Having said that, Emily vaguely understood Luke's purpose, but she always felt that something was wrong. Roger Consius was her superior, and if she didn't let him investigate the case on his own, it would be an act of overstepping her authority.
"I'll leave the gift here. If you accept it, we'll go to Gotham City right now. If you don't accept it..."
Luke didn't say anything else, his expression said it all.
Emily is a kind person. Her military father's words and deeds have instilled in her a sense of justice since childhood. It is this sense of justice that made her not refuse the FBI's invitation.
After becoming an agent, she has been working diligently and trying to prove herself. Even though she has suffered all kinds of injustice due to her superhuman identity, she has always maintained a positive and progressive attitude.
She was a person who followed the rules, but today, Luke broke them.
Ignore superiors, bypass levels of authority, take credit for work, operate behind closed doors, become a hero, and be promoted to supervisor...
Emily grabbed her hair with both hands, she was completely stunned.
Luke looked at his watch, and when the second hand turned three times, he said,
"Have you thought about it?"
Emily took a deep breath and said hesitantly, "Just the two of us, can we do it?"
Luke smiled like a happy boy.
"Come with me."
The two came to an underground garage and turned on the lights. A jet-black Lamborghini sports car rushed into view. This sports car was different from the ones Emily had seen before. The gleaming black shell seemed to be wrapped in a layer of black gold armor, flashing a dim light in the light, like a black panther about to hunt in the jungle, majestic and visually impactful.
Even as a girl, Emily could feel the unique charm of this car. She couldn't help but stretch out her right hand and touch the car body. It felt hard, but not cold like metal.
She looked up in surprise. "Composite armor, bulletproof car?"
"I'm quite knowledgeable."
"Lamborghini doesn't produce bulletproof cars, right?" the girl asked uncertainly.
"I modified it myself. It's not only bulletproof, but also has other functions."
Luke opened the trunk and took out a gray armored box. He pressed the button on it and the armored box automatically disintegrated into three layers. On the bottom layer were two sets of black tights made of unknown materials. In the middle were pistols, glasses, masks, etc., and on the top were several rows of gadgets that he had never seen before.
Luke picked up the tights on the right and threw them to Emily.
"This set is yours, change into it quickly."
Emily took the clothes and subconsciously looked for a fitting room. When she saw Luke taking off his shirt and pants and standing there in just a pair of briefs, her expression immediately became awkward.
"Are there any other rooms?"
"Just change here, there's no one around." Luke replied casually. Then, as if remembering something, he looked at Emily meaningfully, "You're not wearing any underwear, are you?"
"roll!"
Emily cursed angrily, walked to a dimly lit corner, took off her clothes and skirt, and put on the tights as quickly as possible.
No matter how fast she ran, she could not escape Luke's prying eyes. He looked her up and down, inside and out, and feasted his eyes on her.
"Have you finished reading it?"
Emily glared at him angrily, "You're still looking!"
Luke pinched his chin and said nothing, his eyes half-closed as he inspected every part of the girl's body. Looking at his focused expression, you would have thought he was looking at a work of art.
The old saying is absolutely right, tights are the standard for a heroine. Her body curves are truly unique, with all the curves varying from top to bottom. Add to that her purple hair and eyes, and her beautiful face, and there is only one word to describe her - stunning!
"Look at me hitting someone again."
"Okay, I won't watch it anymore."
Luke withdrew his gaze with a lingering feeling, and bent down to organize the small things in the armor box.
Emily began to get familiar with her "uniform".
The tights are black and gray in color, with no patterns or lines. The weight is neither light nor heavy, but within an acceptable range. The material is extremely elastic and fits tightly against the skin without feeling restrictive.
There is a gray metal belt tied around the waist with a row of slots on it, probably for storing things.
There is a black transistor embedded in each shoulder, and silver threads pop out from under the transistors, extending to the finger joints.
Apart from these, there are buttons on the outside of the thumbs of both hands. Emily tried to press the button on the left hand.
Sizzle!
The air crackled and electric current overflowed from the end of the silk thread, wrapping her palm like a sheath. The girl was startled. After a few seconds, when she found that the electric current would not harm her, her eyes immediately lit up.
"This is..."
"When a 320V AC power grid hits the human body, it will damage cells and cause neural breakdown, leading to various complications such as spasms, shock, and convulsions. When using it to attack, do not stay on the enemy for more than five seconds, or it will kill them."
"oh!"
Emily responded foolishly, pressed the button, the current disappeared, pressed it again, the current came out, pressed it again, it disappeared again, pressed it again, it came out again, back and forth, over and over again...
Luke was speechless. How could a twenty-year-old man act like a child?
"What's the right-hand button for?"
After pressing her left hand, Emily immediately thought of her right hand.
"Neuronal microcurrents stimulate the body to continuously secrete adrenaline, allowing the mind to remain highly focused in dangerous environments."
"That's right!" Luke quickly reminded, "This thing will consume your body's energy, don't press it casually."
Emily nodded, suppressing the restlessness in her fingertips, and glanced through the armor box, curiously asking,
"Are glasses and masks used for disguise?"
"The glasses are equipped with an infrared life detection device. As for the mask..." Luke picked up a white metal ball. "Virus prevention is one thing, but this is more important."
"It contains highly concentrated compressed ethoxyethane, also known as ether. Simply press the button, and after two seconds, the metal shell will automatically shatter."
As an FBI agent, Emily was no stranger to ether. She pointed to the black disk next to her and asked,
"What is this for?"
"A hand grenade that combines the features of a sonic boom bomb and a hand grenade. The fuse time is three seconds."
"What about this?"
Emily pointed to the silver bracelet next to her glasses.
"The wire drawing device, the separated metal wire is extremely tough and can bear a weight of 200 pounds. It is mainly used for jumping from buildings."
The girl wanted to ask more, but Luke raised his hand.
"Don't ask any more questions. These weapons are not for you."
"…"
Emily was stunned for a moment, and a huge sense of loss welled up in her heart. She had already simulated in her mind what weapons to use in what situations, but you equipped her and didn't let her use them. Isn't that bullying!
Luke dug out two unrefined-looking gloves from the bottom of the box.
"This is yours."