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Chapter 1574

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Luke couldn't help but shake his head. "You and Elizabeth have been too busy recently. If this goes on, you'll have a lot of problems."

Elsa was vexed and nostalgic. "When I was your colleague, I ate on time at least five days a week. Now, I can't."

Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Hey, can you blame me? It's not like we can run over to your place every day. Besides, how troublesome can it be to order takeout? "

Elsa said, "Come on. Takeout is either as bad as sh * t or as expensive as sh * t. You might as well eat the hot dogs outside the police station. "

Elizabeth, however, couldn't help but interject, "Actually, it's not that bad. It's just not as good as Luke's. "

Luke raised his hand. "Wait, you don't want me to be a delivery boy, do you?"

Selina rolled her eyes at him.

When Luke chatted with her, he had made a lot of GIFs about plumbers, deliverymen, delivery boys, and so on.

Elsa might be a little embarrassed as an "auntie," but Elizabeth was younger than Selina and had outstanding looks and temperament.

Luke really hadn't thought about that.

In Mental Communication, the two ladies really missed the snacks they had received almost every day at LAPD.

Pondering for a moment, Luke suddenly clapped his hands. "Should I help you find a phone delivery app?"

Elsa, who was more experienced, said directly, "Making a phone call isn't as troublesome as sending a message. The problem is that takeout tastes awful and expensive. If we eat too much, it'll turn into fat and pile up on us."

Luke got it.

It was one thing for his food to taste good, but he also rarely made high-calorie fried food and sweet desserts.

For the two female officers, who didn't eat regularly, the combination of good food and not getting fat was the most important thing.

As he thought about it, he remembered something that his uncle had mentioned recently.

The home improvement company in Clinton was doing well, and had recruited a lot of people.

But a lot of young girls and aunties on the block expressed regret.

Female renovation workers generally only appeared in action movies, and weren't common in real life.

It was true that they didn't like this type of work. Apart from a few clerks, there were almost no women in the home improvement company.

Cell phone collection + takeaway? That was an interesting idea.

The Clinton area was in a good location. It was less than a kilometer away from Stark Tower, and NYPD HQ was within five kilometers.

After the fire last time, half of the people in the rescue station moved away. The social workers and the staff hired by the foundation had nothing to do.

Coincidentally, there was a big kitchen there.

But it would take a few weeks or even a month or two to get it done, and he would not mention it here.

The four of them chatted about the various rumors in NYPD again.

Elsa revealed that the new commissioner, Nielsen, had gotten a great deal. The invasion of an alien fleet was actually a good thing for him.

The police department had conducted training in advance so that many police officers could directly lead the public to avoid danger without receiving direct orders. They did not have to bite the bullet and charge forward to be blown to pieces by the aliens.

This caused most New Yorkers to have a higher opinion of the police department. At the same time, the number of dead and injured officers also decreased significantly.

In the early days of training, the middle and lower levels of the police station were full of complaints. They felt that it was simply formalism, and that it was better to give everyone a higher salary.

Many comments also criticized Commissioner Nielsen's inexperience, extravagance, and wasteful spending of taxpayers' money and donations.

Now, he could only swallow those words.

Commissioner Nielsen wasn't doing well, but his position was basically stable now.

The commissioner had benefits, and the new sheriff had also benefited a lot. The impact of the resignations could no longer shake their positions.

Elsa and Y'lisabet would definitely be promoted next year as members of Luke's small mountain.

Dustin might also go from having some real power to having real power.

After the resignations, a promotion in NYPD meant a pay raise.

With the increase in the danger of the job, and the donations from the bigshots in New York, Nielsen started to increase the benefits of the middle and senior officers.

Both position and seniority had weight, and he tried to retain the experienced and capable backbones of the police department.

After all, the lower level patrol officers could be recruited quickly, but the middle and senior officers had to have enough ability and experience. Not everyone could do well.

Luke casually suggested that it would be best for Elsa to rent a house in New Jersey. At the very least, her house wouldn't be torn down in the middle of the night or collapse while she was at work.

Elsa rolled her eyes, but didn't retort.

Luke was referring to the attack of the Experimentals and the invasion of the Chitauri.

She was single and had a higher salary; it was only right for her to move to a better place for her safety.

At that point, it was time for dinner, and everybody moved to the dining room.

There were only four people at the party today, and it was a rather depressing day. At the very least, Elsa and Elizabeth might be dejected.

So, dinner soon turned into a small party.

The rule of not talking during meals was thrown aside, and drinking became the main theme.

After they were done eating, Luke tried to slip away as usual, leaving the three women alone.

Unlike before, he didn't succeed this time, and was caught by Elsa.

It was indeed weird for three women to spend Valentine's Day together. He didn't insist on leaving, and simply suggested that they use their phones to connect to the internet and play cards in F2F's recreation room.

Why didn't they just use real cards? Luke's reason for doing so was that they wouldn't have to shuffle and draw the cards themselves.

It was human nature to slack off. Everybody felt that there was nothing wrong with that, and readily agreed.

Then, the four of them held their phones, drank, and talked about their scandals.

Of course, they weren't talking about each other, but about other people.

Elsa was the first to talk, starting with Commissioner Nielsen's affair with a certain beautiful bureau chief.

Then, Elizabeth revealed that the former deputy director of the internet department, who had been her immediate boss a few months ago, had been "reporting" to the previous commissioner, and had been caught by her snooping.

None of the women who had worked in the police department for years were obedient.

It was purely because they were well-mannered that they didn't curse.

In fact, all police officers liked to curse in private, including Luke.

That was a specialty of his profession.

With all the weird people and things they encountered every day, they would really have a mental breakdown if they didn't curse the law or f * ck the law.

It was a common occurrence for drug dealers, hooligans, and rich people to be the sons of the beach.

For the same reason, when it came to scandals, even Elizabeth, as a "young man," used words that were "sophisticated" and "quintessential."

But Luke reckoned that Elizabeth's description was so "vivid" because her former boss had targeted her too much.

She went in with stockings and lipstick, and came out with bare legs and wiping her mouth.

More importantly, Elizabeth's former boss usually dressed properly and was strict and old-fashioned, but in private, he was actually a talent.

That was indeed shocking news.

Even Elsa shook her head and sighed. She only knew about the rumors, but it was indeed rare to witness such a thing.

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