However, there were benefits to hiding in Texas.
It was rare for Jenny to be alone with Luke in the past few days, and they could even ride horses into the mountains together.
They rode on the same horse and enjoyed the feeling of the wind and the ups and downs on the horse's back, which was something she had never experienced before.
The female CEO had a happy Christmas and welcomed the official arrival of January 1, 2011 with Luke.
At that moment, Elena, who had been returning to Paris for the holidays, called Luke in the mountains and said that she had an emergency and was flying back to New York.
Jenny, who had been comforted by Luke in the past few days and was exhausted, simply let him go.
But she stayed at another ranch next to the Union Ranch and said that she wanted to take a long vacation.
Jenny had bought the ranch a long time ago, and her country house had been built for two years. It was just waiting for her to move in.
Luke didn't have time to care about Jenny's little tricks. He took a private jet back to New York.
Elena didn't say what the emergency was, and her bodyguards didn't send any reports, so it could only be … a prophetic painting.
This was the only thing that Luke had reminded Elena time and time again not to say a word about unless they were in each other's presence.
Having arrived in New York first, he stayed at the airport to pick up Elena, who had arrived in a hurry.
They arrived at Luke's nest. Elena waited for him to confirm that it was safe before she opened her special easel box and revealed two blank sketches.
Luke leaned forward and took a quick look at each of them before he focused on the first painting.
One of the characteristics of prophetic paintings was that they were sloppy, but this one was definitely the sloppiest of them all.
On the screen was a turbulent sea, and the upper half of a huge round head had just emerged from the sea.
The sloppy drawing was so impactful that it was easy to sense the majestic aura of the owner of the head as he rose up.
The two small figures in front of the head served as the best reference to accentuate the size of the round head.
Luke narrowed his eyes and sized up the familiar figure in black and white armor and the katana in his hand.
There was no doubt that it was Big Dipper.
In just a few seconds, he focused all his attention on the other figure.
He was bald and dressed in a cosplay robe, and was about the same height as Big Dipper in his armor.
Familiar! Luke was also very familiar with this person.
However, he didn't think of it immediately, which meant that the two of them didn't meet much, but he had a deep impression of her.
Thinking quickly, Luke was suddenly stunned. "177A Brick Street in Manhattan?"
It was the bald woman who had been drinking milk tea on the rooftop of the old building and watching Batman fly past.
She was also one of the few women that Luke didn't dare investigate too deeply.
Because in the eyes of the drones and most people, there was no old building at 177A Brickle Street.
There were two reasons why Luke could see Xiao Lou and the bald woman. First, he could see her. Secondly, she allowed him to see her.
Either way, this was beyond the scope of normal superpowers.
Turning the illusory into the real, turning the real into the illusory, and being in between the illusory and the real, these characteristics were too obvious.
If it wasn't magic, then it was divine power, and it was at a very high level — at least at the level of Old Mo.
Suppressing his wandering thoughts, Luke focused his attention on the foresight painting in front of him again.
From the screen, it looked like Big Dipper had already entered a state of preparation and was about to unleash his full power.
The bald woman, on the other hand, floated in the air with her hands behind her back. She didn't seem nervous at all, and had the air of a cold bigshot.
Looking at her and Big Dipper's positions and movements, they might be allies. At the very least, they weren't enemies.
Thinking that, Luke finally shifted his attention to the bald, round head on the surface of the sea.
This big head … seemed more familiar than the bald woman's head?
In the sea, a round head, a huge head, and Big Dipper's katana, there was only one truth — this was that super giant octopus!
This big guy, who Luke had met and tricked twice, was indeed qualified to be painted in the foresight painting.
Back on the cruise ship, it was still within the realm of human strength.
After Luke chased the North Pole away and stole one of his katanas, it was very difficult to kill it.
Not only was the North Pole bigger, it was also ridiculously resistant to attacks.
Only the katana, which could cut through Otto's semi-vibranium body, could barely break through its defense. Most ordinary firearms were almost useless against it.
Its massive body, which weighed who knew how many tens of thousands of tons, could easily set off huge waves that could drown many coastal cities.
This giant octopus wasn't an aircraft carrier. It could rely entirely on its own strength to swing its thousand-ton tentacles.
An aircraft carrier, on the other hand, relied on its own power to move forward, but its weight was solved by buoyancy.
If one had to compare it, this giant octopus was on the same level as a aerospace carrier.
In terms of long-range attacks, it should be weaker than a aerospace carrier.
In terms of defense and close-range destructive power, it was far stronger than a aerospace carrier.
But that wasn't enough.
If this guy still had the strength it had at the North Pole, Luke would have been able to beat it back a second time.
After all, he had only lost a katana at the North Pole, and hadn't been in any danger.
A giant octopus of this level wasn't qualified for the mysterious bald female bigshot to appear at all.
It had to be noted that when the Chitauri fleet opened a wormhole in New York, this person had only been on the roof of a small building, casually slapping some nearby soldiers to death, and hadn't shown up at all.
After thinking for a while, he moved the painting away to reveal the second painting below.
This painting was still of a monster.
It was flying in the air, and its target seemed to be the city not far away.
But this monster wasn't complete. Apart from a pair of bat wings and a bat-like head, everything else was blank.
This was the second characteristic of a prophetic painting. It would never show everything, only parts.
For example, the first painting only had a circle of the sea and half of the giant octopus's head. It wasn't even clear where it was.
In the second painting, Luke saw a very familiar building in the city below.
After looking at it carefully for a moment, he sighed and hugged Elena. "This is the Golden Gate Bridge, right?"
Elena nodded affirmatively. "Yes, I've been to San Francisco several times. When I painted it, I knew it was there, which was why I was in such a hurry to come back."
Luke caressed her back to soothe her nerves.
None of the creatures that could be the protagonists of a prophetic painting were ordinary.
Elena couldn't tell much from the first giant octopus. The battle on the sea wouldn't necessarily involve many people, but she felt uneasy.
But this bat-winged monster was clearly heading for San Francisco, where there were a lot of people.
Luke picked up the coffee that Little Snail had just delivered with the robot and poured her a cup. "Okay, don't be nervous. Leave everything to me."
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