Then the two blacks noticed the physique of this young man like a student.

In mid-October, the average daily temperature in Los Angeles was 15-28 degrees, and the little tail in summer was still dead.

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

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

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

Look at the dust on him, and just heard the sound of ping-pong smashing things inside, the two black people couldn't help swallowing: Although this guy has a tender face, he is a manual worker!

Generally, those who do physical work have a bad temper.

Those who do physical work in the Clinton area have a worse temper.

Gaze around Luke's developed pectoralis major muscles and 80 sledgehammers, the two blacks fell into a dilemma.

Don't do it, they feel too shameful.

Let's do it, they feel that their celestial cover is faintly cold, and it seems that cold wind will blow into the brain from the gap of the skull.

I have to say that they felt a little mistake.

Luke came here to be a police officer, and before he took office, how could they smash their heavenly caps as soon as they arrived.

His eyesight was actually looking at the soles of the two men.

When faced with bayonet gangsters, throw away the decoration tools and accidentally smash the gangster's soles. This is absolutely illegal.

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

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

Luke was too lazy to look at them.

He turned his head to see more than twenty meters diagonally opposite, and two young white men were walking quickly.

Opening was a young man with a little chunky, half-long brown hair, and behind him was a tall, thin young man with sunglasses.

The chunky young man walked this way and raised the volume: "Charlie, Laka, what are you doing here?"

The two black men turned their heads and subconsciously hid their hands holding the knife behind them, their faces full of pain, and crying crying, "Oh my God, please let us go, don't go to my house tonight . No, it's best not to show up in my life. "

The pudgy young man turned right: "However, we managed to get you out of the police detention room the other day. At that time you promised that you would go to a formal job, but this is an exchange."

Lu Ke watched the conversation between the three with interest, with a smile on his face: this young man was very interesting.

After doing so long as a police detective and various blessings, he can easily feel the mental state of most people.

And now the chubby young man felt like a Jennifer lawyer.

With a relaxed expression and clear eyes, he is a typical just player.

The chubby young man turned to look at Luke, with a smile on his face: "Sir, how do you call you?"

Luke smiled back, 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 look of the chubby young man glanced at Luke's extended hand, and he knew in his heart: on this palm, at first glance, he was a respected and savvy man.

Of course, it's not hard to understand why the Sven people confronted each other with a sledgehammer and two little punks.

When Fudge encounters danger himself, he also uses a baseball bat to defend himself, which does not mean that Fudge is a baseball player.

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

With a slight grasp of their hands, they released politely.

Fudge again took the initiative to say: "This is Mr. Luke ..."

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

Fudge nodded decisively. He looked at this smiling young man with a gentle temperament.

"Luke, let me tell you the truth. These two guys are 16 and 15 years old, both of whom are not yet adults." Fudge signaled the two black boys tangled below, but did not dare to leave. They threatened you with a knife, and I saw it, and I said sorry to what they did. "

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

Fudge saw his expression and smiled bitterly: "Although this is a bit overdone, they did not have much malice just now. The only case they have committed so far is theft and no armed wounding, so we removed them from the police Here on bail. "

Luke took a look at the two black boys next to him, groaned for a moment, and coughed lightly.

Fudge's attention was immediately concentrated, and he was very proficient at knowing that it was likely that Luke was about to make a statement.

Luke: "They, is it your brother?"

Fudge: ...

The thin young man behind him: ...

Two black boys: ...

When he was embarrassed, he quickly shook his head: "No, I don't have any African-American elders in my family."

Luke played up his heart: "Cousin?"

Fudge: ...

Thin young people: ...

Two black boys: ...

Fudge smiled bitterly: "Luke, I'm not their relative. I'm just a lawyer. I was commissioned by their mother and cousin before they went to bail."

Luke looked at the skinny young man behind Fu Jiji.

Fudge responded very quickly this time: "He is my partner. He has no Afro-elders! Well, no Afro-cousin."

Hearing this, the corners of the skinny young man couldn't help twitching: Do you have any African-American characteristics like this? What's wrong with your brain circuit!

Luke nodded and looked away: "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 understanding, can you?"

Seeing Luke with no expression ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ he added: "I promise they won't harass you in the future."

The two black boys wanted to speak against it, but saw Fudge turn his head and stared at them sharply: "If you refuse, then I will print a copy of the last lawyer's bill. You can consider it as five. The term is still 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 I need to pay each month. "

The two black boys were desperate, and the butterfly knives behind them were slammed to the ground, and there was no energy like a pestle there: "Then you can take us back to the detention room."

Luke didn't hurry, but looked at the two black boys.

Fudge turned back and looked at him sincerely: "Luke, they are just children. Give them a chance, okay?"

Luke groaned for a moment, then suddenly said, "Isn't that really your cousin?"

Fudge: ...

Thin young people: ...

Two black boys: ... ()