Only then did the two black men notice the posture of the young man in front of them, who looked like a student.

In mid-October, the average daily temperature of 15-28 degrees in Los Angeles is still dragging the little tail of summer.

At this moment, New York is in the middle of autumn, and the temperature is mostly between 10-18 degrees.

People are wearing chunky autumn coats, such as jackets and trench coats, which are difficult to wear on the streets in Los Angeles, but are the standard for most people in New York.

Luke was only wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, but the chest of the T-shirt was tightened by well-developed muscles.

Looking at the dust on his body and the sound of ping-pong smashing things inside, the two black men couldn't help but swallow their spittle: although this guy has a tender face, he is a person who does manual work!

And people who generally do manual work are not very good-tempered.

People who do manual work in the Clinton area have even less temper.

Eyes frantically roaming between Luke's developed pectoralis major muscle and 80 sledgehammers, the two black men are in a dilemma.

Don't do it, they feel too embarrassed.

Let's do it, they felt that their heavenly spirit cover was faintly cold, as if a cold wind was about to blow into their brains from the gap in their skull.

I have to say, there was a little mistake in their feelings.

Luke is here to be a police officer, and he hasn't taken office yet, how can he smash their Heavenly Spirit Cover as soon as he comes.

His gaze was actually on the soles of the two men's feet.

When facing a bayonet gangster, it is absolutely not illegal to throw away the decoration tools and accidentally smash the soles of the gangsters' feet.

Suddenly, someone not far away shouted, "Hey, what are you doing?" ”

At this moment, the silent aura between the two sides of the confrontation was broken, and the two black men jumped back two meters away with a whoosh: "Don't come here, boy, don't come here." ”

Luke didn't even bother to look at them.

He turned his head sideways and saw two young white men walking briskly more than twenty meters diagonally opposite.

The one who spoke was a somewhat stocky, half-long brown haired young man, who was followed by a tall, lanky young man with sunglasses.

The short and fat young man raised his voice as he walked this way: "Charlie, Raqqa, what are you doing here?" ”

The two black men turned their heads to look, and subconsciously hid their hands holding knives behind them, and their faces were full of pain, crying and crying: "Oh my God, please let us go, don't go to my house to nag tonight." No, it's better not to be in my house for the rest of your life. ”

The short and fat young man's face was straight: "But, a few days ago, we finally managed to get you out of the police detention cell. At that time, you personally promised that you would go for a formal job, which was a quid pro quo. ”

Luke watched the conversation between the three with great interest, and a little smile appeared on his face: this young man is quite interesting.

has been a police detective for so long, and with the blessing of various abilities, he can easily feel the psychological state of most people.

And the short and fat young man in front of him actually had the feeling of Jennifer's lawyer.

With a calm demeanor and clear eyes, he is a typical righteous player.

The short and fat young man turned his head to look at Luke, and a little smile appeared on his face: "Sir, what do you call you?" ”

Luke smiled back, and the 80 sledgehammer in his hand had been placed back on the side of the door.

He ripped off a glove and reached over, "Just call me Luke." ”

The short and fat young man's eyes glanced over Luke's outstretched hand, and it was clear in his heart: just this palm, at first glance, he was a pampered Sven.

Of course, it's not hard to understand why the Sven would confront two thugs with a sledgehammer.

Fudge himself will also use a baseball bat to defend himself when he is in danger, which does not mean that Fudge is a baseball player.

He also immediately reached out his hand: "Hello Luke, my name is Fudge, Fudge Nelson. ”

The two of them shook their hands slightly, and then politely let go.

Fudge took the initiative to speak again: "That's the case, Mr. Luke......"

Luke: "You're welcome, just call me Luke, and then I don't have to call you Mr. Nelson, right?" ”

Fudge nodded decisively, he looked at this smiling young man with a gentle temperament very pleasing to the eye.

"Luke, I'll tell you the truth. These two guys, one sixteen and the other fifteen, are not yet adults. Fudge gestured to the two black boys below who had tangled expressions but did not dare to leave, and said, "I saw that they threatened you with knives, and I will first say sorry for what they have done." ”

Luke raised an eyebrow: This good old man has gone too far, right?

Seeing his expression, Fudge smiled bitterly, "Although this is a bit excessive, they didn't have much malice just now. Their criminal record so far is only theft, and there is no such thing as wounding people with weapons, so we released them on bail from the police station. ”

Luke glanced at the two black boys beside him, groaned for a moment, and coughed lightly.

Fudge's attention was immediately focused, and he knew that it was likely Luke who was about to make a statement.

Luke: "They, could it be your brother?" ”

Fudge:......

The skinny young man behind him: ......

Two Black Boys: ......

After being embarrassed for a moment, he hurriedly shook his head: "No, there are no African-American elders in my family." ”

Luke's playful heart protruded: "What about cousins? ”

Fudge:......

Skinny young man: ......

Two Black Boys: ......

Fudge smiled wryly, "Luke, I'm not their relative. I was just a lawyer, and I was asked by their mother and cousin to bail them out. ”

Luke glanced at the lanky young man behind Fudge.

Fudge reacted very quickly this time: "He's my partner, there are no African elders!" Well, there are no cousins of African descent either. ”

Hearing this, the corners of the thin young man's mouth couldn't help twitching: Does he have any African-American characteristics when he looks like this? What's going on with your brain circuits!

Luke nodded, retracting his gaze, "What do you mean?" ”

Fudge hesitated and asked tentatively, "If they can, they can apologize to you and make some personal compensation in exchange for your forgiveness, okay?" ”

Seeing that Luke was expressionless, he added, "I promise, they won't harass you in the future." ”

The two black boys wanted to open their mouths to object, but they saw Fudge turn his head and glared at them with sharp eyes: "If you refuse, then I will print out a copy of the bill for the last lawyer's fee, and you can consider whether to repay it in five or ten years." It doesn't matter if you don't understand, I can help you make a repayment plan and tell you exactly how much you need to pay me each month. ”

The two black boys were full of despair, and the butterfly knives behind their backs fell to the ground, and they were there as if they had no strength in their bodies: "Then you better send us back to the detention room." ”

Luke didn't rush to speak, but looked at the two black boys.

Fudge turned his head and looked at him sincerely, "Luke, they're just kids, give them a chance, okay?" ”

Luke pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "They're really not your cousins?" ”

Fudge:......

Skinny young man: ......

Two Black Boys: ......