The roadside side of this green space is covered by a green belt, but the riverside side is very open. It is secluded but you can clearly see the Brooklyn Bridge several hundred meters away.
I saw that a section of the bridge over there had been completely blocked by police cars on both sides, and the police lights of patrol cars were also flashing on the riverside at both ends of the bridge.
From time to time, helicopters would buzz by in the sky, searching back and forth along the river. Some had the words FBI printed on them, and more had the logos of various TV stations.
Obviously, there were many reporters who came to grab the news.
Max just took a quick look and then hurriedly took out a telescope from the glove box.
She said she wanted to come and watch the fun, so Luke temporarily put this little toy in.
Most people in the world have a little bit of a voyeuristic tendency, and many people have done things like looking around with a telescope.
There's absolutely nothing wrong with providing her with some tools.
Max excitedly brought the telescope to his eyes and began to broadcast the situation live: "Wow, what a big scene, there are dozens of police on the bridge... Um, those people are... CSU? What do they do?"
Luke: "Crime scene investigation team, collecting evidence."
As he said this, he pulled the handbrake, and while Max's eyes were not focused, he reached under his seat and actually took out a large flat gift box from the storage space.
Max was watching with great interest, muttering, "I wonder what kind of suspect it is? Can your car withstand it?"
Luke poked her with his finger: "Can you handle this?"
Max turned his head and saw the gift box. He opened his mouth wide and said, "holyshxt! Is this... a Valentine's Day gift?"
Luke denied it decisively: "No. I just think it suits you very well. Actually, I should have brought it last time, but I forgot."
This really wasn't a Valentine's Day gift, so he certainly couldn't accept it.
Once the holiday gift-giving thing starts, there's no end in sight.
After all, he is a very fair person. If he gave gifts to one person, then shouldn’t he give gifts to others too
If you don't give gifts, you will feel uncomfortable. But if you give gifts, it may become a routine and you must do it every year. Isn't that asking for trouble
It doesn’t matter how much money you spend, what’s important is that this special holiday gift must be made with care.
If you just buy something and send it as a gift without putting in the usual effort, it will have the opposite effect.
Max only represents the easiest difficulty.
Ginny used to be a beautiful, wealthy woman, but now she is a domineering female CEO. The price of the gift you give her cannot reflect your sincerity, which is at least difficult.
Elena is an artist, and her thinking is sometimes even more unpredictable than that of the female CEO. Giving gifts must be original, which is a hell of a difficulty.
So he never spends Valentine's Day with anyone, and at most he spends some time thinking about it around the holiday.
Max ignored this and laughed, "Except for the study materials from the nerd next door when I was eight years old, no one has ever given me a proper Valentine's Day gift. Hmm, is there an electronic toy in here? Or is it lollipop wrappers with twelve fruit flavors?"
Luke: ...Well, let's not ruin her dream anymore.
Most people are beaten for a few years when they first enter society, but Max has been beaten by society since she was a child—her mother is a social person.
If Max's personality wasn't so open-minded, it would be normal for her to become a female version of Jack Bird.
At this moment she stared at the gift box: "Can I open it?"
Luke: "Well, you can put it on right away. The temperature in this car is high enough that you won't catch a cold."
Max turned his head in surprise, looking extremely frightened: "Could it be that this is a specially made leather jacket..."
Luke laughed and reached out to pull her face and said, "You wish! If I buy it, you can only wear it in your room."
Max said "oh" and ignored his dirty hands, and began to quickly open the box with his head down.
Then she exclaimed, picking up a white dress from the box: "Wow, this thing is... so cool."
Luke almost laughed out loud.
Most of the time, this elder sister talks a lot of dirty talk.
But occasionally when she encounters "luxury items" that are beyond her cognition, she would say, "What a shame, I'm uneducated, so I have to say 'wow' to everyone."
She didn't know much about top luxury clothing, but she recently found a fashion magazine that was lost (discarded) by a customer, and this dress was featured in it.
Simply put, fifty years ago, a female star who was ranked in the top ten of the top 100 actresses in film history once wore the same dress of this brand.
What Luke gave was not a customized version, but just an ordinary genuine version, not particularly expensive.
But what made Max happy was that she had just mentioned it casually a few days ago.
The reason why she likes it, besides that it is really beautiful, is probably because the actress who is famous for her sexiness has the same "outstanding" "advantages".
After holding the skirt in front of her and looking at it for a moment, she was really tempted: "You wait." Then she squeezed through the gap in the middle of the front row to the back row.
Luke smiled and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the car.
There was a rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and within two minutes, she was back in the front row: "How is it?"
Luke lowered the back of the driver's seat, looked sideways at her, and nodded with satisfaction: "It really suits you."
Max also supported his unrestrained pectoralis major with satisfaction, and then reached out to feel under his ribs for a while: "I just feel that these two sides are a little cool."
She touched her lower abdomen again: "It's a bit cold here, and the crotch is too low."
Luke chuckled and said, "That's why I turned the air conditioner up so high."
Max leaned over and moved over, sitting on his lap: "I'm very satisfied with this gift, boy, do you want a reward?"
Luke blinked and said, "Keep going, don't stop?"
Max put his hands on the backrest beside his head and did a variant of the wall-dong in the car: "Is that so?"
As she spoke, she slowly lowered her head.
His lips were soft, but Luke's gaze had already passed Max's smooth shoulders, through the windshield, and fell on the Brooklyn Bridge in the distance.
The tension brought about by the Joker VS Dark Knight scene tonight gradually eased.
This performance was still very tiring.
Among them, the seemingly bloody and cruel close combat is the easiest and not worth mentioning.
For Luke, who is gradually getting used to the three-thread operation, the battle between the two clones is just a "set of moves", which is about the same difficulty as an ordinary person coordinating a set of movements with his left and right hands.
With muscle control and the ability of a master fighter, the two clones can easily perform scenes from martial arts movies.
A more difficult task is to completely control the joker's facial expressions and tone of voice.
Most of the facial expressions of both sides in martial arts films were re-shot or cut in.
The live version of Joker's performance tonight must be performed in one go, without any chance of making any mistakes.
So far, the effect in this regard seems to be okay.
The most tiring and stressful part was the process where he deliberately left some of Joker's blood, hair, and muscle tissue on the bridge.