Chapter 712 Goodbye to the Old Man, the Artist's Intuition

After speaking, Luke straightened his body, accelerated to the rooftop on the side of the building, jumped up on the edge of the rooftop, and issued the command at the same time: "Activate the angel's wings."

With a click, the two pieces were sharp and simple in shape, and the whole body of silver-white wings popped out from the back armor.

Among the many surprised sights, a white figure with wings on its back swept across the sky above the square outside the courtroom, submerging behind a building complex several hundred meters away.

"what is this?"

"Angel!"

"That's the angel! He saved us, punished the devil Duhovich, and then left."

"Praise the Lord for giving us the strength to defeat the devil..."

Inside the rooftop door, the policemen who were lying on the door frame closely watched Luke leave the whole process of collective silence.

After a while, a policeman asked cautiously, "Boss, do you think this guy is interested in you?"

Bang!

His head was directly kicked against the wall by the squad leader.

Of course he's wearing a bulletproof helmet, so it's fine.

Everyone else laughed loudly: these two hundred and five, don't you know that the captain is the most annoying to talk about her gender!

Luke was in a very comfortable mood.

Compared with Batman's cape, these special wings are more suitable for flying, but unfortunately also require more power.

Gliders can fly for a while without power, and if the pair of angel wings is powerless, they will fall off in minutes.

However, even if it now needs an hour of charging and five minutes of flying, it's more than enough.

Luke didn't plan to use it to hurry, it was just an effective supplement to combat.

The real battle armor flying technology has not yet been generated in a certain young master's mind, and he will have to wait.

In less than a minute, he flew several kilometers in the air and successfully disappeared into the city's buildings.

Ten minutes later, he got into a taxi: "Go to the station."

Before nightfall, Luke appeared on the streets of Paris.

After thinking about it, he still dialed a number: "Irina, it's me."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then he shouted happily: "Luke, why did you think of calling me?"

Luke smiled: "I can call you once in a while. Well, can I ask you for a cup of coffee?"

"What?" Elena on the other end of the phone was even more surprised: "Wait, are you in Paris?!"

Luke: "Come here temporarily, the plane tomorrow night."

Elena: "Where are you? I'll find you."

Luke: "Your house is downstairs."

Elena: "Wait."

After a while, there was a burst of hurried footsteps, and then the security door was pushed open with a bang, hitting the wall heavily.

Luke only smiled, and a plump body was thrown into his arms: "You really came! God! I'm not dreaming."

He hugged the soft body and walked towards the door: "Let's go. I still remember you told me that Paris at night is not very safe.

"

Elena had the urge to cry at first, but she couldn't help laughing when she heard this: "Do you remember?"

Luke closed the door with a smile and put her on his back: "Remember. There was a kind girl who picked me up from the road, how could I forget."

Elena's hands clasped him tightly: "Damn, have you had a lot of girlfriends? Why is it so nice to talk about love!"

Luke quickly denied: "No, I just met a very interesting old man. He is a man."

Elena: "What kind of person is he?"

Luke: "Although he looks ugly, his wife is a great beauty. It didn't take him a week from knowing her to turning her into his wife. Now they are very much in love."

Elena: "Wow, no wonder your mouth is so sweet, so you learned from him?"

Luke: "I haven't had coffee yet. Are you sure if my mouth is sweet?"

Elena: "Then let me make sure..."

...

Tonight, Paris is shrouded in light rain.

Seeing Luke come back with the coffee just brewed, Elena sighed contentedly: "Remember, it was raining outside when we drank coffee last time."

Luke moved the small table to the side of the two of them, and completed the steps of adding sugar and milk without hesitation, chuckling in his mouth: "Yeah, the small apartment next door is still the same as when I left, and even the coffee I bought is still there. There, you wouldn't use it as a storage room, would you?"

Elena was silent.

Of course she wouldn't say that since Luke left, she hasn't rented out the small apartment next door, but just kept it basically intact.

In addition to regular cleaning, she also likes to rest there and drink a small pot of coffee by the way.

It's not wrong to say it's a storage room, where she keeps some fond memories, including those coffees he bought.

She lay lazily in Luke's arms, and the two talked about their own affairs these days.

Of course, the main thing is that Elena said that Luke can talk about a lot of things, but his work routine is not suitable to talk about at this time.

After a while, the conversation shifted to the Los Angeles earthquake and, naturally, to Batman.

Luke wouldn't shy away from talking about Batman.

With the existence of Batman, it would seem strange to anyone who deliberately avoids the subject.

But Elena suddenly said: "Actually, Batman is a bit like you."

Luke was stunned, picked up his hand from in front of her, and pointed to his nose: "Like... me?"

Elena smiled and pulled his hand back and put it back in place: "I don't know what's going on. After seeing those videos and photos of Batman, I suddenly felt this way."

Luke was speechless for a moment: "Is this the artist's intuition?"

Elena chuckled: "Maybe, I always put you together when I paint. Do you want to see it?"

Luke nodded, just got up slightly, stretched out his hand and took a stack of sketches in the corner of the wall not far away.

Looking at the above situation, he smiled: "You are Batman, okay! How can you look like me."

Yelena nodded as a matter of course: "I'm speaking from a video of Batman, of course like him, look at the first and second last one."

Luke turned to the bottom two pictures and moved in his heart.

The first one is based on him, the earliest painting of the black angel in the rainy night.

He had already seen it.

The second picture should be the first Batman drawn by Elena after reading the Batman news.

The characters of the two are different, but the movement, posture, composition, light and shadow of the characters are exactly the same.

Using an inappropriate description, it seems that the same foundation ps has gone up to two different people.

Holding the two sketches in his hand, Luke pondered.

Elena leaned on him: "Aren't you happy?"

Luke sighed: "Another powerful opponent has appeared to snatch your attention, can I be happy?"

Elena burst into laughter, not forgetting to beat him on the chest with a small fist: "Damn, if I have a chance, I must meet the love master you speak of, what magic did this guy cast on you!"...

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