The next day, Haley excitedly dragged the husky onto a speedboat and went to Honolulu to check out the "post-disaster" situation on the coast of Mamala Bay. She also asked Extreme Pain to identify the "scene."
Thanks to Luke's text message last night, there were very few deaths at the beach, and most of the damage was property damage.
The female doctor wasn't gloating. She didn't care about the lives of strangers at all. She was only going to the scene to fantasize about the monster battle last night.
She was now a superhuman, and naturally cared about this circle.
She was especially interested in the old man called Pennyworth.
She had been asking questions for a long time last night, but Luke found it too noisy and threw her onto the bed after he hypnotized her.
Without the Extreme Pain symbiote, it would only take a thought for Luke to make the female doctor sleep like a pig.
In the next few days, Hawaii became more and more lively.
News of Godzilla and Muto's reappearance and battle in Honolulu attracted all kinds of people.
Everywhere on the beach of Mamala Bay, people were asking about what happened that night.
Dozens of kilometers away, speedboats were shuttling back and forth. Every now and then, someone would take out professional equipment and collect strange-colored seawater to take back for testing.
Luke and Haley's villa, however, was still rarely visited.
This beach villa was on Molokai Island, which was almost a hundred kilometers away from Honolulu.
The villa was on the south side of the island, and the battle at Gomu had taken place on the north side of the island behind the villa. Even the tsunami hadn't affected this place, let alone witnessed it live.
The only trouble was with the temporary neighbors next door.
A male tourist in the villa on the right accidentally saw Haley and greeted her from time to time, but in fact, he was trying to please the female doctor.
There was a fifteen-year-old daughter in the family on the left. She was very interested in Luke, and used the excuse of swimming to strike up a conversation with him.
Luke was currently using Jack Bord's face. He wasn't earth-shatteringly handsome, but with his physique and mental strength, he could still attract some girls.
It was impossible for him to become ugly.
He was on vacation in Hawaii, not on a mission. Naturally, he wouldn't use a passerby's alias.
A few days later, in the evening, Haley walked out with a glass of juice and successfully chased away that shameless little bitch with her gaze.
She put down the juice in her hand and lay on the chair next to her. She pursed her lips at the girl who was walking away. "You like the little girl in Number 32. It's fine if you don't allow me to hypnotize her, but why don't you let me deal with the dirty man in Number 34?"
Without even looking away from the tablet in his hand, Luke picked up the iced juice that had just been delivered to him and took a sip. "Do you spend time studying the difference between two grains of sand under your feet?"
Haley said, "No, but the grains of sand can't talk, much less release their hormones to seduce you."
Luke hummed and said, "Don't worry, yours is prettier than hers."
Haley chuckled. "What's the point of just talking? I'm like a grain of sand being stepped on."
Luke suddenly put down the tablet and turned around.
Haley turned her head too. "What's wrong?"
Luke narrowed his eyes. "It seems an old friend is here."
Haley was alarmed. "A woman?"
Luke said, "Yes, I asked her to be a guest back then."
Haley smiled brightly and walked into the house. "I'll go in and change first."
The so-called guests they were talking about were the survivors of the Game of Bravehearts, who wanted nothing more than to kill Joker and Queen.
Haley ran so fast because she was in so much pain when she entered the house.
Otherwise, with her own combat ability, she would only be a burden to Joker.
A few seconds after she entered the house, a strong wind blew from the ridge behind the house.
A moment later, a Quinjet broke out of stealth and landed on the grass behind the house.
The rear hatch opened, and two people walked out.
In front of the house, Luke smacked his lips at the two people on the surveillance camera. He lay back on the beach chair and picked up the tablet again.
He had no choice! He was too familiar with them to make a move.
Even if he was wearing Joker's identity, he couldn't be bothered to fight them. He might as well figure out their purpose first.
Both of them were women, one tall and the other short.
The tall one was tall and slender, but her pectorals weren't developed enough.
The short one was curvy, but her legs weren't long enough.
What was even more annoying was that they were both wearing armor that Luke had sold himself.
There weren't many women who could fly a Quinjet and wear armor to pick a fight with Joker.
Maria Hill and Natasha, who were members of the Avengers, undoubtedly had the guts.
After they got off the plane, they jumped up and landed on the beach in front of the house.
Haley, on the other hand, happened to walk out of the house in a floral dress.
All three women turned their heads to look at each other.
Women who were beautiful to a certain extent were natural enemies.
They wouldn't fight immediately, but they would subconsciously compare themselves to the other party in all aspects.
The three women's mental state went something like this: Hill: Her legs aren't as long as mine, but her focus is better. She's obviously a horse flea.
Natasha: Except for her long legs, she's "average."
Haley: The tall one isn't as focused as mine, and the short one's legs aren't as long. The tall one is cold, and the short one's skills are too rough.
Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the undisguised mental fluctuations of the three women behind him. Hey, I'm the main character! Do the three of you want to fight it out first?
Finally, Hill retreated from the provocation.
She was a civilian to begin with, and wasn't that aggressive.
Natasha and Haley, on the other hand, had the feeling that they were evenly matched.
Both of them worked on the frontlines to collect intelligence, except that Haley was more academic, while Natasha was more experienced.
Hill walked up to Luke and watched him slowly raise his eyes. She suddenly froze.
At that moment, Joker wasn't wearing his signature purple suit. He was just wearing ordinary jeans and a white shirt.
He didn't have the eye-catching white powder, black eyes, or clown makeup on his face, but the normal look of a fair and thin young man.
The only thing that didn't change was the cold and mocking look in his eyes.
In that instant, Hill forgot all her thoughts, and her mind overlapped the eyes of the person who had appeared in her dreams countless times.
It's him! It's really him! She murmured in her heart.
Not far away, Natasha sensed Hill's abnormality and called out to her via internal comms, "Hill, don't get distracted. He's a psychotic murderer, not your boyfriend. "
Hill turned her head blankly. "Huh? What did you say?"
Natasha gritted her teeth. … If you're short of men, why don't you go after work and pick them up? What the f * ck are you doing now?!
But she only cursed inwardly.
If Joker was such a simple person, he couldn't have escaped from the Dark Knight so many times.
Also, after the incident, Joker could have retreated in advance every time, but he didn't.
Instead, he would wait until the Dark Knight arrived and beat him half to death before sneaking away with a smile.
Natasha and Hill also knew that the Dark Knight was Batman.
Thus, this was a bad guy who hadn't become disabled after being beaten up by Batman several times, but was still alive and kicking. That was the scariest thing about Joker.
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