Chapter 940: Principles and Problems with the Deal

This situation matched Robert’s description.

It was very unlikely that this person just looked like his old comrade.

When Luke saw the other photo, he knew that he had found the right person.

It was a photo of the man in an official military uniform with a middle-aged white man. It looked like a more formal occasion.

There were only two people in the photo, but the thing they were holding together was particularly eye-catching.

It was a medal!

Luke looked at the medal. It was probably a Navy Cross, and the middle-aged man looked familiar.

Thinking for a moment, he more or less recalled who this person was.

He did a search on his phone for a moment, and compared the photo with the middle-aged man in the photo. He mumbled, “This guy seems to be doing better than Robert! The Secretary of Defense personally awarded him a medal?”

Luke took all the photos and walked around the house before he left.

He was certain that nobody had been in the house for a long time, at least not for a month or two.

There were a bunch of notices and ads that had been pushed under the front door. The earliest one was for the day after Robert’s old comrade was admitted to the hospital.

As Luke drove, he couldn’t help but mutter, “Frank Castle, exactly where did you go?”

That was probably Robert’s old friend’s real name. At least, that was the name the man in the house used.

When he returned to the lab, he gave all the photos of Frank Castle’s family to Sponge to do a search for leads.

A moment later, he got the result.

Looking at the three medical records from Metropolitan General Hospital and the police department, Luke was absolutely certain that something was wrong.

Frank Castle and his family were all sent to Metropolitan General Hospital on the night of the shooting.

All four of them had been shot, and the time on their medical records was close together.

This proved that they had probably been attacked when they were together.

But in the files of the hospital and the police, Frank Castle was only listed as “John Doe,” and his injured wife and children weren’t mentioned at all.

This was highly unusual.

Of course, the victim’s relationships had to be investigated and recorded for future investigation.

It was very likely that someone had tampered with the hospital and police files and erased a lot of necessary information.

Luke narrowed his eyes and looked at the simple case report and the glaring “John Doe” on the virtual screen. He couldn’t help but sigh.

Robert had personally said he wanted to know how his old friend was doing, and if there was a problem, Luke should do his best to help.

Luke didn’t want to tell Robert that the man’s family was dead and he was missing. That would definitely be unpleasant.

He only hoped that this Frank was still alive.

That way, he could still give Robert an answer.

That was one more thing now that Luke needed to pay attention to.

But this matter couldn’t be rushed.

In a metropolis like New York, which had millions of people, it would take luck to find a person who had disappeared for more than a year.

Compared with ordinary people, Luke could use his identity as a detective to look for clues.

Also, he had a multifaceted A.I. system.

There were already more than 100,000 cell phone users in New York, and most of them were loyal F2F users.

Perhaps one day, Frank Castle would appear in the photos and videos they uploaded.

This was the most reliable method that Luke could think of.

That night, Luke and Selina went to Sister Margaret’s bar again.

Wade informed them that they could get the information.

This time, Wade was at the front of the bar and talking to the bartender, Weasel.

When Luke and Selina sat down at the bar, the bartender gave them two bottles of Coke with a smile. “On the house.”

Luke smiled and threw two bills into the glass jar. “Business is business. I’m a man of principles.”

Stunned for a moment, Weasel didn’t say anything else.

For some reason, he felt uneasy when he heard Luke’s words.

Wade didn’t waste any time. He simply took out the files and pushed them to Luke.

Luke asked, “How much?”

Without any hesitation, Wade raised a finger.

Luke took out a paper bag from his backpack and pushed it to Wade. “Count it yourself.”

Saying that, he opened the files, then chuckled.

Wade was too busy counting the money to notice.

Weasel, however, asked casually, “What, did you find someone interesting?”

Luke said, “Yes, he is indeed interesting.”

The last name on the list which Wade had given to him was actually Darius Kincaid.

Wade probably didn’t know that Luke didn’t just know Kincaid, but had also left him a contact number last time.

Kincaid had left a message for Luke a while ago, saying that Sonia was pregnant and that they were waiting to welcome the birth of a new life.

Luke didn’t think that an old man in his forties would abandon his pregnant wife and come to New York to cause trouble for the masked “vigilantes.”

Besides, Kincaid never accepted such jobs.

Laughing inwardly, he looked at Wade. “Is the deal done?”

Wade had finished counting the money and put the paper bag into his chest pocket. He nodded with a smile. “Okay. Weasel, give me a dry martini.”

It was so easy to earn big bucks! Feeling the thick wad of cash against his chest, he was delighted.

Luke took a sip of his Coke. “Weasel, let us now talk about our last deal.”

Both Weasel and Wade were stumped. “Huh?”

Luke took out Weasel’s file from his backpack and pushed it forward. “Take a look.”

After a brief hesitation, Weasel accepted it and opened it.

Wade also leaned over curiously. In less than two seconds, he exclaimed, “What the hell is that?”

Several people had been stamped in red with “MIssing.”

Luke and Selina simply enjoyed their Coke and the expressions of the two wretched men.

Weasel only looked at a few pages before he flipped to the list of killers at the very top. There were more than twenty names on it.

He looked at Luke. “What is this?”

Luke said unhurriedly, “Like I said, I’m a man of principles. So, if you want 20,000, I’ll give you 20,000. I asked you if there were any problems with the information, and you said you were fair in your dealings. What do you think you should do?”

Weasel frowned. “The deal is done. No refunds. If you had any questions, you should have asked them when you got the information. If you think there’s a problem, don’t buy it.”