Chapter 590 Sorry, the Number You Have Dialed Is Not In Service

There were more than fifty people in the Latino Boys’ nest, including a number of prostitutes who were here to offer their services. In this situation, it wouldn’t be proper for Luke to make all of them disappear.

Since he was in a hurry, he didn’t do a massive purge, and simply captured their boss and interrogated him.

After interrogating the boss, there was the sound of an explosion in the distance.

Luke walked over to the window and looked in the direction of the sound, but had no impression of the place.

He dragged the boss over and pressed him to the window. “Tell me, what is that place?”

After a quick glance, the boss replied quickly, “That’s an abandoned factory. It’s in Garcia’s territory. I hear it’s a processing plant.”

Luke nodded. “Thanks.” He then twisted the boss’s head lightly with both hands.

Not far away, the corrupt lawyer whose mouth had been taped shut had horror all over his face.

The boss’s head suddenly turned 180 degrees to stare at him with dead fish eyes. The lawyer shuddered, and could only cry through his taped mouth.

A moment later, the corrupt lawyer vanished from this world as well.

It would be too troublesome to make everybody in this base disappear, but it wasn’t hard to make the boss, the corrupt lawyer and their bodyguards disappear without a trace. Some members going missing was probably even more terrifying than the whole gang going missing.

Luke didn’t mind giving the legend of the Ghost Butcher even more mystery.

When he finished, all the gang members in the base were looking at the explosion in the distance from the front entrance, and Luke took advantage of the situation to leave from one side.

He had obtained the intelligence he needed.

Bloodmint’s foe was none other than the Garcia family, led by Diego Garcia. Diego Garcia was in Luke’s database… but he didn’t rank high.

The Garcia family was mostly active in the greater Los Angeles area further east instead of the city center.

So far, Luke had only wiped out two minor nests of theirs in the city in passing.

Five years ago, the attack on Bloodmint and her family happened on the east side of Los Angeles, so her targets of revenge included the L.A. city D.A. and judge.

That was how LAPD got involved in this case.

Of course, it was how the Garcia family came to Luke’s attention.

A lot of people probably wouldn’t be happy about how this entire thing was going to end, but the citizens of greater Los Angeles definitely would.

As he mulled over this matter, Luke drove to the site of the explosion.

He did one large round of the dilapidated factory before he turned the wheel and drove further east.

Twenty minutes later, his expression changed, and he drove the car into an alley.

After he got out, he jumped into a backyard, went over to a pile of junk, and looked at the person who had collapsed next to it. He heaved a soundless sigh. If you had accepted my help, you wouldn’t be lying here now!

He pulled the woman back to her feet and supported her out of the yard. When they were in the alley, the woman regained some consciousness. When she saw the stranger in black, she was about to struggle. “I’m Puncher!” Luke took out the phone and played the words. When Luke took out the phone, the woman stopped struggling, and when she heard that familiar anchor voice, she simply passed out.

Luke sighed and took her to his car.

Driving to a secluded spot, Luke put down the passenger seat and used a flashlight to examine the woman from head to toe before quickly focusing on her waist.

He took out a medical kit and deftly cut through her clothes over her waist. He couldn’t help but grind his teeth when he saw the wound; why were her injuries worse each time?

This time, it was a ten-centimeter-long wound on her waist in a critical location.

Naturally, this injured person was Bloodmint.

Luke mocked inwardly: You must’ve called yourself Bloodmint because you predicted you would never stop bleeding, right?

As he roasted her inwardly, Luke moved even faster. Holding the flashlight with his mouth, he picked up the medical supplies and started to treat her wounds.

Twenty minutes later, he was finally done treating all her wounds.

The woman had injuries all over her body, but the waist injury was the only one that was a little more dangerous.

The good news was that this injury didn’t impact her vital organs. That was probably due to her strenuous training.

Doing your best to prevent your vital organs from being injured in an attack was also an important skill.

Luke had just taken off the surgical gloves after he was done, when he heard a phone ringing in the car.

Frowning, he quickly put the gloves into a plastic bag and put on another pair of special gloves, before he found a phone on Bloodmint.

Looking at the number on it, he answered the phone offhandedly.

“Riley Noyes, listen up! We’re below the overpass. You know who this is…”

Luke calmly took out his fake phone with the other hand and quickly worked it before he aimed the speaker at Bloodmint’s phone.

The next moment, a gentle female voice rang out in the car. “Sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service. Please try again later…”

The other end of the call suddenly fell quiet.

Luke quickly hung up and turned off the phone. He then started up the car and drove to a particular location.

Glancing at Bloodmint, who was half-asleep from the painkillers, Luke shook his head.

It seemed that he could only step in and help this angry mother finish some of the work.

He didn’t need to guess to know that Garcia was near the overpass where Bloodmint had been hiding

A few minutes later, Luke pulled over, got out of the car and closed the door, activating the car’s glass color-changing system in passing.

After that, he took a running jump over a two-meter-tall wall to land in a neighboring alley.

Taking a few steps forward, he stuck his head out around the corner, and saw some armed gangsters standing under the overpass not far away.

He sneered; it was a little embarrassing how this experience and credit were sent to his door.

In the dim light, he saw a face he recognized, which belonged to Diego Garcia.

He was a big, middle-aged man with short hair and a mustache.

At that moment, he was cursing furiously and making a call on his phone. Putting the phone to his ear and listening for a moment, he cursed again. “You b*tch, you dare turn off your phone? Bandera, kill the girl right now!” Luke’s expression turned cold. As he moved, he typed a sentence into his fake phone and played it. “Garcia, are you looking for me?” He set the phone to the maximum volume this time, and the gang members nearby were instantly all drawn to the voice.

“Riley Noyes?” Garcia looked suspiciously in the direction of the voice.

He somehow felt like he had heard the female voice before, but it didn’t sound very much like Riley Noyes.

Then again, he had never met Riley Noyes until tonight, and she hadn’t said much. Garcia wasn’t very sure if that really was her voice.

Luke snorted, and played again: “You wanted to see me?”