Chapter 1149: A Reseacher’s Special Brand of “Torture”

Selina found that odd. "His items don't seem… Wait, wait, it seems they might be useful to us?"

Luke winked at her and said, "Haven't you always been saying that something feels missing when you're out on an 'assignment'?"

They were naturally talking about how Selina complained that her attack methods were too simple when she was out on her "private job."

Now, with Bent's inventions, New York's nightlife would definitely be a lot more interesting.

Luke took out his fake phone and gave an order online to a certain shell company.

At that moment, Bent was driving his shabby car home with a dejected expression.

He couldn't afford to live in New York, nor on this side of the Hudson River in New Jersey. After several months of unemployment, he could only stay at his mother's place in Secaucus, New Jersey for the time being.

It wasn't unusual for unemployed middle-aged people to go home and eat their 70-year-old mother's cooking.