Although Emma said that she hadn't heard of anyone in the afterlife with tracking abilities.
The reason why she had been found was because the aid station in Clinton had been on TV several times and accidentally captured her. That was how the afterlife had discovered her.
Luke didn't comment on that.
If an organization with superpowers even had people who could teleport, it wouldn't be strange for them to have more people with tracking abilities.
It was like how he used guns every day, but were guns his strongest weapons?
In this world, anyone with a bit of brains would always leave a trump card for themselves. Who knew when they would meet their demise!
Only after sending Emma away could he be sure that the afterlife had tracking abilities.
Even if Emma was captured in the future, he could still think of a way to save her and investigate the situation of the organization in the afterlife.
Emma was extremely talented, and the afterlife would definitely be reluctant to give up and wouldn't force her too much.
Besides, Luke couldn't stay with Emma 24/7, and he couldn't guard against Gordon, the man in the leather trench coat and sunglasses who could teleport.
After talking to Emma, he walked away to make a few calls. Soon, a car arrived and went straight into the garage on the first floor.
After sending Emma and her two sons into the car, Skye and Luke walked to the garage door and watched the car leave.
After closing the garage door, he looked at Skye. "You had something on your mind just now. Now that Emma's gone, can you talk about it?"
Skye hesitated for a moment before she nodded. "Well, when Emma used her ability just now, I … felt something."
Luke raised his hand to stop her. "Let's talk in the study."
This was much more troublesome than Emma's matter.
He and Emma had only met a few times at the aid station. After confirming that Emma was yellow and neutral and wasn't a bad person, he hadn't paid much attention to her.
Skye, on the other hand, had known him for a long time. She was a hardcore fan of Batman, and had a good character.
There was no way he could get rid of her like he had gotten rid of Emma.
It could only be said that fate was so important.
Closing the door in the study, Luke gestured for Skye to sit down in the only chair, and had Little Snail "deliver" a pot of coffee from the teleportation tube.
He poured the coffee unhurriedly and brought it to the table. He didn't rush her, and simply picked up a cup to drink.
He was giving Skye some time.
But after two sips of coffee, Skye said, "Luke, I feel like there's … something wrong with my body."
Luke put down the coffee. "Tell me about it."
Skye slowly stretched out her hands. "After Emma burst into flames at the aid station, I had a feeling. Look … "
Luke's gaze fell on her hands, and he saw that they were trembling slightly.
After squinting for two seconds, he stretched out a finger and tapped it lightly.
When it touched Skye's arm, the finger also trembled quickly.
He didn't retract his finger immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before pulling his finger back. His expression grew serious. "Can you control it?"
In that short moment of contact, he could feel that Skye's hands were not trembling, but vibrating.
The vibration could even interfere with Luke's body at the slightest contact. It definitely wasn't a normal vibration.
Connecting this to Emma's ability, there was only one possible answer: Skye was also a Mutated Tribe and also had superpowers, and was even activating them on his own.
Skye took a deep breath, stared at his hands for a few seconds, and shook his head in panic, "No, I can only weaken it at most, and it will shake even more when I relax."
Frowning, he pondered for a moment before he asked, "Why don't you sleep for a while?"
Frowning, he pondered for a moment before he asked, "Why don't you sleep for a while?"
"Huh?" Skye raised her head and stared at him with widened eyes.
Luke said, "I'll let you sleep for a while so that I can determine if this is caused by your mental state or your body."
Skye nodded decisively. "Okay."
Then, she was a little uncertain. "Just sleep on this chair?"
Luke nodded. "I'll take a look here for now."
Skye asked, "Then what should I do?"
Luke said, "Close your eyes and count sheep in your heart."
Skye said, "… I'm not a little girl."
Luke was amused. "Even sheep can fall asleep in a big group."
When she closed her eyes, he released anesthetic gas at the tip of her nose.
He didn't have time to wait for her to count sheep. He was just tricking her into closing her eyes so that he could use the drug.
Even Uncle Phil had been knocked out by a paralysis bullet. Skye was treated this way because she was a girl.
A minute later, Luke carried Skye, who was sleeping soundly, into the basement.
When it came to the examination, the safest and most efficient way was to get Osiris to do it.
Luke gave Skye a paralysis bullet, then put her in a separate infirmary and took out Osiris and a full set of equipment.
He then walked out of the infirmary, closed the door, and checked Skye's data on the virtual screen.
At that moment, Selina sent a message.
Luke helplessly put down what he was doing and returned to the third floor. He then pretended to come down and went to the living room on the second floor.
Seeing Director George and his wife, Helen, in the living room, he smiled apologetically. "I was on the phone just now. Sorry to keep you waiting."
The three of them exchanged a few pleasantries, and Helen soon went downstairs with her daughter, Gwen.
George talked to Luke for a while, and was relieved to learn that Luke would try to keep a low profile and appease the residents at the party.
Although it had been almost two months since the battle in New York, the city was still a powder keg. The slightest thing might trigger a riot.
Clinton was now safe, but that didn't mean that the residents here were good-tempered. Most of them were still at the bottom of society.
It was a fine tradition for the people at the bottom of society to cause trouble at the slightest disagreement.
After all, they had no other way to protest the capitalists' exploitation, although there was no real point in causing trouble.
After discussing how to deal with the aftermath, George got up and said goodbye.
His subordinates took care of the rest. Thankfully, there weren't any casualties, and only a few houses were burned. Compared with the buildings that the Chitauris had destroyed, this loss wasn't worth mentioning.
After George left, Selina and Gold Nugget followed him.
The dog immediately rubbed its head against his leg and whimpered.
Luke's nose twitched. "Okay, go brush your teeth. Hm, from today onwards, Selina's electric toothbrush will be yours as compensation. "
Gold Nugget was delighted. "Huh?"
Luke nodded. "I'm sure."
Gold Nugget skipped to the fourth floor, which was where Selina lived. Naturally, her electric toothbrush was there too.
After they entered the basement, Selina mumbled in a low voice, "Hey, that's my toothbrush."
Luke chuckled and put his arm around her shoulder. "Weren't you complaining that it wasn't comfortable to use? In any case, it's old. Gold Nugget can recycle it. I'll order a better one for you later. I guarantee it'll fit your teeth perfectly. "
"Deal." Selina nodded in satisfaction.
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