Super disguise is the ability that Luke is least proficient in using.
Especially when it comes to adjusting the genetic characteristics of various parts of the human body, it is extremely troublesome.
But in order to make it irrefutable that the Joker is Jack Bird, the blood, hair and muscle tissue must be clearly shown in front of the camera.
SHIELD had already found Jack Bode's home, where there were enough comparison samples.
It is extremely rare in the world to have the ability to transform into another person at the genetic level, and the combat power displayed by Joker seems to be a physical enhancement system.
People with dual abilities were also rare, and the possibility of one of them being genetically deformed was almost zero.
In this way, basically no one will doubt the identity of Joker.
In this way, Joker has given the pursuers a good wrong start, ensuring that those who start from Jack Bird will inevitably go in the wrong direction.
As for the two groups of guests from S.H.I.E.L.D., one group includes Hydra + Extremely Wicked, and the other group includes some neutral people.
With a base of eighteen people, the distinction between evil and neutral people is difficult to change.
Therefore, after the game starts, the number of people pressing the button in the second group is greater than that in the first group, and they do it faster.
Even two Hydra low-level members of Group 2 pressed the button, apparently wanting to rescue their boss - a Hydra minor leader.
Unfortunately, the setting of the judgment game itself is that whoever is more kind will survive.
There is a huge fast-inflating air bag under the entire chair, which ensures that it will float out of the water within two minutes.
Even if the airbag malfunctions, the Dark Knight who falls into the water will pull the two groups of guests up to avoid deducting points for killing neutral people.
The group of guests who were ejected separately also had such airbags under their seats, but they were destined not to use them.
The two groups of people fell into the water at about the same time, but the group that was ejected alone would only die.
The sealing devices of the individual seats that were ejected with them would ensure that they would start drinking water as soon as they entered the water and would drink until they died.
The Dark Knight will not pull them out of the water until the kill score is received in the system.
In other words, the Dark Knight just put on a scene, fished out the bodies of these eighteen people, and gained some points for being a "partner of justice."
The eighteen people had a total of more than 24,000 points, with the lowest score being 700 and the average score being over 1,000. They were indeed scum who had done too many bad things.
Uncle Joker didn't lie.
He did release the eighteen men from the tower. They were unable to climb out of the steel restraint chairs on their own and could only blame themselves for not being able to save their lives.
Luke tilted his head back, squinted his eyes, and placed his hands on Max's soft waist, feeling comfortable all over.
The bad guys die, the good guys are fine, you get the points, and everything is under control.
Suddenly, his ears moved, and he used his hands to help Max adjust the dress: "Someone is coming." He then adjusted the car window to its normal transparent state.
Max opened his eyes and looked: "Where is it?"
Luke chuckled, turned her around, and sat her sideways on his lap: "It's over there on the highway, why would there be someone in the river."
Max leaned his head on his shoulder: "Who has time to come here at this late hour?"
Luke glanced at the faint red and blue light flashing on the green belt and said, "The police."
Max's whole body tensed up: "Ah? Why didn't you tell me earlier to let me get up."
Luke hugged her and said, "Don't worry, we look like serious people."
Max's eyes widened. "Are you sure the cops won't get suspicious if I dress like this in the middle of the night?"
Luke: "Your dress is worth two months' salary for them, why are they suspicious?"
Max moved his lips and found that what he said really made sense.
In the United States, money is everything.
There are many news reports about American celebrities and rich second-generations being arrested for being drunk, beating people, or taking drugs, but the news never mentions that they were subjected to violent police enforcement.
Take speeding as an example. A young man who was driving a Lamborghini and dressed luxuriously was stopped for speeding.
As long as the man doesn't pull out a gun to fight back, the most that awaits him is handcuffs, and the patrol officer's actions and language will be in accordance with the rules.
But if an ordinary-dressed person driving a used car worth thousands of dollars is stopped, even if his wife and children are in the car, once his behavior is slightly abnormal, it is very likely that he will receive the basic training of using a stun gun and enjoy the sweet air mixed with gunpowder.
Lawyers and laws in the United States are for the rich, or to serve their money.
Patrol police would never dare to do anything wrong to rich people, but lawyers can find their faults and sue them until they lose their jobs and go bankrupt.
Thinking of this, Max was too lazy to struggle.
At most...the two of them went to jail together for Valentine's Day? Well, this didn't seem normal, but it was special enough.
Soon, a flashlight shone in from the driver's seat window, followed by the sound of fingers tapping on the glass.
Luke lazily lowered the window: "Officer, what can I do for you?"
Misty frowned and lowered the muzzle of the gun in her hand: "Who are you? What are you doing here so late at night?"
She looked at the "too cool" dress Max was wearing and her frown deepened.
Luke laughed, "Officer, do you have a boyfriend?"
Misty snorted coldly: "Answer my question, otherwise..."
Luke interrupted with a smile: "Because today is February 13th, officer, you should understand, right?"
Another patrolman who came with her stood behind Misty, his hand also on the handle of his gun at his waist.
Looking at the situation in the car, he was extremely envious and interrupted, "Are you celebrating Valentine's Day in advance?"
He felt that there was no need to offend a rich man over such a small matter.
They were just having sex in a car by a secluded river at night, which was much more elegant than those people having sex on a public beach in broad daylight.
Misty's eye twitched.
The obviously just-opened gift box on the center console of the car, the famous luxury brand logo on the box, the skirt worn by the woman with her back to her, and the answer from her colleague just now, what the hell is there to not understand.
She said with a dark face: "Tell her to turn her face around and say a few words. I want to make sure she is sane."
Luke patted Max's shoulder and said, "Come on, honey, say a few words."
Max turned his head back unhappily: "Officer, I'm fine. Of course it would be better if you could close the car window earlier."
After the car window was opened, there was no smell of alcohol or cigarettes inside. Her face was slightly red, but her speech and logic were clear, and she definitely did not seem to be drunk or high.
Misty put her gun back into its holster. "Whatever you do to celebrate, it's best not to stop here. There will be a lot of patrols tonight."
As she said that, she called on her colleagues to leave together.
After watching the patrol car drive away, Max let out a long sigh, relaxed, and punched Luke in the chest: "You scared me to death! I thought I would have to spend the night in the detention room."
Luke smiled and laid back on the backrest: "You think too much. Officer Misty is a woman after all, and she doesn't care about street security. She won't arrest us."
Max stopped his fist: "Huh, you know her?"
Luke: "Haven't you seen her on TV? She's the only NYPD heroic policewoman who killed a test subject all by herself and saved a mother and daughter."
Max was stunned for a moment, then he was a little embarrassed and said: "Um, was our attitude too bad just now?"
Luke chuckled, "It's okay. We didn't scold her."
Max looked at him with contempt: "Do you think I'm stupid? Were you mocking her for not having any men chasing her?"
Luke shrugged. "I just stated a fact. It's not a false accusation. Don't you often mock Caroline for not having a man? She's still your roommate."
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