Luke didn't pay much attention to Dustin's recount of what had happened tonight and Jennifer's situation.
If Haley had turned into a female Hulk, he might have been happy, since he wouldn't have to worry too much.
The most troublesome thing was that the other party was a friend and family member.
Jennifer wasn't directly related to Luke, but Dustin had been taking care of him since he started work, and was one of the closest colleagues to Luke.
It was the same old saying: Too close to make a move.
Jennifer was also an elite legal and political elite with a strong sense of justice and cunning. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to keep Dustin in line. Hm, it might also have something to do with the fact that Jennifer was only in her early thirties.
But in any case, Luke could only communicate with this "sister-in-law" in a gentle and equal manner in exchange for her help when necessary.
If it was sending her abroad and changing her identity, Luke would be too familiar with it.
The point this time, however, was that Jennifer would turn green when she was agitated, and she would try to persuade people to be "kind" with her fists the size of sandbags.
So, it was better to let the Everything Merchant get in touch with this potential heroine and provide her with some high-tech face-changing equipment.
As long as she didn't turn green in front of everyone, everything would be fine.
A physical superpower was different from a female Hulk.
Luke could easily protect the former, but the latter was a "project" of General Ross, and it was against the rules of the game to take it by force.
Secondly, the bigshot could also give "sister-in-law" professional advice on controlling her emotions and hiding her changes.
After all, nobody knew how to hide better than the bigshot.
As Luke pondered, his hands didn't stay idle. He began to take things out of the big backpack he had brought.
Jennifer was asked to take off her coat in the dense woods, and Dustin personally cleaned it up with a cleaning spray.
Luke, on the other hand, pulled the big-mouthed boy's body away from the carpet, and threw it into his inventory while Dustin and his wife were busy in the woods.
He then turned on the polarizing mirror and stored everything that belonged to the big-mouthed boy in his inventory, before he cleaned up Dustin's car.
After that, he even had time to take out a lollipop and eat it slowly.
After another two minutes, Dustin and his wife finally came out of the woods.
Luke took the cleaning spray from Dustin and gestured for them to stand apart. He then scanned them with the polarizing mirror one last time to clean up any minor mistakes.
In less than a minute, he stopped and said, "Alright, you guys go home first. You just came here for a romantic dinner tonight, but Jennifer, you caught a cold. You might need to take some time off. "
Dustin and Jennifer were both experienced colluders. They understood what was going on and simply nodded silently.
Luke gave Dustin another phone and said, "Contact this person. He should be able to alleviate Jennifer's" illness "to some extent. If the situation permits, it's best to suspend him for a period of time to at least confirm whether his' illness' is under control. "
"Thank you." Dustin patted Luke's shoulder and shook his hand, before he got into the car and left.
In the passenger seat, Jennifer looked at the rearview mirror.
Standing where he was, Luke waved his hand leisurely in farewell. He put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked to the road, as if he were just an old man out for a stroll at night.
She suddenly said, "Isn't Luke a little too good at his job?"
Dustin was still thinking about the phone that could "cure diseases." He nodded casually. "This kid has done a lot of private work in Los Angeles, and has been paid tens of thousands of dollars. This is nothing."
As Luke's boss, Dustin had to know what Luke's income was.
Before Luke resigned, a lot of people had been eyeing his account, waiting to pick a fight with him.
Too many people were jealous of someone who had become a lieutenant at the age of 21.
Even though the higher-ups knew that Luke had connections, and even though his colleagues in the Detective Bureau knew that he was capable, he was still rising too quickly.
For example, Dustin was already 45 years old. If he was lucky, he might only be promoted to inspector next year.
If Luke didn't consider unexpected circumstances, based on his previous promotion speed, he would be able to become a deputy chief at the age of 35.
He was the only one who had resigned.
He was the only one who had resigned on his own accord. Otherwise, if NYPD had a 25-year-old captain, there would definitely be hundreds of officers lining up to write letters to report him.
Jennifer didn't care about that. She emphasized, "What I'm saying is that he's' too professional 'at handling the scene."
Dustin still didn't think much of it. "Darling, he's the detective with the highest rate of solving crimes in Los Angeles. If he wanted to, he could actually be the detective with the highest rate of solving crimes in NYPD, or even in the world. "
Jennifer rolled her eyes.
Even if Dustin and Luke were very close, to the extent that he had fallen out with Deputy Commissioner Brad for him, was she praising Luke?
"What I mean is, you and him work so well together and professionally. This isn't the first time you've worked together to" clean up a scene, "right?" She finally voiced her concern.
Jennifer had been a lawyer for several years, and a district attorney in New York for the past two years.
She was very familiar with dividing the suspects and breaking them down one by one.
In America, a person who committed a serious crime didn't necessarily get a heavy sentence; it was the one who took the fall.
Luke was rich, and he wasn't a police officer. It would be difficult for Internal Affairs to get him to cooperate with an investigation, and they could hire a team of lawyers to help them with the case.
Dustin, on the other hand, was still in the police department. If someone discovered something wrong, they wouldn't be able to deal with the rich Luke, and Dustin would be the target.
Dustin wasn't an idiot. He immediately understood his wife's concern after asking three questions in a row. He couldn't help but laugh. "That's because you haven't worked with this guy before, or you wouldn't be thinking that way."
Jennifer asked, "What do you mean?"
Dustin's eyes flashed, and there was a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "When I work with him, the risks are minimal, and I get the most credit. I never touch those dirty things. There's no exception to that, whether I'm his boss or his partner. "
Jennifer was surprised. "Are you serious?"
She only knew that Luke was a nice guy, but she really didn't have time to learn more. After all, both she and Dustin were busy people, and they might as well do some aerobic exercise if they had the time.
Dustin sighed. "You've heard of John McClane, haven't you?"
Of course Jennifer had heard of the guy who had "shaken up" the New York police system. "The one in his thirties who's almost bald?"
Dustin couldn't help but rub his swept-back hair, rejoicing inwardly. "I'd be thanking the heavens if he only caused ten times as much trouble as Luke did."
Jennifer was lost for words. Did that mean that Mr. McClane was dozens of times more effective at causing trouble than Luke?
That was the only thing she was surprised about. If Dustin wasn't involved in a lot of illegal cases, then it wasn't a problem.
She had only been defending herself tonight, but if word got out that she had turned green, those who came after her definitely wouldn't follow the law.
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