One Thousand Five Hundred Seventy Chapters Acting, Checking Cars, No Boyfriend
The super disguise technique is Luke's least proficient ability.
Especially when it comes to adjusting the genetic characteristics of various parts of the human body, it is even more troublesome.
But in order for the joker to be Jack Bird, blood, hair, and muscle tissue had to be left in plain sight in front of the camera.
S.H.I.E.L.D. found Jack Bird's home long ago, and there are enough comparison samples there.
The superpower that can transform into another person from the genetic level is extremely rare in the world, and the combat power shown by the joker is also like a body strengthening system.
Dual abilities are also rare, and one of them is that the possibility of genetic deformation is almost zero.
In this way, almost no one will doubt the identity of the joker.
In this way, joker can also be regarded as a false start for the trackers, ensuring that those who start from Jack Bode must be in the opposite direction.
As for the two groups of guests of S.H.I.E.L.D., one group includes Hydra + extremely evil people, and the second group includes some neutral people.
With a base of eighteen, the distinction between the evil and the neutral is difficult to change.
Therefore, after the game starts, the second group presses the button more and faster than the first group.
Even the second group and the bottom two Hydras pressed the button, obviously wanting to rescue their boss-a little Hydra leader.
It is a pity that the setting of the trial game itself is that whoever is more kind will survive.
There are huge fast-inflating bladders under the overall chair, which are guaranteed to float from the water in under two minutes.
Even if the airbag fails, the dark knight following the drowning will pull up the two groups of guests to avoid deducting points for killing the neutral.
The group of guests who were scattered and ejected also had this kind of airbag under the overall seat, but they were destined to not use it.
The two groups fell into the water for about the same time, but the group that was ejected alone would only die.
The seals on the individual seats that they eject with will ensure they start drinking water as soon as they get in, and drink until they die.
The Dark Knight will not scoop them out of the water until a kill score is received in the system.
In other words, the dark knight just did a show, picked up the bodies of these 18 people, and brushed up the impression of "partners of justice".
Eighteen people have a total of more than 24,000 points, the minimum is seven hundred, and the average person is over a thousand. Sure enough, they are all scum who do too many bad things.
Uncle Joker is not lying.
He did release the 18 people from the tower. They couldn't climb out of the steel restraint chair by themselves. They could only blame themselves for their inability to earn their lives.
Lifting his head and squinting his eyes, his hands were Max's soft waist, and Luke felt comfortable.
The bad guys die, the good guys are fine, score points, everything is under control.
Suddenly, his ears moved, and he helped Max organize the dress with both hands: "Someone is here." He adjusted the window to the normal transparent state.
Max opened his eyes and looked: "Where is it?"
Luke chuckled,
He turned her around and sat sideways on his lap: "Over the road, how can people come from the river."
Max rested his head on his shoulder: "In the middle of the night, who is so idle here."
Luke glanced at the faintly flashing red and blue light over the green belt: "Tiaozibai."
Max tensed up: "Ah? Why didn't you tell me earlier, let me get up."
Luke embraced her: "Don't worry, we are serious people at first sight."
Max's eyes widened: "Are you sure it's late at night, the old lady is dressed like this, and the scorpion won't doubt it?"
Luke: "Your skirt can cover their salary for two months, why do they doubt it?"
Max moved his lips and found that this really made sense.
In America, money matters.
Like many celebrities and rich second-generation Americans who were arrested for drunkenness, beatings, and drug addiction, the news never mentioned that they were subjected to violent law enforcement by the police.
Taking speeding as an example, a young man in a Lamborghini dressed in luxury was stopped for speeding.
As long as this man doesn't fight with his own gun, the most waiting for him is handcuffs, and the action language of the patrol officer will be in line with the rules.
But if a person in ordinary clothes is pulled over with a used car of several thousand dollars, even if there are his wife and children in the car, once the behavior is slightly wrong, the education of the stun gun is just basic exercise, and enjoy the sweet smell of gunpowder Air is also very likely.
American lawyers and laws are for the rich, or for their money.
Patrol officers have absolutely no guts to mess around with rich people. Lawyers can seize their mistakes and sue them to lose their jobs and go bankrupt.
Thinking of this, Max was too lazy to struggle.
At most...the two of you go into the game together for Valentine's Day? Well, it doesn't seem normal, but it's special enough.
Soon, a flashlight came in from the driver's window, followed by the sound of fingers tapping on the glass.
Luke lowered the car window lazily: "Officer, what's the matter?"
Misty frowned, the muzzle in his hand dropped: "Who are you? What are you doing here at night?"
She frowned even more at the "too cool" dress on Max.
Luke laughed: "Officer, do you have a boyfriend?"
Misty snorted coldly: "Answer my question, otherwise..."
Luke interrupted with a smile: "Because today is February 13, you should understand, officer, right?"
Another fellow patrol officer stood behind Misty's side, his hand on the gun grip on his waist.
Looking at the situation in the car, he felt envious in his heart, and said, "Are you celebrating Valentine's Day in advance?"
He didn't think it was necessary to provoke a rich man for this matter.
People just fall in love in a car by a secluded river at night, much more sophisticated than those who go upstairs on a public beach during the day.
Misty's eyes twitched.
The gift box on the center console in the car, which was obviously only opened, the famous luxury brand logo on the box, the skirt on the woman with her back turned to her, and the answer from the colleague just now, there is nothing I don't understand.
She said with a black face: "let her turn her face up and say a few words, I want to make sure she is sane."
Luke patted Max on the shoulder: "Honey, come and say a few words."
Max turned his head angrily: "Officer, I'm fine, of course it would be better if I could close the windows earlier."
After the window was opened, there was no alcohol or cigarette smell inside. Her face was a little red, but her articulation and logic were clear.
Misty put the gun back in the holster: "No matter how you celebrate, it's better not to stop here, there will be a lot of inspections tonight."
Saying that, she greeted her colleagues to leave together.
Watching the patrol car drive away, Max let out a long sigh. He relaxed and slammed Luke's chest with a fistful of fists: "I scared the old lady! I thought I was going to the detention room for the night tonight."
Luke lay back on the back with a smile: "You think too much. After all, this Misty police officer is a woman, and she doesn't care about street security, so she won't arrest us."
Max stopped his fist: "Ha, do you know her?"
Luke: "Haven't you seen her on TV? The only NYPD hero policewoman who killed an experimental subject alone and saved a mother and daughter."
Max was sluggish for a moment, and then a little embarrassed, he said: "Well, wasn't our attitude too bad just now?"
Luke smiled: "It's okay, we didn't scold her."
Max looked at him with contempt: "You think I'm stupid! Just now you were mocking her for not having a man to chase after her?"
Luke shrugged: "I just told a fact, it's not a frame-up. Don't you often mock Caroline for not having a man? She's still your roommate."
Max: …
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