Even if the two women carried out his orders without hesitation, it was useless.
As long as he relaxed for a few days, they would subconsciously want to get rid of his orders.
Erica, in particular, was twice as fast as Angel's brainwashing effect.
He could only keep these two as temporary fighters! Thinking that, Luke wasn't disappointed.
In life, it was impossible to expect everything to be smooth sailing forever, but accidents and difficulties often did not leave one's side.
In such peaceful days, it was June 18th.
It happened to be Luke's twentieth birthday, and the second anniversary of the system's official activation.
A low-key person like Luke naturally wouldn't do anything extravagant.
In his previous life, he had never celebrated his birthday. At most, he would go home and ask his mother to make him his favorite braised pork and a bowl of longevity noodles.
His other friends might send him a happy birthday message.
Those he didn't remember were even simpler, which meant that he didn't need to remember their birthdays.
But Dustin didn't let him go so easily.
Taking advantage of this, his boss's boss suggested that they have a private party that hadn't been held in a long time.
Dustin's house was out of the question. He was still single and rarely home, so he only rented a small apartment in Manhattan.
He and Jennifer could barely fit in there, but they definitely couldn't hold a party. The kitchen couldn't even fit two people.
In the end, it was set to be held at Elizabeth's house.
Elizabeth had suggested it herself, and nobody had any objections.
The house that Elizabeth was talking about wasn't in Manhattan, but in New Jersey.
It was just that it was a little far from the Hudson River, and it would take about forty minutes to get to work at HQ.
After everyone arrived, they all clicked their tongues in wonder.
But Luke and Selina were pretending, which was already known in the multifaceted intelligence system.
Dustin and Jennifer were slightly surprised, but didn't pay much attention to it.
Elsa was the only one who was surprised, because she had been to Elizabeth's "home" several times. It was a single apartment in Manhattan, which was spacious but still an apartment.
Now Elizabeth had quietly bought a house in New Jersey, which astonished her.
What surprised her even more was that there was also a "large bathtub" in the back of the 200-square-meter bungalow. It was the same brand as the one in the backyard of a certain Los Angeles villa, except that the style was more feminine and had more functions.
Not counting the weather, the environment of the house was similar to the small villa in Los Angeles.
After Luke and Dustin were arranged to have a barbecue dinner, and the four women changed into swimsuits and enjoyed themselves in the big bathtub, the familiarity was even more obvious.
Dustin was sitting in a recliner not far from the grill, slowly sipping from a bottle of beer.
It wasn't that he wanted to slack off, but the food he roasted was at most cooked. There was no standard for anything else.
Luke decisively told him to go away.
Dustin glanced at the four women and couldn't help but cough.
Seeing that Luke was looking at him, he said in a low voice, "Although I shouldn't interfere in the affairs of young people like you, we're still friends. Let me give you a word of advice, don't go overboard. "
(̄ △ ̄!) Luke: I didn't know you were like this, Dustin!
"That's only true if I'm 'playing' with you." Luke also lowered his voice. "But in private, I've never been in contact with Elizabeth alone. You're overthinking things."
Dustin frowned. He didn't suspect that Luke was lying. There was no need to lie about this, and it would be troublesome later.
Pondering for a moment, he said, "Then Elizabeth … huh?"
Looking at Dustin's knowing look, Luke sighed and said, "I've mentioned a few times that I have regular female friends, but that's all there is to it. But that's all. I can't 'take the initiative' to reject him, can I? "
Dustin naturally knew that this meant that Elizabeth hadn't directly expressed her feelings.
How could she think that Elizabeth would definitely like Luke just based on speculation?
He couldn't help but scratch his head. "Well … Be careful. It's best if things don't go too far."
Luke snorted. "Nothing at all. Do you think I'm like you, sticking to Jennifer every chance I get? When are you getting engaged? "
Dustin was surprised. "Next month … Wait, I haven't told Jennifer yet. How do you know?"
Luke shrugged. "I guessed it. But you're not young anymore, and Jennifer's a nice person. Don't miss out on her. Don't hold back, just do it. "
Jennifer didn't receive Dustin's engagement ring at the party that night, but Luke received birthday presents from everyone.
Under Selina's lead, everyone rubbed his head and said kindly, "Child, you've finally grown up." Even Y 'lisabet did the same.
Luke could only accept it.
In most parts of America, eighteen was an important age. Many people who didn't go to college officially entered the workforce at that age.
Twenty, on the other hand, was the age when one could definitely get married (in some places, one could get married at sixteen or eighteen, but with the consent of a guardian).
Of course, there was also the rule that one could buy any alcohol they wanted at the age of twenty-one.
So, there was the joke that alcohol was more dangerous than women, a driver's license, or a gun.
Did that mean that women weren't the most dangerous things to Luke from today on?
After dinner, looking at the four women whose faces were red from drinking, Luke felt that it was better not to let down his guard too early.
Thus, he got Gold Nugget to be his escort, while he and Dustin hid far away to have a private chat. They still talked about the commissioner and sheriff positions.
For now, it seemed that the higher-ups' movements were still a mystery.
It was unknown whether the mayor would stay or go, which made it difficult to decide on a commissioner for NYPD.
It was foreseeable that NYPD's current situation would last for a few more months.
However, the low- and mid-level personnel who were really doing things wouldn't be affected that much, and law and order in New York wouldn't suddenly collapse.
Most of the time, Luke just listened and casually told them about how Sheriff Nilsson had been tricked at the Soderberg villa.
They hadn't had time to talk about it before, but now that they had some spare time, they didn't mind doing some deductions.
"It should be Brad." Dustin sipped his beer and said indifferently, "If we still haven't found anything wrong, it's probably his doing."
Luke asked, "Is he that good?"
In the past, Dustin rarely talked about Brad.
Firstly, Brad and Luke were quite far apart, and secondly, Brad had no intention of "meeting" Luke.
Dustin was really afraid that Brad would piss Luke off.
A year ago, he wouldn't have thought that way. But after understanding Luke's temper, he realized that he was someone who was hot on the outside but cold on the inside.
Or rather, his so-called "hot" had always been a disguise.
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