Super Disguise was probably the ability that Luke was least familiar with.
In particular, it was extremely troublesome to adjust the genetic characteristics of various parts of the human body.
But in order to prove that Joker was Jack Bord, blood, hair, and muscle tissue had to be clearly visible to the camera.
S.H.I.E.L.D. had already found Jack Bord's home, and there were enough comparison samples there.
It was extremely rare in the world to have the ability to transform into someone else at the genetic level, and Joker's combat ability also seemed to be enhanced.
People with dual abilities were also rare, and the possibility that one of them was a genetic transformation was almost zero.
That way, basically nobody would suspect Joker's identity.
In this way, Joker could be considered to have given the pursuers a good start, and ensured that whoever started with Jack Bord would definitely go in the wrong direction.
As for the two groups of guests from S.H.I.E.L.D., one group included Hydra and the extremely evil, while the second group included some neutrals.
With eighteen people, it was hard to change the difference between the evil and the neutrals.
Thus, after the game started, the second group had more people than the first group, and was faster than the first group.
Even two low-level Hydra members in the second group pressed the button, clearly trying to save their boss, a minor leader of Hydra.
Unfortunately, the setting of the trial game itself was that whoever was kinder would survive.
There was a huge, fast-inflating airbag under the chair, which guaranteed that it would float in the water in two minutes.
Even if the airbag malfunctioned, the Dark Knight who fell into the water would pull up the second group of guests to avoid deducting points for killing neutrals.
The other groups of guests who were ejected separately also had airbags under their seats, but they were destined not to use them.
The two groups fell into the water at about the same time, but the group that was ejected alone would only die.
The sealing device on the individual seats that were ejected with them would ensure that they would start drinking water the moment they entered the water until they died.
The Dark Knight wouldn't pull them out of the water until the system received the kill points.
In other words, the Dark Knight was just putting on a show by scooping up the bodies of the eighteen people to make a good impression as "partners of justice."
The eighteen people had a total of more than 24000 points. The lowest was 700, and the average was more than a thousand. They were indeed scum who had done too many bad things.
Joker wasn't lying.
He had indeed released the eighteen people from the tower. They could not climb out of the rebar chairs themselves, so they could only blame themselves for not being able to fight for their lives.
Raising his head and narrowing his eyes, he felt very comfortable with Max's soft waist in his hands.
The bad guys would die, the good guys would be fine, and everything would be under control.
Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he helped Max adjust her dress. "Someone's coming." He adjusted the car window to its normal transparent state.
Max opened his eyes. "Where?"
Luke chuckled and turned her around so that she was sitting on his lap. "The highway. Why would there be people in the river?"
Max leaned his head on his shoulder. "Who would be so free to come here in the middle of the night?"
Luke glanced at the flashing red and blue lights in the greenbelt. "The cops."
Max tensed up. "Huh? Why didn't you say so earlier and let me get up? "
Luke hugged her. "Don't worry, we look like decent people."
Max's eyes widened. "Are you sure the cops won't be suspicious if I dress like this late at night?"
Luke said, "Your dress is worth two months' worth of their salary. Why would they be suspicious?"
Max's lips moved, and she realized that it really did make sense.
In America, money was the law.
There was a lot of news about celebrities and rich kids getting drunk, beating people up, or taking drugs, but the news never mentioned that they had been violently arrested by the police.
Take speeding, for example. A young man in a Lamborghini was stopped for speeding.
As long as the man didn't fight back with a gun, he would be handcuffed at most, and the patrolmen's actions and words would be legal.
But if a man in ordinary clothes was stopped in a secondhand car that cost thousands of dollars, even if his wife and children were in the car, if he behaved the slightest bit strangely, he might be taught how to use a taser, and might even enjoy the sweet smell of gunpowder.
American lawyers and the law were for the rich, or rather, for their money.
The patrolmen wouldn't have the guts to mess around with the rich, and the lawyers would be able to sue them until they lost their jobs and went bankrupt.
Thinking that, Max was too lazy to struggle.
At most … they would go to the police station together for Valentine's Day? Well, that didn't seem normal, but it was special enough.
Very soon, a flashlight shone in through the driver's window, and there was the sound of fingers tapping on the glass.
Luke rolled down the window lazily. "Officer, is there anything I can help you with?"
Frowning, Misty lowered her gun. "Who are you? Why are you here so late at night? "
She looked at the "too cool" dress Max was wearing, and her frown deepened.
Luke smiled. "Officer, do you have a boyfriend?"
Misty snorted. "Answer my question, or …"
Luke interrupted her with a smile. "Because today is February 13th. Officer, you should know, right?"
Another patrolman stood behind Misty, his hand on the gun at his waist.
Looking at the situation in the car, he couldn't have been more envious. He interjected, "You're celebrating Valentine's Day in advance, aren't you?"
He didn't think it was necessary to piss off a rich man over such a trivial matter.
They were just making love in a car by a secluded river at night, which was much more elegant than those who went upstairs in broad daylight on a public beach.
The corner of Misty's eye twitched.
The gift box on the dashboard had clearly just been opened, as well as the famous luxury brand logo on it. The dress the woman was wearing had her back to her, and her colleague's answer. What else couldn't she understand?
Her face was dark. "Tell her to turn around and say something. I need to make sure she's sane."
Luke patted Max on the shoulder. "Honey, come on, say something."
Max turned around angrily. "Officer, I'm fine. Of course, it would've been better if you'd closed the window earlier."
There was no smell of alcohol or cigarettes after the window was opened. Her face was slightly red, but her speech and logic were clear. She definitely wasn't drunk or high.
Misty holstered her gun. "No matter how you celebrate, it's best not to park here. There will be a lot of patrols tonight."
Saying that, she beckoned her colleague to leave.
Watching the patrol car drive away, Max finally heaved a long sigh of relief. She then pounded Luke's chest with her fists. "You scared me! I thought I was going to spend the night in detention. "
Luke leaned back in the seat with a smile. "You're overthinking it. This Officer Misty is a woman, after all. She doesn't care about street law and order, so she won't arrest us. "
Max stopped punching. "Ha, you know her?"
Luke said, "Haven't you seen her on TV? She's the only NYPD hero who killed an Experimental on her own and saved a mother and daughter. "
Max was stunned for a moment before she mumbled in embarrassment, "Well, was our attitude too bad just now?"
Luke chuckled. "It's fine. We didn't scold her."
Max looked at him disdainfully. "Do you think I'm stupid? You were mocking her for not having a man to pursue her, right? "
Luke shrugged. "I was just stating the truth. It's not a false accusation. Don't you always mock Caroline for not having a man? She's your roommate. "
Max: "…"
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