Chapter 349: Do you have money?

For Luke, Barbara had high expectations, thinking that he was the man who was destined to stay with him for a lifetime, but the bastard, after eating himself completely, he hadn't beaten him in a few months. One call,
Even once!
Nothing special!
Coupled with more and more lace news about him, Barbara gradually realized that she might be one of his many female bed partners.
This made her very annoyed, but she was helpless. Gradually, as time went by, the expectation in her heart faded, and even the ring that the other party gave to herself took off and threw it into the storage box.
She was only eighteen years old, she was in her youth, there was no need to waste feelings on a scumbag who didn't care about herself, it was not worth it.
After arriving at the police station, Barbara skillfully greeted the police officers of various departments. As a relative of the police chief, she is very popular here.
"Hey! Hank, where is he?"
Hank, who was working on the copy, pointed to the stairs and made a gesture of silence. Barbara nodded clearly and tiptoed up the stairs. The mouse was shrunk at the door of the director's office.
There seemed to be arguing about something inside. From time to time, there was the sound of tapping the table and the father's angry roar. As she listened, Barbara's expression changed.
Luke Shaw!
A hundred sets of Tesla power armor!
It's no wonder that I will meet at the street, it turned out to be for this.
At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps in her ears, and the girl quickly hid aside, the door opened, and Jacob Aisi and Musan Quinn, who looked a little ugly, strode out without closing the door before leaving.
Barbara thoughtfully walked into the office and curiously said,
"Dad, what's the secret of those 100 sets of power armor?"
"Barbara, you're eavesdropping again."
Jim Gordon was furious, "I told you not to come to the police station again. This is the police station, not the library."
The girl snorted and was very upset. She sat down on the sofa with headphones in her ears, her thighs cocked, and she swayed back and forth.
Jim has nothing to do with this daughter.
"You don't go to school, why are you running here?"
Barbara looked at him carefully, then shrugged helplessly, "Friendly reminder, today is April 27, and it has been a year since April 27 last year."
"Damn it!"
Jim slapped his head, "I forgot my wedding anniversary."
Barbara sighed, "Sarah suffers from postpartum depression. If you don't want her to hit your head with a vase, you'd better prepare carefully. Don't blame me for not reminding you."
Jim sat slumped in a chair, the pressure of life and work made the director of nearly fifty years old feel endless exhaustion, Barbara slipped to his father's side and whispered,
"Or, let me check it for you!"
"Don't mess around, it has nothing to do with you."
"I can't deal with the robbery, but for those 100 sets of power armor, I can help you get their performance data."
Jim glanced at his daughter and frowned, "How can I help?"
"You forgot, Luke Shaw!"
Jim instantly became angry, like an old farmer who is guarding the door of the vegetable garden to prevent wild boars from entering, with his hair all erected, "You still have contact with that flower girl, how many times will I tell you, stay away from him, he is not a good person. "
"This is not possible, I will never agree, you go back to school immediately, and if you dare to skip class, I can't spare you."
"There are no classes in school today Saturday."
Barbara stomped angrily and strode out of the police station.
Since he became the chief, his father has become more and more unreasonable. It doesn't matter if he doesn't go home every day, he is still dictating his own life, not allowing this or that, like a tyrant, domineering dictator.
"If you don't let me check, I will check."
Barbara furiously took out her cell phone and dialed the number left by Luke.
"Hey, Luke Shaw, I want to treat you to dinner."
"What, no time!"
"No, you have to come. I'll wait for you at the cafe at No. 32 Shereike Street."
Without waiting for the other party to answer, Barbara hung up the phone, remembering the sweet words that Luke had said, and cursing fiercely.
"The scumbag, what he said about going up to the sword mountain and going down to the sea of ​​fire, now it's fine, I don't want to see each other."
"Luke Shaw, you are such a bastard."
...
In the coffee shop, Barbara sitting in the corner looked at the door eagerly. The phone has been on for an hour, and he hasn't seen the other person, so he won't let the appointment happen!
"Miss, are you waiting for someone?"
Some familiar voices came from behind, and Barbara glanced around and waved her hand impatiently, "I have something to deal with, and I have no time to talk to strangers."
Luke in a sports shirt took off his hat and glasses, revealing a completely unfamiliar face, "Why, even I can't recognize it."
The girl was taken aback, looked at the face carefully, and finally found a clue in the subtleties.
"It's you! Luke Shaw!"
"You...how did you become like this?"
Luke shrugged, "You said, I don't want to be the heroine of Tomorrow's Entertainment News. To avoid trouble, I can only dress up."
The girl's face was unbelievable,
"That face, how did you do it."
"A gadget, nothing."
Luke sat in a chair and said, "Let's talk about it, why are you looking for me? Reminisce about old times, or talk about love."
"Who wants you to talk about love!"
Barbara snorted, asked the waiter for a cup of coffee, and whispered, "I want to ask you for help."
"Say."
The girl glanced around, "I heard that Tesla's cargo was robbed."
Luke curiously said, "What are you asking this for?"
"The hundred suits of armor robbed by the mob are not commercially available armors. They were specially customized for the White House, right?"
Luke was speechless, "Miss Gordon, you are now a freshman, at the time of your youth. You should devote your energy to learning and feelings instead of being a private investigator."
"Why are you like my dad."
The girl is very dissatisfied~EbookFREE.me~ I am not here to listen to your preaching, I just want to know what functions the 100 suits have and how effective is the combat? "
Luke shook his head and said solemnly, "I have signed a very strict confidentiality agreement with the White House regarding armor performance. I can't say."
"You can just tell me, I will never tell outsiders."
Luke smiled, "Barbara, don't do these tricks, it won't work." Turning the front, he whispered in the ugly expression of the opponent, "However, if someone orders me the same type of armor with lower performance, It is no longer within the scope of the agreement."
Barbara's eyes lit up and she quickly pointed to herself.
"I...I...I want to order."
Luke laughed loudly.
"How much do you think it costs for a suit like that."
"One and a half million dollars!"
"Dear Miss Gordon, are you rich?"