It is now mid-December, and Christmas is only about ten days away.
During the last battle in New York, Luke's nest was very lucky. First, it was not blown up into the sky, second, it was not crushed into pieces, and third, it did not have a lot of holes in it.
You know, he is only a little over two kilometers away from Stark Tower, which is a disaster area where Chitauri soldiers are rampant.
It is a miracle that the nest has been preserved so well, but there are also a lot of debris and stains on the surface of the building.
God knows how those flying Chitauri soldiers were dealt with, but the outer wall of the small building is a mixture of gray, black, yellow and red, looking a bit like abstract graffiti.
At other times, Luke could just give a call and ask the home improvement company to help with the exterior decoration.
But now the home decoration company is completely overwhelmed, so he can only rely on himself with Selena.
Now Luke is painting the wall on the left, and Selina is painting the wall on the right.
After painting for a while, she couldn't help but ask, "I say, can't we change it to another color? White or brick red will do. Why paint it gray?"
As Luke brushed the brush, he said casually, "Which do you think is more eye-catching, white or red, or gray? There are gray houses all around, but ours is so beautiful. What if we get targeted next time?"
Selena was speechless.
This reason may seem ridiculous, but it is actually very possible.
Many times, people will subconsciously look for eye-catching landmarks.
If the small building stands out from the crowd in color, it could be dangerous.
This is especially true when the surrounding neighbors are all apartment buildings of similar height, and there are no tall buildings to attract firepower.
The new renovation plan for Stark Tower is as high as 30 million, and it has made headlines.
The two of them were very agile, and with the help of the remote-controlled crane that Luke had made, they had almost finished it in an hour.
Suddenly, there were bursts of cursing and noise. The two turned their heads and looked a few dozen meters away.
There, two groups of people were confronting each other.
Luke took a few glances, then controlled the hanger to land on the second floor and jumped down.
Selina quickly put down the paint bucket and brush in her hand and jumped down as well: "Wait for me."
After catching up with Luke in a few steps, she asked, "What's wrong? Is there a situation?"
Luke: "You know the Disaster Control Department that Tony Stark set up, right? That lady is the head of this department."
Selina said "oh".
Luke: "I met the man who was arguing with them. He was a pretty good guy."
Selina: “Who is it?”
Luke: "The middle-aged white man who led the group should be called... Adrian? Last time, the gangsters took advantage of the California earthquake to attack the Los Angeles prison and robbed prisoners. That night, I took a ride from his family and rushed to the prison."
Selina nodded and said nothing more.
Luke is a very sentimental person and generally won't accept help from others, even if it's just a ride.
This is happening right in front of him, he will definitely take care of it.
The two men came closer and had already taken out their police badge wallets and hung them on their chests.
Luke didn't waste any words, he just shouted and squeezed into the crowd: "NYPD, what's going on here?"
The two groups present looked at each other in surprise: The NYPD is so busy right now, how could they have the time to take the initiative to deal with such a trivial matter as a quarrel
When the middle-aged white man Adrian saw Luke, he couldn't help but be stunned, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.
Luke walked to the center, between Adrian and the middle-aged fat lady: "What problem did you encounter?"
The fat lady shook her head calmly: "No. It's over."
Luke nodded and turned to look at Adrian: "Sir, do you have any questions?"
Adrian has found Luke's impression from his memory.
In fact, if it weren't for Luke, he wouldn't have come to New York, and he wouldn't have fallen into his current predicament.
Of course, Luke couldn’t be blamed for what happened to him. It could only be said that goddess of luck was not on his side.
Seeing Luke blinking as if it was normal, he was moved and said, "I have a question. It's like this..."
Adrian's statement was simple and clear.
He contracted a number of garbage cleanup businesses from the New York government, mainly the ruins of buildings caused by the New York War. While cleaning them, he also collected the Chitauri equipment inside and sent them to the official recycling center.
As a result, the middle-aged fat lady opposite, Anne Hogg, is holding an official document, indicating that the municipal department has transferred this business to the Stark Group's Disaster Control Department.
Anne seemed to know what was going to happen. She just waved back and an attendant took out a document and handed it to Luke.
Luke took it, flipped through a few pages, and confirmed that there was no problem with the procedure.
In addition, he had heard several middle-aged men behind Adrian yelling and cursing, and he roughly understood what was going on.
"It's no use looking for her. She's just an errand boy." He nodded and said to Adrian, "Let's go. There happens to be a law firm over there that I'm very familiar with. I'll go and ask them what to do about this matter for you."
Adrian hesitated for a moment, then followed.
He actually knew that it was useless to make such a fuss.
The Disaster Control Department is a division of the Stark Group. Why should he compete with them
It's just that he and a group of old friends couldn't tolerate this.
He took a few steps and found that no one was following him. He turned his head and glanced at the old friends: "Let's go. Didn't you hear that this Ms. Hogg is just an errand boy? It's all nonsense for us to say so much."
Upon hearing this, seven or eight middle-aged men looked at each other, then laughed and nodded, and started to make fun of the fat lady Annie opposite them.
"Yes, she can only wave the documents of those politicians."
"Don't talk nonsense. Maybe his ancestors were also prominent in the past."
"That's right. This is a minister, a very important official. We can't afford to offend him."
The group deliberately raised their voices, talked and laughed as they walked away.
The people behind Anne looked strange. Only the man who handed over the document came forward and said, "Minister, we..."
Anne raised a hand: "Okay, we are busy with work, let's go."
With that, she turned and walked towards her car.
Although Luke's words were unpleasant to hear, they solved the practical problem. At least the group of brainless cleaners left consciously and did not waste each other's time any longer.
The other party has lost her job anyway, so it doesn't matter if she wastes time and is disgusting to me.
She is paid a high salary by Stark Group, so it is not wrong to say that she is just a runner and a handyman.
This is just a dispute resolution technique.
On the surface, the young detective was on the other side.
In fact, he did not gain any benefits for the other party, but instead asked them to leave.
This young man has some ability! Annie thought: It's a pity that he is still a little rough. If those words fall into the ears of some people who care about their reputation, I'm afraid they will hate him for a long time.
The entourage who got on the car with her secretly paid attention to the boss's reaction and were surprised to find that she was actually smiling.