Max laughed, "But there are always men who want to sleep in your bed, use the condoms you bought, sleep with you, and then leave. Of course, it would be perfect if they could steal a few dozen dollars in cash from you."
Luke was shocked: "Are you serious?"
"Really." Max nodded without hesitation: "But he must be handsome."
Luke: "As handsome as me?"
Max glanced at him and thought for a moment: "At least 70% of your level, including the face and muscles."
Luke laughed when he heard this: "That's right, someone like me... can at least take away 200 US dollars, right?"
Max: "If you have money, I'd pay two thousand dollars for a night."
Luke: "Thank you so much for your generosity."
Max: "Get lost, I don't have any money, you should go find those rich women in their 40s or 50s."
Luke encouraged her with a smile: "It's okay, if you work hard on making cakes, you might become a rich woman when you're 40 or 50 years old. I can afford to wait."
Max smiled and said, "Thank you for your kind words."
Luke: "You're welcome. I think we should go in and discuss the theory of making cakes."
Max: "Wait, there's nothing done about tomorrow's cake..."
Luke: "After we finish studying the theoretical posture... ah, I won't know, I will come back to complete it. Even if you don't believe in my ability, you have to believe in my physical strength."
Max rolled her eyes and closed the bedroom door after being picked up. "Don't be too loud later. Caroline said she suffers from insomnia."
Luke: "I'll remind you to keep your voice down. Besides, Caroline is in the bathroom and can't hear you."
While saying this, he was muttering in his heart: They are much busier than us, a self-sufficient female magician... life is really too difficult.
I just don’t know if the new “magic prop” shower head I bought is powerful enough.
…
The next day, Luke himself had already reported to the police station, while his clone was still sitting in Max's living room drinking coffee and eating cake.
Although the clone's measurements were only 10 points, the actual coefficient was 4. With a physique four times that of an ordinary person and the recovery effect of primary self-healing, he didn't feel tired at all last night.
After taking a shower at four in the morning, he took out a bag of coffee from the storage space, leisurely brewed a pot, took out his computer and started browsing the news.
Caroline fell into a coma on the folding bed in the corner of the living room when he came out.
The female magician stayed in the bathroom alone until three o'clock. She came out and went back in again shortly afterwards. She came out at four o'clock with a tired look on her face.
Luke felt that this female magician was indeed a bit difficult, so he decided not to let her toss and turn to make pancakes.
So he gave her an injection of a special sleeping pill, and Caroline immediately fell into a deep and sweet dream.
Luke was at a loss whether to laugh or cry after watching the report on the nightly news about Batman and Black Catwoman fighting against the New York gangs.
It might be more reasonable to change the word "battle" to "beating".
Since there was no fighting at all, the two men who were in a hurry could easily deal with those thugs with one punch each.
If a second punch is used, it is not because the opponent is too strong, but because the opponent's second arm needs to be broken.
After watching the news, he got up and transferred the packed cakes at home to Max's house through the storage space, and prepared lunch for the two girls at the same time.
Luke wasn't worried about how much weight they would gain after eating such a generous amount of financier and stollen.
He can control how much Max grows.
The female magician Caroline is naturally not prone to gaining weight. She was fiddling in the bathroom for more than an hour last night, so it’s no problem for her to eat a few desserts.
At noon, Luke realized that Caroline was about to wake up, so he got up and walked out the side door.
Outside the side door, a beautiful but slightly old horse stood there, staring at him.
Luke stuck the carrot he brought out on the wooden stick next to him and patted its head: "Libao, eat it quietly, don't tell your master."
Libao blinked, neighed softly, put his mouth to the carrot and started eating.
Luke couldn't help but touch its neck again, thinking of a certain exploding black horse: "Alas, it's a pity that you can't catch fire."
After saying that, he smiled to himself, opened the small door in the fence and walked out: What are you thinking about? It's the Ghost Rider who is angry, not the horse.
Five minutes later, Caroline got up and looked around blankly.
When her sight fell on the pile of cake boxes over there, she couldn't help but roll her eyes: "Every morning I don't see him, he just leaves a pile of cakes and leaves. Is this guy a wizard? Well, maybe he was a chef in his previous life, haha."
After slandering the elusive person behind her back, Caroline finally remembered the important matter: "Perhaps, I should suggest that Max replace a soundproof door in her bedroom, or she should cover her mouth in advance, otherwise my insomnia is inevitable."
Thinking of this, she felt a little envious in her heart: I wish it would be my turn to make Max lose sleep.
But where can I find a boyfriend who is handsome, caring, strong and capable? This is the biggest problem for the female magician.
This problem is as unsolvable as where a male magician can find a girlfriend.
…
Luke and Selina decided to slack off when they went to work at the police station, and they didn't forget to bring a batch of cupcakes with them.
The cake was made by the smart kitchen utensils, and the tasks of taking out, packing and boxing were also done by Xiao Wo operating the robotic arm robot, which was effortless and troublesome.
Several groups of colleagues who had been working overtime late at night expressed their gratitude for the snacks brought by Luke and his companions.
They were called out from home last night to work overtime until now. It was such a terrible feeling.
They can't complain yet.
Although it was a bit embarrassing that Batman and Catwoman delivered the goods to the door of NYPD, the meat was already in their mouths, and anyone who didn't eat it was a fool.
Walter, who had just taken office, just looked at Luke and the other man who were greeting and chatting with everyone outside, and waited for them to bring snacks.
Sure enough, Luke came in a few minutes later.
Walter was more direct than Dustin. He didn't even close the door of his office and went straight to the point: "Would you like to have some of the cases transferred to you?"
Luke smiled and shook his head: "No, John, Joe, Ricky and other old guys didn't get involved, why should I get involved?"
Walter rolled his eyes, knowing that this guy was trying to be lazy.
He didn't believe that Luke could have been kept in the dark about what Batman and Catwoman did last night.
This guy has only been in New York for about half a year, but he already has as many connections as I do, and his connections with the upper echelons are incomparable.
He slept quietly at home last night and didn't make a single phone call. It's obvious that he doesn't want to share the credit this time.
He then thought about how Luke had just turned twenty, had the rank of Second Class Inspector, and had already been awarded the Combat Cross Medal, so it was indeed a bit too much to try to snatch the credit.
Luke is not John.
The more credits John gets, the higher the possibility of continued promotion.
Because John had been a police inspector for several years before, he had long been eligible for promotion. He was demoted purely because of his own actions.
Luke must now stay in this position for two years. After all, this guy was given an exception at the level of police sergeant and police inspector. Who the hell would dare to give him an exception at the level of police superintendent
A police inspector can already be transferred to a police station as chief. What do other 20-year-old young men who are still patrolmen think of a 20-year-old police station chief