Super Detective in the Fictional World

It is now mid-December, more than a decade away from Christmas.

During the last New York War, Luke had good luck with his little nest. He wasn't blown up, he wasn't crushed to pieces, and he didn't open a whole bunch of holes.

You know, he's just over two kilometers from the Stark Tower, and he's part of a heavily affected area full of Zithari soldiers.

It was a miracle that the nest was so well preserved, but there was also a lot of debris and stains on the exterior of the building.

Ghosts know what those flying Zithari hybrids did, anyway, gray, black, yellow and red on the outer walls of the small building look a bit like abstract graffiti.

At other times, Luke could say hello and ask someone from the furniture company to help out with an outfit.

But now that the home furnishing company is completely busy, he can only become self-reliant with Selena.

Now Luke is brushing against the wall on the left, and Selena is brushing against the wall on the right.

She brushed for a while and couldn't help but ask, “I said, can't you really change colors? White or brick. Why are you brushing grey? ”

Luke brushed and whispered, “Do you think it's white or red or grey? The house is surrounded by gray flashes, just our place is so beautiful, what if we get caught on fire next time? ”

Selena was silent.

This seems absurd, and it is quite possible indeed.

Often people look for prominent destination marks in subconscious situations.

If a tiny building is crawling with colored chickens, it could be dangerous.

Particularly surrounding neighbors are apartment buildings of similar height, especially if they do not attract firepower from high-rise buildings.

The new renovation plan for the Stark Tower amounts to 30 million, which is on the news headlines.

The two of them were agile, plus Luke's remote-controlled hanger, almost an hour later.

All of a sudden, a loud shout came along. The two turned their heads and looked a few dozen meters away.

There, the two groups are confronting each other.

Luke looked a few times, and the rig landed on the second floor and jumped.

Selena hurriedly put the paint bucket and brush in her hand and jumped along: “Wait for me. ”

A few steps after Luke, she asked, "What's going on? What's going on? ”

Luke: "Tony Stark's disaster control department, you know? The old lady is in charge of this department. ”

Selena, oh, yeah.

Luke: “There was this guy I met who was arguing with. Well, kind of a nice guy. ”

Selena: "Who? ”

Luke: "The leading middle-aged white man, should be called... Adrian? The last time a bandit hit a Los Angeles prison in the wake of the California earthquake, I hitched a ride to the prison that night. ”

Selena nodded, nothing more.

Luke is a very generous person and generally doesn't accept help, even if it's just a hitchhike.

This is happening right in front of us, and he's definitely going to take care of it.

The two men approached and had removed their badge wallets and hung them on their chests.

Luke didn't give a shit, he shouted and squeezed into the crowd: "NYPD, what's going on here? ”

Both groups in the room looked surprised: Now that NYPD is so busy, is there any leisure time to take the initiative in this quarrel?

Adrian, the middle-aged white man, saw Luke and had to stand still and reveal his memories.

Luke walked to the center, between Adrian and that fat middle-aged woman, and he said, "What's the problem? ”

Fatty shook her head calmly: “No. It's over. ”

Luke turned around and looked at Adrian: "Sir, is there a problem? ”

Adrian has found Luke's impression in his memory.

In fact, if it wasn't Luke, he wouldn't have come to New York, and if he hadn't, he wouldn't have gotten into the current dilemma.

Of course, what happened to him was completely beyond Luke's control, and it could only be said that the goddess of luck was not on his side.

Seeing that Luke seemed to blink very commonly, he moved in his heart and said, “I have a problem. Here's the thing...”

Adrian's statement is simple and clear.

He contracted a bunch of garbage disposal operations from the New York authorities, mainly the ruins of the buildings caused by the New York War, and when he cleaned them up, he collected the Zithari equipment inside and sent it to the official recycling facility.

As a result, Annie Hogge, the middle-aged fat woman across the street, now holds an official document stating that the city has transferred the business to the Stark Group Disaster Control Department.

Annie seemed to know what was going to happen a long time ago, just waved backwards, and one of the attendants took a file and handed it to Luke.

Luke took it and flipped a few pages at random to make sure it was procedurally okay.

Plus, he listened to some middle-aged men yelling at Adrian, and he probably understood what was going on.

“It's no use looking for her. She's just a runner.” Nodding, he said to Adrian, "Come on, there's a law firm over there that I know very well, I'll ask you what to do about it. ”

When Adriano hesitated, he followed.

He actually knew this was useless.

The Department of Disaster Control is part of the Stark Group, and why should he argue with others?

It's just that he and a bunch of old guys can't help it.

He took a few steps and found no one behind him, turning his head and sweeping a few old men's eyes: “Let's go. Didn't you hear me? The lady Hogg is just a runner, and we're talking a lot of crap. ”

Seven or eight middle-aged men heard the rumors and looked at each other. Haha nodded with a big smile. Seven mouths dug the fat old lady Annie across the street.

“Yes, she could only wave those politicians' papers. ”

“Don't be ridiculous. Perhaps his ancestors have also stood out. ”

“Yes, this is a“ minister. "What a big“ official. "We can't afford it. ”

A walker deliberately amplified his voice and walked away jokingly.

The few people behind Annie looked strange, only the person who had just handed over the documents went forward: "Minister, we...”

Annie lifts one hand: "Okay, we're busy. Let's go. ”

She turned to her car.

Luke's words, though unpleasant, solved the real problem, at least the brainless cleaners left consciously without delaying each other any longer.

She doesn't care if she's out of work anyway and wastes her time nauseating.

She's holding the Stark Group's high salary and saying she's running errands, which is true.

It is only a means of settling disputes.

On the surface, the little detective was on the other side.

In fact, he did not seek any benefit for the other party, but let them leave.

This guy, he's got some powers! Annie thought: Unfortunately, it's still a little rough. That had fallen into the ears of some people who loved face, afraid to remember to hate him for a while.

The attendants who got in the car together quietly watched the boss's reaction and were surprised to find that she was smiling.