It is now mid-December, ten days before Christmas.
During the last battle in New York, Luke's nest was very lucky. One, it wasn't bombed, two, it wasn't crushed, and three, it didn't have a lot of holes.
You know, his place is only a little more than two kilometers away from Stark Tower, and it belongs to the hardest hit area where Chitauri miscellaneous soldiers are rampant.
It is a miracle that the small nest can be preserved so well, but there are also many sundries and stains on the exterior of the building.
The ghost knows what those Chitauri miscellaneous soldiers flying around did, anyway, the outer wall of the small building is mixed with gray, black, yellow and red, which looks a bit like abstract graffiti.
At other times, Luke could say hello and ask people from the home improvement company to help with the exterior decoration.
But now the home improvement company is completely overwhelmed, so he can only support himself with Selena.
Now Luke is painting the wall on the left, and Selina is painting the wall on the right.
After brushing for a while, she couldn't help asking: "I said, can it really not be changed to other colors? White or brick red are fine. Why do you want to paint gray?"
While brushing, Luke said casually: "Do you think white or red is eye-catching, or gray is eye-catching? There are dusty houses around, and our place is very beautiful. What will we do next time we are set on fire?"
Selina was speechless.
This reason seems to be nonsense, but it is actually very possible.
Many times, people will look for eye-catching targets subconsciously.
If the color of the small building stands out from the crowd, it may really be dangerous.
Especially the surrounding neighbors are all apartment buildings of similar height, and it is even more so if there is no use of high-rise buildings to attract firepower.
The new renovation plan of Stark Tower is as high as 30 million, which has made headlines.
The two were agile, and together with the remote control hanger that Luke made, it was almost done in an hour.
Suddenly there was a burst of shouting and shouting. The two turned their heads to look tens of meters away.
There, two groups of people are confronting each other.
Luke took a few glances, controlled the hanger to fall to the second floor, and jumped down.
Selena quickly put down the paint bucket and brush in her hand, and jumped down: "Wait for me."
After catching up with Luke a few steps, she asked, "What's the matter, what's the matter?"
Luke: "Do you know the disaster control department that Tony Stark set up? That aunt is the head of this department."
Selena snorted.
Luke: "I have met one person who quarreled with them. Well, he is not a bad person."
Selena: "Who?"
Luke: "The leading middle-aged white man should be called... Adrian? Last time the bandits took advantage of the earthquake in California to attack the Los Angeles prison and robbed prisoners. I hitchhiked to the prison that night."
Selena nodded and said nothing more.
Luke is a very humane person, and generally he will not accept help from others, even if it is just a free ride.
This happened right in front of his eyes, and he would definitely take care of it.
The two walked closer and had already taken out the police badge wallet and hung it on their chests.
Luke didn't talk nonsense, shouted directly, and squeezed into the crowd: "nypd, what happened here?"
The two groups of people present all looked with surprise on their faces: nypd is so busy now, how could they have the time to take care of such trivial matters of quarrel
When the middle-aged white man Adrian saw Luke, he couldn't help but froze, his eyes showing memories.
Luke walked to the center, between Adrian and the middle-aged fat aunt: "What problems did you encounter?"
The fat aunt shook her head calmly: "No. The matter is over."
Luke nodded and turned to look at Adrian: "Sir, do you have any questions?"
Adrian has found Luke's impression from memory.
In fact, if it wasn't for Luke, he wouldn't come to New York, and if he didn't come to New York, he wouldn't be in the current predicament.
Of course, Luke cannot be blamed for what happened to him. It can only be said that Lady Luck was not on his side.
Seeing that Luke blinked normally, his heart moved, and he said, "I have a problem. It's like this..."
Adrian's statement is simple and clear.
It was he who contracted a batch of garbage cleaning business from New York officials, mainly these building ruins caused by the New York War. When cleaning them, he collected the Chitauri equipment inside and sent them to the official recycling place.
As a result, now the middle-aged fat aunt Anne Hogg is holding an official document, stating that the municipal department has transferred this business to the Stark Group Disaster Control Department.
Annie seemed to have known 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 made sure that there was no problem with the procedure.
In addition, he heard the yelling and cursing of several middle-aged men behind Adrian before, and he probably understood what was going on.
"It's useless for you to find her, she's just an errand." Nodding, he said to Adrian: "Let's go, there happens to be a law firm over there who knows me well, and I'll help you inquire about it what to do."
Adrian hesitated for a moment, then followed.
He actually knew it was useless to make such a fuss.
The Department of Disaster Control is a department of the Stark Group, so why should he compete with others.
It's just that he and a group of old buddies couldn't bear this tone.
He took a few steps and found that no one was following behind him. He turned his head and glanced at a few old men: "Let's go. Didn't you hear that, this Ms. Hogg is just doing errands, and we talk so much nonsense."
Seven or eight middle-aged people looked at each other when they heard the words, and immediately laughed and nodded, mocking the fat aunt Annie opposite.
"Yeah, she's just waving the files of those politicians."
"Don't talk nonsense, maybe his ancestors were also prominent."
"That's right, this is a "minister", such a big "official", we can't afford to provoke him."
A group of people deliberately amplified their voices, laughed and walked away.
Several people behind Annie looked strange, only the person who handed over the document just stepped forward: "Minister, we..."
Annie raised a hand: "Okay, we are very busy at work, let's go."
With that, she turned and walked to her car.
Although Luke's words were not pleasant, they solved the practical problem. At least the group of mindless cleaners left consciously, without delaying each other's time.
The other party is out of work anyway, and she doesn't mind wasting time being disgusting.
She has a high salary from the Stark Group, so it is true that she is an errand worker.
It's just a means of settling disputes.
On the surface, the little police detective was on the other side.
In fact, he did not strive for any benefits for the other party, but let them leave instead.
This young man has some ability! Annie thought so: It's a pity that it's still a bit rough. Those words fell into the ears of some face-saving people, and I am afraid that they will bear hatred for him for a long time.
The attendants who boarded the car together quietly watched the boss's reaction, and were surprised to find that she was actually smiling.