The side of this green space near the road is covered by a green belt, but the side near the river is very open. It is confinement and you can see the Brooklyn Bridge hundreds of 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 swimming by the river at both ends of the bridge.
Helicopters buzzed in the sky from time to time, and they searched back and forth along the river, some with the words fbi printed on them, and more with the logos of various TV stations.
Obviously, there are quite a few reporters who come to grab the news.
Max just looked at it twice, then hurriedly pulled out a telescope from the glove box.
She said she wanted to watch the fun, so Luke temporarily put this little toy in.
Most people in the house world have a bit of a penchant for voyeurism, and many people have done this kind of thing with a telescope.
Give her some tools and she'll be fine.
Excitedly looking through the binoculars, Max had already started broadcasting live: "Wow, what a big scene, there are dozens of cops on the bridge... Well, those people are... csu? What do they do?"
Luke: "Crime scene investigation team, collecting evidence."
As he spoke, he pulled up the handbrake, and then, taking advantage of Max's lack of eyesight, he stretched his hand under his seat, actually taking out a large flat gift box from the storage space.
Max was watching with great interest, and he was still muttering: "I don't know what kind of suspect it is? Can your car hold it?"
Luke poked her with his finger: "Then can you stand this?"
Max turned his head to look, saw the gift box, and opened his mouth: "Holyshxt! Is this... a Valentine's Day gift?"
Luke decisively denied: "No. I just think it suits you very well. In fact, I should have brought it last time, but I forgot."
This really wasn't a Valentine's Day gift, of course he couldn't accept it.
Once you get started on holiday gift-giving, there's no end to it.
After all, he is a very fair person, if he gave one, wouldn't the others not
I feel uncomfortable if I don't give it away. After I give it away, it may become a routine, and I can't miss it every year. Isn't this making myself guilty!
It doesn't matter what the money is, the important thing is that this special holiday gift must be given with heart.
If you just buy something and send it without the usual care, it will have the opposite effect.
Max only represents the easiest difficulty.
Ginny is the former Bai Fumei, and now the domineering female president. The price of gifts for her cannot reflect her sincerity. This one is at least difficult.
And Elena is an artist, and her thinking is sometimes more unpredictable than that of a female president. The gift-giving must be innovative, and it is hellishly difficult to properly give.
So he never spends Valentine's Day with anyone, at most he spends some time before and after the festival.
Max ignored this at all, and laughed hohoho: "Except for the study materials received by the nerd next door when I was eight years old, no one has ever given me a serious Valentine's Day gift. Well, here Wouldn't it be an electric toy? Or a lollipop wrapper with twelve fruit flavors?"
Luke: ... Well, let's not spoil her dream anymore.
Most people were beaten severely for a few years when they first entered the society, but Max was beaten severely by the society since she was a child—her mother is a social person.
If it weren't for Max's open-mindedness beyond ordinary people, it would be normal to become a female version of Jack Bird now.
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 overly frightened: "Could it be, this is a special leather jacket..."
Luke laughed loudly, and stretched out his hand to grab her face to shave: "You think so beautifully! You really bought it, and you can only wear it in your room."
Max snorted, ignored his black hands, and began to quickly open the box with his head down.
Then she snorted and picked up a white dress from the box: "Wow, this thing... so cool."
Luke almost laughed out loud.
Most of the time, the elder sister's flirtatious words are a string of words.
But occasionally encountering "luxury items" that are beyond her cognition, she will "however I am uneducated, and I can say shit about the world".
She doesn't know much about top luxury clothing, but recently picked up a lost (and discarded) fashion magazine that featured the dress.
To put it simply, an actress who was ranked in the top ten of the top 100 actresses in film history 50 years ago once wore the same dress of this brand.
What Luke gave was not a customized version, but an ordinary genuine one, not particularly expensive.
But what makes Max happy is that she just had a mouthful a few days ago and mentioned it casually.
The reason why she likes it, apart from being really beautiful, is probably that the actress known for her sexiness has the same "prominent" "advantages".
Holding the skirt and looking in front of her for a while, she was really tempted: "You wait." Saying that, she squeezed from 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 the sound of rustling clothes rubbing against each other, and within two minutes, she got back into the front row again: "How is it?"
Luke lowered the back of the driver's seat a little, looked at her sideways, and nodded with satisfaction: "It really suits you."
Max rested his unrestricted pectoralis major with satisfaction, and then stretched out his hand to grope under his ribs for a moment: "It just feels a little cool on both sides."
She touched the top of her lower abdomen again: "It's a bit cold here, and the fork is too low."
Luke chuckled: "That's why I turned the air conditioner so high."
Max bowed and moved over, sitting on his lap: "I am very satisfied with this gift, boy, do you want a reward?"
Luke blinked and blinked: "Go on, don't stop?"
Max supported the backrest beside his head with both hands, and came a variant version of the wall in the car: "Is that so?"
As she spoke, her head slowly fell down.
His lips were soft and soft, but Luke's gaze had passed over Max's smooth shoulders, passed through the front windshield, and landed on the Brooklyn Bridge in the distance.
Tonight's joker vs dark knight scene, the tension brought by it gradually eased down.
This performance is still exhausting.
Among them, the seemingly bloody and brutal melee combat is the most relaxed and not worth mentioning.
For Luke, who was gradually getting used to the three-thread operation, the battle between the two clones was nothing more than a "routine", which was about the same difficulty as an ordinary person's left and right hands to complete a set of movements.
Muscle control and the ability of fighting masters make it easy for the two clones to play the effect of martial arts scenes.
A more difficult job is to fully control the joker's expression and voice.
Most of the facial expressions of the two sides in martial arts movies are reshoots or cuts.
And the live version of joker's performance tonight must be done once, without any chance of making mistakes.
So far, it looks like it's working fine.
The most tiring and exhausting process was the process of deliberately leaving some blood, hair, and muscle tissue that belonged to the joker on the bridge deck.