Super Detective in the Fictional World

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Thinking about it, today, Max jumped into the sea and escaped. Maybe it was because she just made a lot of money. This money was the profit of the yacht gang customizing party desserts.

Max has not only a good talent for making cakes, but also a certain interest.

She mixed up with Luke and made too many cakes. Although many times she chanted God to leave the scene, Luke still “exchanged at an equal price” afterwards, filling her consciousness with the skills of a regular pastry chef.

This process is very long, and it is a little bit of transmission from the basics. In essence, it is no different from Max who has carefully studied the craft for more than ten years.

Among the bad guys that Luke killed, there were still dozens or hundreds of pastry chefs, and those who had one or two personal “secret skills” were even more difficult to calculate.

These skills use free skill modules to fuse together and become the ability of junior pastry chefs.

Max, who has been “initiated” by elementary skills for many years, can definitely work as a pastry chef in top restaurants.

She has this kind of craftsmanship. Although she can’t make money because of poverty, she has become more and more people who specialize in making banquet desserts.

U.S. ordinary-income families occasionally pay for a third-rate chef during the holidays. Professional pastry chefs are neither necessary nor affordable.

Customized desserts plus some of the most fancy cream garland on live show, the net profit starts at one thousand dollars at a time.

For the sake of money, Max will still accept some customized live show business appropriately.

Of course, putting on a decent chef’s uniform and accepting praise and praise from everyone as a pastry chef is also one of the reasons for the “insignificant”.

Today, her custom business and performance venue was originally another mansion outside of several hundred meters.

As a result, some of the rich second-generation generations, including the organizer, had a headshot and decided to go to sea on the yacht for a while.

The old driver Max doesn’t have to think about it, knowing that these guys must be trying to get some weeds.

Although she has been abstaining for many years, she has been ridiculed by others.

Luke has infused her with a lot of life number one over the years. In his spare time, he will personally teach her body joint skills, all of which can break (dislocate) limbs in seconds.

The rich second generation without superpowers, Max can easily maimed ten of them.

When you meet a superpower, the Nano Chestguard he gave is enough for her to protect herself for a while.

There was obviously no powerful person on that yacht, at least he didn’t do anything to her, otherwise the Nano Chestguard that sensed the danger would automatically activate, lead her to run, and send an alert to Luke.

Thinking of this, Luke remembered another “girlfriend”: “Where did Caroline go?”

Carolyn was impossible on the yacht because Max went ashore and sang rap instead of calling for help immediately.

But… Isn’t the former Ms Perfect favorite to mix with this kind of customized live show of the rich banquet?

Luke looked at the system panel: Well, fortunately, there are two little red names. There is nothing wrong, but there is no need to be polite.

At a moderate pace, Max put down Max and made sure she could stand firm, and he walked to the two security guards.

“Be careful. He doesn’t seem to be a guest.” The security guard who was behind felt something was wrong, and he reminded his companion. He stretched his hand to his waist, pulled out a folding swing stick, and shook it away with a click.

The security guard who walked over was hearing this and stretched his hand to his waist.

The moment his hand touched the swinging stick, Luke raised his left hand, splitting his face with a forehand and big ears.

pa!

In Luke’s eyes, Security’s face began to fluctuate from the force, then slowly twisted to one side, and then turned around 720 degrees with his body.

Standing on the spot with his eyes blankly and shaking, the guy threw himself straight on the deck.

The more vigilant security guard behind looked startled, his swinging stick in his hand slowly moved, his body retreated, and at the same time he opened his mouth and wanted to shout: “Note…”

saw a flash, Luke’s silhouette is already standing in front of him.