The next morning, Selina stuck her head out of the kitchen and looked at Luke in surprise. "You're so hardworking today. Are you in a good mood?"
Luke didn't turn around as he made breakfast with utensils that he hadn't touched in days. "This is a form of cultivation."
Selina asked, "That Qi Refinement trick you were talking about?"
Luke thought for a moment and said, "It's related."
He was indeed in a good mood.
After obtaining the super disguise skill and completing all the arrangements, he relaxed and resumed his old job.
This was indeed a form of training for the three-thread operation. It wasn't dangerous, and it could quickly improve his control over his body.
The more proficient he was at the three-thread operation, the less energy he had to put into cultivating the Qi Refinement technique, which was good for his cultivation.
Selina asked, "Then when can you teach me?"
Luke looked at the ingredients in his hands awkwardly. "Well … let's make this clear first. Everything you make is for Gold Nugget to eat."
Gold Nugget whimpered.
Selina nodded. "It said it's fine."
Gold Nugget whimpered.
Luke nodded. "Alright, it did agree."
Gold Nugget: "…"
As they ate breakfast, Selina finally asked, "When will we resume our operation at night? How about I go out in a regular stealth suit? "
Pondering for a moment, Luke shook his head. "Wait a few days. I might be able to get you an interesting toy."
Selina asked, "Is it fun?"
Luke said, "It should be enough for you to play for a while. By then, the black catgirl should be over the doldrums after Batman left. "
Selina rolled her eyes. "Do you think this is your period? Do you have a fixed time?"
Luke chuckled. "When you're acting, you have to go all the way. Didn't you always say that you need to improve your acting skills? This is your chance to improve. If you don't take it seriously, how can you make other people believe you? "
Selina put her hand to her forehead. "What acting? Isn't this just a lie?"
Luke said, "That's right. Acting is indeed a way to pass off the truth as a lie."
Selina subconsciously looked in the direction of Stark Tower and observed a moment of silence for the "posthumous photo" of Batman there.
"Forget it. I want to take a few days off and go back to Texas to visit my family," she said.
Luke immediately agreed.
"Aren't you going back?" she asked.
After a brief hesitation, Luke shook his head. "Forget it. It's almost Christmas. I'll go back then."
It was better for his family not to come to New York. They might meet some lunatic and cause trouble. Even if he could protect his family, it would ruin the atmosphere.
Now that he had his Level Two clone in New York, it wouldn't be a problem for his main body to go on a vacation for a few days.
Selina nodded regretfully. "I made plans with my family to visit my hometown in Mexico this Christmas."
Luke immediately stopped her. "You'd better not. The situation in Mexico has been chaotic recently. It's not safe for them to go back. You can't take care of them alone. "
Selina didn't suspect anything. "Is that so? When Sandra called in October, she said it wasn't too chaotic back home in Mexico. "
Trust me, it's about to get messy. Luke mumbled inwardly, but he said, "If they really want to meet their relatives back home, they can meet them in San Diego. It won't be hard for your dad to get a temporary visa now."
Of course, Selina knew that.
After all, her father was now a rancher in Texas. It was convenient for him to do anything with money.
Since it was decided, Luke took Selina to the department in the morning and asked Walter for leave.
Walter readily approved Selina's leave. She could fly home today, and it wouldn't count as a holiday.
But Luke was left alone. Walter closed the door and turned around with a helpless expression. "Luke, it's fine if Selina asks for leave, but don't tell me you're not going to show up either."
Luke really had no intention of asking for leave.
However, he would definitely work less hours on his own. Walter wasn't wrong about that.
At that point, he shook his head decisively. "No, I'll go to work as usual."
Walter heaved a sigh of relief and took out a file. "I can't find a suitable person for this. Can you help her for a while?"
Luke took the file in surprise. "Who is it? Why would they bring a case to the Detective Bureau?"
Walter said, "This is Misty Knight's information. Her situation is a little special. Director George Stacey of the 15th Precinct specially transferred her to HQ. "
Luke paused and looked at him. "Her entire right arm is gone. This … Is our NYPD's police force that nervous?"
"She's got a pretty good prosthetic arm. It won't affect her movements," Walter explained. "You and Selina saved her back then. Director Stacey also said that you knew her before, so please get her to accept this transfer obediently. Don't let the Detective Bureau lose any more non-combatants. "
Luke was surprised. "What did she do?"
Walter said, "A rookie detective who doesn't know the rules mocked her. Now, his jaw is broken and he can't even speak clearly. He can only go home on leave."
Luke frowned. "Mocked her arm?"
Walter sighed. "That's right. That rookie is in the wrong, but I'm already very short on manpower. No one can comfort her, and I can't let anyone else take leave. "
"Alright, I'll take her out for a few days." Luke got up. "But why is the rookie targeting her? It's easy to find out about her arm, right? "
After a brief silence, Walter said, "The rookie is more averse to African-Americans, but as a colleague, he naturally can't use that as an excuse, so …"
Luke nodded and walked to the door. "You can't even clean up after a rookie like him. Is he better at fighting than John?"
If he was as good at fighting as John, it was normal for Walter to be reluctant.
Walter: "… He's not even as good as Misty."
Luke smiled. "Then tell him to scram, or Misty won't be able to stay." He then opened the door and walked out.
Walter watched him walk into the office hall and shook his head with a bitter smile. "That's all we can do."
Between a racist newcomer and Misty, he preferred the latter.
At the very least, Misty had proven her courage and strength with her arm. She was one of the few New York detectives who had killed a Test subject on her own.
Looking at her resume, she was a lot more experienced than that troublesome rookie detective.
What Luke said was exactly what Walter wanted.
No matter how short of manpower they were, they couldn't leave behind such an irreconcilable conflict in the Detective Bureau.
Walter just didn't want to kick one away, and Misty had run off. In the end, the two were unlucky.
Outside, Luke walked over to a desk and rapped it with his knuckles.
Misty raised her head and was stunned to see that it was Luke. Her tense face relaxed. "It's you?"
She still had an impression of this young colleague who had saved her.
The two of them had interacted a long time ago. She and George Stacey had gone to Luke's house for coffee during the visit.
They had only received this kind treatment during that visit, so she remembered it very well.
This calmed down her irritable mood a little.
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