The two of them looked towards the claw machine not far away, where Selina and Misty were staring at three of the little ones in a group.
They are Peter Jr., Lizzie, and...George's daughter Gwen.
Selina was targeting little Peter and Liz. Their guardians were very busy, so the task fell to her.
Misty helped George keep an eye on Gwen.
Among the three little ones, Lizzie is five years old and the other two are four years old, but Peter is still the youngest and is truly the little brother.
Somehow, the three little guys got together and were shouting in front of the claw machine.
Just as George and Luke looked over there, Peter grabbed a pink bear and gave it to Gwen.
Then Gwen happily... gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Liz on the side looked calm because she already had a colorful pony in her hand, which Peter had grabbed for her first.
"Little Peter, you have a bright future!" Luke muttered in his heart, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at George beside him.
The last time Peter was taken advantage of by Liz, Liz's mother made quite a fuss.
George just smiled, tilted his head slightly and said, "Gwen likes Pink Bear, that is, Pink Bear."
Luke nodded in understanding: "The one who beat the aliens, so she doesn't want to follow in her father's footsteps, does she?"
George frowned. "It's better not to. I'd rather she be a doctor... Never mind. Scientists, painters, etc. are all good. It's not easy to be a police officer or a doctor."
Luke just nodded and didn't continue the topic.
Being a police officer in New York is now a high-risk profession, and doctors see many tragedies every day. This may be the reason why George does not want his daughter to take up these two professions.
Just then, Luke suddenly turned his head.
His sight suddenly fell on the old building of the rescue station a few dozen meters away.
George followed his gaze.
boom!
With a loud bang, dazzling flames burst out from seven or eight windows on the first floor of the rescue station, blowing away the window frames and glass, and spitting out flames several meters long.
Luke's face darkened: My community party! My building!
While cursing in his heart, he raised his hand to make a gesture to Selina, and ran towards the rescue station.
Selina reacted quickly and told Misty, "Keep an eye on Peter and the others."
Misty took a step and then stopped helplessly.
Among the three little brats, two are the children of the party organizer, and one is the child of her old superior. How could she dare to leave in such a chaotic situation
Luke rushed forward, shouting, "Protect the children and the elderly, everyone retreat to the river."
The party was held on the street near the house side of the river, while the other side of the street was close to the river, and there was a nearly ten-meter green belt and pedestrian walkway by the river, which was enough for everyone to take shelter.
The most dangerous thing now is a panic stampede.
Selena was familiar with the people here, and she quickly called over a dozen black ladies and some black boys to maintain order.
These people are either from the social work department or from home improvement companies, and they are very familiar with following instructions and doing things.
Therefore, the evacuation operation was quickly launched.
Apart from the residents being in shock, no casualties occurred.
Because of fear of crowds, the entertainment and activity venues at the party were specifically moved away from the shelter, otherwise at least a dozen people would have been in trouble on the street.
With Selina controlling the situation outside, Luke didn't delay and rushed into the rescue station.
George saw it and couldn't help but say: "Wait..."
There was a faint glow of fire in the building, and it was obviously burning. It would be too dangerous to rush in like this!
But Selina called him, "Chief Stacy, call someone."
George came to his senses and realized that this was his jurisdiction.
He immediately took out the walkie-talkie and started calling for the police station to come over, and also asked the fire brigade to come immediately.
If the rescue station catches fire, dozens or even millions of people might die inside. This is of course not acceptable.
Luke entered the rescue station and went straight to the room in the corner of the first floor without any hesitation.
There's just some smoke here right now, not much fire.
Luke pointed out the direction of the door to a few people who were running out of the building in a panic, and continued forward.
When we arrived at the place where the fire had erupted most intensely, we saw that all the objects there were charred, but the strange thing was that there was no open flame. It looked more like a fire that had already burned out.
Luke walked to the door that no longer existed and shouted, "NYPD, don't move."
The three people who were confronting each other subconsciously turned their heads towards him.
Luke's face was grim: "Skye, Emma, what happened?"
The two young women standing in front of the two little boys were Emma, the boys' mother, and Skye.
Skye seemed a little absent-minded at first, but when she heard Luke's voice, her face suddenly lit up.
A few meters away from them stood a middle-aged white man wearing a brown leather windbreaker and a pair of large black sunglasses.
Just as Luke's question attracted the attention of the two women, he suddenly flashed and appeared beside Emma in an instant, reaching out to grab her and her eldest son.
Bang bang bang bang!
The Glock in Luke's hand made a popping sound.
The man in the leather windbreaker groaned, his face showing shock and anger.
He was shot in the shoulder and leg, but he dodged two bullets in the chest and abdomen.
The next moment, the man in the leather windbreaker disappeared again and appeared behind Luke almost at the same time.
Luke reacted faster and kicked back.
Bang!
The man in the leather trench coat looked blue.
At the last moment, he slightly tilted his thigh, and the kick missed the center point by a millimeter, causing a burst of pain at the base of his thigh.
After being injured twice in a row, he dared not take any more risks. He activated his ability and disappeared instantly.
At this time, only Luke, Skye Emma, and Emma's two sons were left in the room.
The eldest son was only three years old and was looking at everything happening in front of him with a puzzled look on his face.
The youngest son was only half a year old. He was giggling on the bed, waving his chubby little hands to his brother, probably meaning "Come and play, brother."
Yes, Luke was very familiar with the mother and her two children.
The last time he visited Skye, she was helping Emma clean up the shit her youngest son had pooped out.
Skye's mouth moved: "Luke, just now..."
Luke waved his hand and said, "Remember, I just fought off a suspect who was planning to attack with an empty cloth and saved the threatened citizens. Now, follow me out of here."
As he spoke, he walked forward, picked up the baby on the bed and placed it in Skye's arms, then walked to the door and signaled the two women to take action.
The two girls were stunned for a moment before they came to their senses. Skye pulled Emma, and she, who had been hesitant at first, had no choice but to pull her eldest son to follow.
When Skye passed by the door, Luke whispered a few words in her ear.
Skye nodded and dragged Emma to Luke's small building.
Luke, who stayed behind, frowned and began to clean up the scene quickly.