel to enjoy each other’s company.

Late at night, after Vanessa fell asleep from exhaustion, Luke would go out harvesting in high spirits. He would return to the hotel before dawn and sleep for another two hours, before waking Vanessa up to continue compensating her.

It was the perfect work-life balance.

His experience and credit skyrocketed at a rate of over three thousand points every day.

This wasn’t his jurisdiction, and the city wasn’t peaceful in the first place, so it was more straightforward for him to earn experience and credit points. After killing some people, he would throw their bodies into their enemy’s nest, before he killed people on the other side.

A fight would then break out between the two gangs.

Nobody really knew why the gangs suddenly started to clash.

But with their members’ deaths, these gangs weren’t the type to sit down and talk it out; they just took out their guns to fight.

Thankfully, these gang fights didn’t spill over into the city center or the tourist district in the south, so they didn’t affect Luke and Vanessa’s trip.

It was raining in Rio today.

Rio in the rain had a different beauty to sunny Rio.

In the cool and damp breeze coming off the ocean, Luke slept in a seaside chalet with Vanessa in his arms.

This was a small, detached villa.

They were tired of the big hotels, and a small seaside chalet like this was enjoyable every now and then.

It was very tranquil; there were only the sounds of the sea breeze, the water dripping on the roof, and the trees outside.

With Vanessa’s smooth, warm body in his arms, Luke looked at the sky and mulled over his next operation. Given the extent of his compensation today, Vanessa would probably sleep until the sun was high.

This hazy, rainy night was perfect for his work as well.

Suddenly, his fake phone buzzed. Luke quickly grabbed his phone. Looking at the dozen red dots that had suddenly appeared on the map, he frowned.

Instant covering Vanessa, who was sound asleep, with a T-shirt, he broke into a run.

Opening the door which faced the ocean, he dashed over the ten-meter boardwalk, as fast as a shadow, and entered the ocean.

In his arms, Vanessa was roused by the seawater, and her face was full of bafflement. “You… mmph.”

Luke covered her mouth and whispered in her ear, “We have shooters.”

Vanessa promptly shut up and held onto Luke tightly as he swiftly carried her through the water.

In less than twenty seconds, Luke took her to the beach a hundred meters away and hid under the porch of another chalet.

“Stay here and don’t make a sound. I’ll be back soon,” he said softly, and was about to leave.

Vanessa pulled at him and said, “It’s dangerous, don’t go.”

She had confidence in Luke’s abilities, but the enemy was prepared and Luke was only in a pair of shorts.

The situation wasn’t in his favor at all.

Luke chuckled and stroked her under her T-shirt. “I’m not an idiot. I’ll be fine.”

Saying that, he jumped back into the ocean and returned to the chalet.

Swoosh!

Fire suddenly streaked toward the chalet that Luke and Vanessa had been in earlier.

BOOM!

The chalet abruptly exploded in a ball of flames and crackled in the aftermath.

Staring at the explosion from the water, Luke raised an eyebrow. Hey, you’re even using metal warheads with an RPG? You really want to blow me into smithereens, don’t you?

After the chalet was destroyed by the warhead, a dozen shadows swiftly approached the chalet and charged inside. “Where are they?”

“The bed is empty.”

“The bathroom is empty too.”

“Go check the beach.”

Luke saw his chance, and went ashore on the beach not far from the chalet and hid himself in the vegetation near the shoreline.