In the days that followed, DC seemed to attract all the bad luck.
It's been calm here in New York, and the weather has been great for several days.
Luke and Selina go back to work.
It was almost noon that day, and they had planned to eat, but they had to deal with a traffic violation first.
A young African-American girl was lying on her back with one foot stuck in the gap of the horizontal bar above, doing a pose similar to the splits and was basically unable to move.
She said with a sad face: "Officer, can you please hurry up? I have to go to a party later."
Luke and Selina looked at each other, both trying to hold back their laughter.
Luke was more skilled. He took the thick towel in his hand and took the mineral water handed to him by Selina: "You can't wait for the rescuers, so you have to take your time."
The girl looked distressed: "OK, OK, please hurry up."
As she said this, she looked to the left and right and yelled, "Damn it, you are invading my privacy."
The few onlookers who were watching and taking photos showed no remorse. They just stretched and twisted their bodies as much as possible, stretched their phones as close as possible to take crazy photos, with bright smiles on their faces.
"Snap, snap."
"Such well-developed ligaments, he must be an expert in street dancing."
"Not necessarily. Maybe he's an acrobat with all kinds of things on his head."
"Haha, this post on my Moments will definitely get a lot of likes today."
Listening to these ridiculous discussions, the girl wanted to die.
Wasn't it just to show off in a hurry and do a pole flip? How did it turn into a 180-point roll on the spot, and get stuck on the head and feet!
Luke tied the wet towel to the two guardrails on the side of her neck, took the baton handed to him by Selina, tied it to the towel, and started spinning.
Gradually, the guardrail on the side of the girl's neck bent.
Selina reached out from the other side, gently pressed the girl's head and pushed it free from the railing.
Then she lifted the girl's body and turned it half a circle, putting her "straight" so that she could stand on one leg.
The people around who were taking photos all exclaimed, "The officer has great arm strength."
"Quick, quick, super policewoman."
"Nonsense, this is obviously a policewoman."
Selina and Luke both looked calm. All NYPD colleagues were used to this kind of treatment, and they were no exception.
As the city with the most developed mobile phone network and the largest population in the United States, New York has an endless stream of people taking photos.
When the NYPD is on duty and there is even the slightest noise, a bunch of people will pick up their phones and take pictures, then post them online.
What’s even more speechless is that there’s no way to charge for this.
The law does not hold everyone responsible. Even the U.S. Constitution cannot do anything to these people who take photos to grab the headlines, let alone the NYPD.
Luke simply stepped forward and removed the girl's foot that was stuck in the horizontal bar above the railing, so that she didn't have to maintain the "Golden Rooster Standing Alone" posture.
He then said slowly, "Madam, please obey traffic rules in the future. If a car hadn't noticed you just now, you might have been amputated by now."
The girl couldn't help but touch her head: This... can it also be considered a limb
However, she had just been rescued and was not as jumpy as usual. She could only nod obediently.
At this moment, a girl jumped out of the door of a small supermarket in the distance and screamed: "Robbery, robbery, that person stole my phone."
Everyone turned their heads and subconsciously focused their attention on a young African man running towards the side of the road.
This guy had a carefree smile on his face, with his hands raised high, like an athlete running across the finish line.
He kept humming: "I Believe I Fly, I used to think that I..."
In one of his hands, there was a mobile phone with a pink shell, which did not look like his own thing at all.
Luke flicked the baton with his right hand, causing it to spin quickly and free itself from the tightly wrung wet towel.
With a pull and a swing, the baton hit the African youth's hand and the pink cell phone flew up.
The baton slid down the man's arm and stopped at his chest. The African-American youth, who was letting himself go, was led by the baton towards the roadside guardrail.
Luke took a slight step forward and stood behind him, catching the flying pink phone with his free left hand.
He bent his left elbow and used his baton to push the African-American youth against the railing that had just been vacated.
The onlookers on the side exclaimed again.
"Wow, super cop."
"Kongfu, absolutely Kongfu."
"Snap, snap."
"Ah, both officers are so handsome, I like them."
Everyone looked at the person who spoke last and found that it was a girl.
Although she weighed at least 200 pounds, everyone still forgave her.
Liking handsome guys and envying beautiful girls should be her daily routine, there should be no other meaning.
The African-American girl who had just escaped from the trap was stunned when she saw the face that suddenly appeared on the railing next to her: "Obi, what are you doing?"
Everyone: …
Luke, Selina: ...
Obviously, the African-American girl whose head was choked knew the African-American youth who stole the phone.
"Okay, both of you wait a moment, the patrolman will be here soon to take your statements." Luke laughed.
He and Selena came here just for lunch, and had no intention of wasting their gourmet time on such a small case.
Even though the person who stole the phone was obviously not in his right mind and looked like he was high on drugs, he was too lazy to say anything.
Perhaps the price of illegal drugs in New York has risen too fast recently, so it is common for poor guys to rob in broad daylight.
However, he and Selena didn't go out and knock on people very often at night, so these people couldn't be considered to be forced.
A few minutes later, a patrol car arrived, took the African-American youth who had committed robbery into the police car, and then recorded the statement of the "hurdle" girl.
Luke and his friend sat in a small park more than ten meters away, eating tacos they had just bought from a nearby shop.
She’s recently become interested in similar foods since a trip back to her hometown in Mexico.
The two accidentally tasted the "mutated version" in this small shop.
The main course is a rotating kebab similar to a Turkish kebab. The boss quickly cuts the kebab with a knife, and the small pieces of slightly charred meat fall on the cornmeal crust.
Side dishes include carrots, cucumbers, onions, lettuce, pineapple, lime, and a special secret hot sauce.
Even Luke liked the strong spicy flavor of the hot sauce.
He even considered building a copycat, but after hesitating for a moment, he decided not to.
Tianshinake in Clinton District has a stable takeout business and has already developed enough sauces, so there is no need to steal the secret recipe of this small shop.
Just because something tastes good, it would make others go bankrupt. This kind of thing is very immoral.
While eating delicious food, Selina couldn't help but express her opinion on the two young men and women just now: "Young people nowadays really don't cherish a good life. They robbed in broad daylight, and they just robbed a broken mobile phone..."
"That's a high-end version of the titanium phone. It can still be sold for a hundred or two hundred dollars." Luke was enjoying his meal but couldn't help but add a sentence.
Selina rolled her eyes. "Is this about money? I'm talking about robbery, okay?"
But at this point, she changed her tune: "Well, if you can make a hundred bucks just by stretching your hand, many people can't resist. So I say that young people today are hopeless. Can't they earn their own living and make a fortune through hard work?"