The side of the green space was shaded by a green belt, but the side by the river was very open. It was both a secluded area and a clear view of the Brooklyn Bridge hundreds of meters away.
A section of the bridge had been completely blocked off by police cars on both sides, and the lights of patrol cars were on the river on both ends of the bridge.
Helicopters buzzed in the air every now and then as they searched the river. Some had the words "FBI" printed on them, but most had the logo of various TV stations.
Clearly, a lot of reporters were there to steal the news.
Max only took a few glances, before she hurriedly took out a pair of binoculars from the glove box.
She said that she wanted to watch the show, so Luke had put this toy in at the last minute.
Most people in the house had a penchant for peeping. Many people had done it before with binoculars.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with giving her some tools.
Excitedly putting the binoculars in front of her, Max was already broadcasting the scene. "Wow, what a big scene. There are dozens of cops on the bridge … Hm, those people are … CSU? What are they for? "
Luke said, "Crime Scene Investigation Team, to collect evidence."
As he spoke, he pulled the handbrake, and while Max was distracted, he reached under his seat and took out a flat gift box from his inventory.
Max was watching with great interest as she mumbled, "I wonder what kind of suspects they are. Can your car hold up? "
Luke poked her with a finger. "Can you hold up?"
Max turned around and saw the gift box. She instantly gaped. "Holy sh * t! Is this … a Valentine's Day gift? "
Luke quickly denied it. "No, it's not. "No, I just think it suits you. I should've brought it last time, but I forgot. "
It really wasn't a Valentine's Day gift. Of course he wouldn't accept it.
Once a holiday gift got started, there was no end to it.
After all, he was a very fair person. If he gave one, wouldn't others give one?
He would feel uncomfortable if he didn't, but if he did, it might become a regular occurrence that couldn't be missed every year. Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?
It didn't matter how much money he spent. What mattered was that this special holiday gift had to be carefully prepared.
If he bought something randomly and didn't put as much thought into it as usual, it might have the opposite effect.
Max only represented the easiest level of difficulty.
Jenny used to be a fair, rich, and beautiful woman, but she was now a domineering female CEO. The price of a gift for her couldn't reflect his sincerity, but this one was at least difficult.
Elena, on the other hand, was an artist whose mind was sometimes even more unpredictable than that of a female CEO. Her gift had to be innovative, which was definitely hell.
Therefore, he never celebrated Valentine's Day with anyone. At most, he would spend some time before and after the festival.
Max didn't respond at all. She laughed and said, "Apart from the study materials I received from the bookworm next door when I was eight, I've never received a proper Valentine's Day gift. Hmm, could it be a video game inside? Or 12 fruit-flavored lollipop wrappers?
Luke was lost for words. Fine, he shouldn't ruin her dreams anymore.
Most people would only be beaten up for a few years when they first entered society, but Max had been beaten up since she was a child — her mother was a gangster.
If it weren't for Max's extraordinarily open-minded personality, it would be normal for him to turn into a female version of Jack Bord.
She stared at the gift box. "Can I open it?"
Luke said, "Well, you can put it on right away. It's hot enough in the car. You won't catch a cold."
Max turned her head in surprise, as if she had been frightened. "Is this a custom-made leather coat …"
Luke burst into laughter and pinched her cheek. "In your dreams! Even if you buy it, you'll only be able to wear it in your room. "
Max hummed and ignored Luke's black hand. She lowered her head and quickly opened the box.
Then, she exclaimed softly and picked up a white dress from the box. "Wow, this thing … is so cool."
Luke almost laughed out loud.
Most of the time, this woman was full of nonsense.
But when she occasionally encountered "luxurious items" that exceeded her understanding, she would say, "But I'm uncultured, so I can only say," F * ck. "
She didn't know much about luxurious clothing, but she had recently picked up a fashion magazine that a customer had lost (discarded), and there was a special introduction to this dress.
To put it simply, an actress who ranked in the top ten of the top 100 actresses in film history had once worn a similar dress from this brand fifty years ago.
What Luke had given her wasn't a custom-made version, but a regular one that wasn't particularly expensive.
But to Max's delight, she had mentioned it casually a few days ago just to satisfy her craving for words.
Apart from the fact that it was really beautiful, it was probably because the actress, who was famous for her sex appeal, also had an "outstanding" "merit."
Holding the dress in front of her and examining it for a moment, she was truly tempted. "Just you wait." She then squeezed through the gap between the front seats to the back.
Luke turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the car with a smile.
There was the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and in less than two minutes, she was back in the front seat again. "What do you think?"
Luke lowered the back of the driver's seat and nodded in satisfaction at her. "It really suits you."
Max was also very satisfied. She rubbed her unrestrained pectoral muscles and felt her ribs for a moment. "It's just that it feels a little cooler here."
She then touched her abdomen. "It's a little cold here too. The dress is a little low."
Luke chuckled. "That's why I turned up the temperature of the air conditioner so high."
Max bent over and sat on his lap. "I'm very satisfied with this gift. Boy, do you want a reward?"
Luke blinked. "Continue? Don't stop?"
Max put his hands on the back of the seat next to his head and slammed him against the wall. "Is that it?"
As she spoke, she slowly lowered her head.
His lips were soft, but Luke's gaze had already passed over Max's smooth shoulder and the windshield to the Brooklyn Bridge in the distance.
The tension brought about by the scene with Joker VS as the Dark Knight tonight gradually eased.
This performance was still very tiring.
The seemingly bloody and cruel melee combat was the easiest and not worth mentioning.
For Luke, who was gradually getting used to the three-threaded operation, the battle between the two clones was just a "set of moves," which was about as difficult as an ordinary person coordinating a set of movements with their left and right hands.
Muscle control and the abilities of a master of combat allowed the two clones to easily achieve the effect of a martial arts film.
The more difficult task was to completely control Joker's expression and voice.
Most of the facial expressions in martial arts films were either reshot or edited.
For the live version of Joker's performance tonight, it had to be done in one take without any chance for mistakes.
So far, it seemed that the effect was pretty good.
What was really tiring and exhausting was the process of deliberately leaving some of Joker's blood, hair, and muscle tissue on the bridge.
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