Chapter 857

The two black people noticed the young man's posture like a student.

In the middle of October, the daily average temperature of Los Angeles is 15-28 degrees, and I still drag my little tail in summer.

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

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

Luke only wore a long sleeved T-shirt, but the chest of the T-shirt was tight with developed muscles.

Looking at the dust on his body and the sound of banging things inside, both black people couldn't help swallowing their saliva: this guy is a manual worker though his face is tender!

Generally, people who do manual work have a bad temper.

Those who do manual work in the Clinton area are even worse off.

Seeing the crazy patrol between Luke's developed pectoralis major and 80 sledgehammers, the two black people are in a dilemma.

Don't do it. They think it's disgraceful.

Let's do it. They feel that their genitals are faintly cool. It seems that there will be a cold wind blowing into the brain from the gap of the skull.

It has to be said that they feel a little bit wrong.

Luke is here to be a policeman, and he hasn't taken office yet. How could he break their hoods.

In fact, he was looking at the soles of their feet.

In the face of bayonet gangsters, throw away the decoration tools and accidentally smash and flatten the feet of gangsters, which is absolutely not against the law.

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

This time, the silence between the two sides of the confrontation was broken, and the two black people jumped back two meters with a swish: "don't come here, boy, don't come here."

Luke is too lazy to look at them.

As he turned his head, he saw two young white men walking quickly 20 meters away from each other.

It was a little chubby, brown haired young man who opened his mouth, and behind him was a tall, thin man with sunglasses.

As the plump young man walked this way, he raised his voice: "Charlie, lacca, what are you doing here?"

The two black people turned to look, and subconsciously hid their hands behind them. Their faces ached and they cried, "God, please let us go. Don't go to my house to nag tonight. No, it's better not to show up in my house for the rest of my life. "

The plump young man's face was straight: "but we managed to get you out of the police detention room the other day. At that time, you promised yourself that you would find a formal job, which was an exchange of terms. "

Luke looked at the conversation with interest and a smile on his face: this young man is very interesting.

After so long as a detective, and with all kinds of abilities, he can easily feel the psychological state of most people.

And now this little fat young man has the feeling of a lawyer Jennifer.

He is a typical justice player with a self-confident manner and clear eyes.

The stout young man turned to look at Luke, with a smile on his face. "What's your name, sir?"

Luke smiled back and put the 80 sledgehammer back to the door.

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

The eyes of the stout young man glanced over Luke's outstretched hand, and it was clear in his heart that the palm was a polite man with high status.

Of course, it's not hard to understand why the Swedes are holding a sledgehammer and confronting two small gangsters.

It doesn't mean fudge is a baseball player that he can defend himself with a baseball bat when he is in danger.

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

With a slight handshake, they politely let go.

Fudge offered again: "it's like this, Mr. Luke..."

Luke: you're welcome. Just call me Luke. Then I don't have to call you Mr. Nelson, do I

Fudge nodded decisively. He looked at the smiling, gentle young man.

"Luke, I'll tell you the truth. These two guys are 16 and 15 years old, both of them are under age. " Fudge gestured to the two black boys who were confused but dare not leave, and said: "they threatened you with a knife. I saw it. I said sorry for what they did first."

Luke picks his eyebrows: isn't this good old man over the top?

When fudge saw his expression, he said with a wry smile, "although it's a little too much, they didn't mean much just now. So far, they have only been found guilty of theft and no armed injuries. That's why we bailed them out of the police station. "

Luke looked at the two black boys on the side, pondered for a moment, and coughed softly.

Fudge's attention was immediately focused. He was very observant and knew that Luke was going to make a statement.Luke: are they your brother

Fudge:

The skinny young man behind him:

Two black boys:

Embarrassed for a moment, he quickly shook his head: "no, there are no African American elders in my family."

Luke's playful heart rises: "what about cousins?"

Fudge:

Skinny young people:

Two black boys:

Fudge smiled bitterly: "Luke, I'm not their relative. I'm just a lawyer, and I've been entrusted by their mother and cousin to bail them out. "

Luke looked at the thin young man behind fudge.

Fudge responded very quickly this time: "he is my partner, no African elders! Well, there are no African cousins

Hearing this, thin young people's corners of the mouth could not help twitching: do you have any African American characteristics in your appearance? What's the matter with your brain circuit!

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

Fudge hesitated and asked tentatively, "look, I want them to apologize to you now and make some personal compensation in exchange for your understanding, OK?"

Seeing Luke's lack of expression, he added: "I promise they won't harass you again in the future."

The two black boys wanted to object, but they saw fudge turn around and stare at them with fierce eyes: "if you refuse, I will print out a copy of the bill of the last lawyer's fee. You can consider whether it should be paid in five or ten years. It doesn't matter if I don't understand. I can make a repayment plan for you and tell you exactly how much I need to pay each month. "

The two black boys were despairing, and the butterfly knives behind them were clattering to the ground, and they were clubbing there with no strength: "then you'd better take us back to the detention room."

Luke didn't say anything in a hurry, but looked at the two black boys.

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

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

Fudge:

Skinny young people:

Two black boys: