Only then did the two black men notice the figure of the young man in front of him who looked like a student.

In mid-October, the average daily temperature in Los Angeles is 15-28 degrees Celsius, and it is still holding the summer tail and not letting go.

But at this moment, New York is in full bloom, with temperatures mostly between 10-18 degrees.

People have put on thick autumn jackets, such as jackets and windbreakers, which are difficult to wear in Los Angeles, but are standard for most people in New York.

Luke only wore a long-sleeved T-shirt, but the chest position of the T-shirt was tightly stretched by the developed muscles.

Looking at the dust on his body and the sound of smashing things inside just now, the two black men couldn't help but swallow: Although this guy has a tender face, he is a physical worker!

Most people who do physical work have bad tempers.

Those who do physical work in Clinton District have even less temper.

The sight was on Luke's developed pectoralis major and the 80th sledgehammer, and the two black men were in a dilemma.

If they don't do it, they feel too embarrassed.

Let's do it, and they feel that their heavenly spirit is faintly cold, as if a cold wind is about to blow into their brains from the gaps in the skull.

I have to say that they made some mistakes in their feelings.

Luke came here to be a policeman, and before he took office, how could he smash their celestial cover as soon as he came?

His gaze was actually looking at 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 gangster's feet.

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

Now, the silent aura between the two sides of the confrontation was broken, and the two black men jumped back two meters away with a whizz: "Don't come over, boy, don't come over."

Luke didn't bother to see them.

He turned his head and saw two young white men walking over twenty meters diagonally across from him.

The one who opened his mouth was a little short and chunky, brown and half-long hair, and behind him was a tall and thin man with sunglasses.

The short and fat young man walked up the volume while moving here: "Charlie, Raka, what are you doing here?"

The two black men turned their heads and looked at it, subconsciously hid their hands holding the knife behind them, their faces full of pain, and cried with a sad face: "Oh my God, please let us go, don't go to my house tonight and nag again. No, it's best not to show up at my house in this life."

The short and fat young man looked up and said, "But, we finally got you out of the police station detention room a few days ago. At that time, you personally agreed to find a formal job, which is a condition of exchange."

Luke looked at the conversation between the three people with interest, and had a smile on his face: This young man is quite interesting.

After being a police detective for so long and having various abilities to support him, he can easily feel the psychological state of most people.

And the short and fat young man in front of him actually felt like a lawyer Jennifer.

He is calm and has a clear look, and is a typical justice-type player.

The short and fat young man turned his head and looked at Luke, with a smile on his face: "Sir, what do you call you?"

Luke also smiled back, and the 80 sledgehammer in his hand had been put back to the door.

He pulled off a glove and reached over: "Just call me Luke."

The short and fat young man glanced at Luke's hand, and he knew in his heart: Just this palm, he looked like a pampered gentleman.

Of course, it is not difficult to understand why the Svener confronted two gangsters with a sledgehammer.

When Foggy encounters danger, he will use a baseball bat to defend himself. This does not mean that Foggy is a baseball player.

He also immediately stretched out his hand: "Hello Luke, my name is Forge, Forge Nelson."

The two of them politely slid their hands.

Forge spoke again: "It's Mr. Luke like this..."

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

Foggy nodded decisively. He looked at the young man with a smile and gentle temperament and was very pleasing to him.

"Luke, let me tell the truth. These two guys are sixteen years old and fifteen years old, and they are not yet adults." Fudge signaled to the two black boys below who were confused but dared not leave, saying, "I saw that they threatened you with knives. I'll say sorry for what they did."

Luke raised his eyebrows: Is this good man too much?

Seeing his expression, Fudge smiled bitterly: "Although this is a bit too much, they actually didn't have much malice just now. Their case so far is only theft and no weapon to hurt people, so we released them from the police station."

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

Fudge's attention was immediately concentrated. He was very good at observing his expression and knew that it was probably Luke who was about to express his opinion.

Luke: "Are they your brother?"

Fudge:...

The thin young man behind him:...

Two black boys:...

After being embarrassed, he quickly shook his head: "No, there are no African elders in my family."

Luke's heart was suddenly aroused: "Where is the cousin?"

Fudge:...

Slim young man:...

Two black boys:...

Fudge smiled bitterly: "Luke, I am not their relative. I am just a lawyer. I received a commission from their mother and cousin and went to bail them."

Luke looked at the thin young man behind Forge.

Fudge reacted very quickly this time: "He is my partner, no African elders! Well, no African cousins ​​either."

Hearing this, the thin young man couldn't help but twitch: Do you have any African characteristics in this way? What's going on with your brain circuit?

Luke nodded and looked back: "What do you mean?"

Fudge hesitated and asked tentatively: "If possible, they can apologize to you and make some private compensation in exchange for your understanding, is it OK?"

Seeing that Luke had no expression, he added: "I promise that they will not harass you again in the future."

The two black boys wanted to object, but saw Fuji turn his head and stare at them with sharp eyes: "If you refuse, I will print out a bill for the last lawyer's fee. You can consider whether it will be divided into 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 every month."

The two black boys looked desperate, and they all fell to the ground with the butterfly knife behind them, and they stood there without any strength: "Then you'd better send us back to the detention room."

Luke did not rush to say anything, but looked at the two black boys.

Fudge turned around and looked at him sincerely: "Luke, they are just children, give them some chance, okay?"

Luke pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "They are really not your cousins?"

Fudge:...

Slim young man:...

Two black boys:...
Chapter completed!