Next was the newly recruited Shadowless, Richard, who had screwed over the previous boss, Amanda.
Although Amanda was indeed ridiculously bad, they couldn't use pressure on someone with a psychological scar like Richard. They had to be well-treated, have a relaxed environment, and have a harmonious atmosphere.
Emma and Lorna were two young mothers, and couldn't even take care of their children at home.
The trio of superpowered girls were busy with their careers and relationships, and couldn't be counted on.
Nikki and Monica, who had graduated from middle school, could only be considered super spare tires, and might not be ready for the next three to five years.
Jessica and Trish were stepsisters. One had superpowers but didn't want to be a superhero, while the other didn't have superpowers but wanted to be a superhero. Both of them had psychological problems and were very conflicted.
Blade spent most of his time wandering around Europe, chasing vampires and cutting them down.
However, he had already told Everything Merchant, who had provided the equipment, that he could be a temporary fighter if something important happened to pay off his debt of points.
What surprised Selina the most were Johnny Blaze and Carter Slade. "Ghost Rider? A magical creature created by Mephisto? "
Luke nodded. "Johnny went into seclusion. He occasionally loses control and kills bad guys. He has poor control over the Evil Spirit of Vengeance in his body, and he might attack us immediately when he sees us. "
Just like how the system's judgment of good and evil wasn't the law, Ghost Rider's judgment of "evil" was a different mechanism.
Selina, however, was more concerned about something else. "I seem to remember you saying that you dealt with Mephisto before. Is your subordinate stronger than a Lord of Hell?"
Luke said, "Mephisto is afraid of being caught and beaten up by some bigshot on Earth, so he uses clones to move around here. His individual combat strength might not be as strong as Ghost Rider's. "
He paused for a moment. "Carter Slade can be used in an emergency, but he's too old. But he's too old. Although he's been injected with Life One, it's possible that he'll die in one burst. "
Selina put her hand to her forehead. "Most people have more problems than abilities. No wonder you didn't pull these people into the Righteous Alliance."
Among them, Richard the Shadowless and Skye were the only "normal" ones who had started working for PDD.
The better news was that these two were technical talents that the Righteous Alliance lacked the most.
Thanks to Luke's hard work, the bat squad had always been in a state of surplus, and only the strong technical skills of the candidates could make up for the team's shortcomings.
On the other hand, Skye was doing network intelligence collection while the Shadowless was locking on to the target. The two just happened to complement each other.
Luke patted Selina's shoulder. "It's all up to you. There's no need to rush. We have a lot of time."
Selina rolled her eyes. "I have a long time, okay?"
Luke chuckled and didn't retort.
On the side, Gold Nugget began to whine.
Selina said, "Stop fooling around. How can the Justice League have a dog?"
"Huh?" Gold Nugget turned its head and looked at Luke pitifully.
Pondering for a moment, Luke nodded. "It's fine to use the name Hellhound. You can send text messages to voice messages. In any case, nobody says that you have to be a dog just because you're called Hellhound."
Gold Nugget's tail immediately wagged happily.
Selina asked, "Then how is it going to fight? How can I join the party? "
Luke thought for a moment. "At most, I'll help it find a suitable symbiote and let it play in the bat cave occasionally."
Gold Nugget wagged its tail even more happily as it rubbed against Luke's leg, roaring inwardly. Finally, the Lun family finally had an official code name in the team.
After the discussion, Luke and Selina spent most of their time at the research institute.
Selina was familiar with the situation, and Luke answered any questions she had.
It wasn't until early August that Elsa's call broke their regular routine.
"It's been a while since you've been back. Has your firm closed down?" His former boss asked a crucial question right off the bat.
Luke knew that something was up. "Do you have a commission?"
Elsa said, "Do you remember Margaret Cohen? I'll ask for her. "
Luke asked, "That rich art student?"
After a brief silence, Elsa said, "She already graduated, okay?"
Luke didn't think too much of it. He was actually thinking about the woman's status as a widow, but there was no need to say that out loud. "What commission did she have?"
Elsa said, "It's about her sister, but she said that she could only tell you."
Luke was surprised. "Are you sure?"
Elsa wasn't a regular detective in Los Angeles. She was now a lieutenant, and was expected to be promoted to captain next year.
She had a lot of police resources at her disposal.
If she really needed to, she could get John McClane to investigate the case.
That really piqued Luke's interest.
It would be interesting if Margaret skipped Elsa, her friend who was a police officer, and asked Luke, a private detective.
Thinking for a moment, he said, "Alright, I'll set up a time to meet her. Hm, is her phone number still the same? "
Elsa said, "… Yes, her number hasn't changed."
Luke asked, "Do you want to come with me?"
Elsa said, "No, she wants to keep it a secret."
Luke said, "… Got it. I'll treat you and the boss when I'm free in a few days."
Instead of answering, Elsa asked, "Is Selina back?"
Luke said, "She just came back a few days ago."
Elsa said, "She'll let me know when it's time. You don't have to."
Luke: "Huh?"
Elsa said, "You never speak the truth. Selina is much more reliable than you are."
Luke was lost for words. You're best friends, and I'm just being polite. How can that be the same?
Of course, that was just what he thought.
In fact, the people on the hill would contact each other every ten to fifteen days to update each other on their situation.
Elsa was just looking for an excuse to get together with Selina.
…
Luke wasn't an office worker anymore, and he didn't care about the timing. He immediately dialed Margaret's number.
This was the first time he had called her.
The last time he went to the widow's house, he had called her sister, Haley Cohen.
In comparison, he was more familiar with Dr. Haley.
The call was quickly picked up, and Luke told her his name. The other party immediately greeted him in a fluster and awkwardly exchanged a few pleasantries.
Marguerite stuttered as if she had memorized a few lines of polite speech but rarely spoke them.
Luke didn't feel anything at all.
When he was a detective, he had met a lot of weirdos, such as alcoholics, psychopaths, and people who didn't make sense at all.
Very soon, he interjected and controlled the direction and pace of the conversation. With a few words, he settled the matter of the meeting and politely said goodbye.
It was a private conversation, and it was reduced to "meet at a certain time and place to talk in detail."
Although Margaret was beautiful and had a good personality, they were just acquaintances, and there was no need to chat over the phone.
After putting down the phone, Luke told Selina that he was going to have coffee with a beautiful widow and asked if she wanted to come.
In the end, Selina said, "From Russia?"
Luke: "… Margaret Cohen."
Selina turned around and continued writing on the screen. "Oh, not interested. Go have fun on your own."
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