Only then did the two black men notice the figure of the young man in front of them who looked like a student.
In mid-October, the average daily temperature in Los Angeles is 15-28 degrees, and summer is still clinging to its tail.
But it is autumn in New York at this moment, with temperatures mostly between 10 and 18 degrees.
People have put on thick autumn coats. Jackets and windbreakers, which are difficult to wear on the streets in Los Angeles, are standard equipment for most people in New York.
Luke was only wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, but his chest was stretched tightly by his well-developed muscles.
Looking at the dust on his body and the banging sounds they heard inside, the two black men couldn't help but swallow their saliva: Although this guy has a young face, he is a manual laborer!
Generally speaking, people who do physical work have a bad temper.
People who do manual labor in Clinton have even worse tempers.
Their eyes frantically scanned between Luke's well-developed pectoral muscles and the 80-inch sledgehammer, and the two black men were caught in a dilemma.
If they don't do anything, they will feel embarrassed.
Let’s do it. They felt a slight chill on the top of their heads, as if a cold wind was about to blow into their brains through the cracks in their skulls.
It has to be said that there was something wrong with their perception.
Luke came here to be a policeman, and he hasn't even taken office yet. How could he smash their heads as soon as he arrived
In fact, he was looking at the soles of the two men's feet out of the corner of his eye.
When facing a bayonet-wielding gangster, it is absolutely not against the law to throw away the renovation tools and accidentally crush the gangster's feet.
Suddenly, someone shouted from a distance: "Hey, what are you doing?"
At this point, the silence between the two parties was broken, and the two black men jumped back two meters with a whoosh: "Don't come over here, kid, don't come over here."
Luke didn't even bother to look at them.
He turned his head and saw two young white men walking towards him quickly from more than 20 meters away.
The person who spoke was a short and fat young man with semi-long brown hair, and behind him followed a tall and thin young man wearing sunglasses.
The short and fat young man walked over here and raised his voice: "Charlie, Laka, what are you doing here?"
The two black men turned their heads and subconsciously hid their hands holding the knives behind their backs. They looked pained and cried out, "Oh my God, please let us go and don't come to my house to nag us tonight. No, it's better not to show up in my house for the rest of your life."
The short and fat young man's face straightened: "But, a few days ago, we finally got you out of the police detention room. At that time, you promised in person that you would find a formal job. This was the exchange condition."
Luke watched the conversation between the three people with interest, and a smile appeared on his face: This young man is quite interesting.
Having been a detective for so long and having various abilities, he can easily feel the psychological state of most people.
And the short and fat young man in front of him actually gave off a feeling of lawyer Jennifer.
He is calm and has clear eyes, and is a typical righteous player.
The short and fat young man turned his head to look at Luke, with a slight smile on his face: "Sir, what's your name?"
Luke smiled back and put the 80-meter sledgehammer back to the door.
He pulled off one of his gloves and reached out: "Just call me Luke."
The short and fat young man glanced at Luke's outstretched hand and understood clearly: judging from this palm, it can be seen that he is a pampered and gentle man.
Of course, it is not difficult to understand why a gentleman would confront two thugs with a sledgehammer.
When Fudge encounters danger, he will take a baseball bat to protect himself, but this does not mean that Fudge is a baseball player.
He immediately extended his hand as well: "Hello Luke, my name is Fudge, Fudge Nelson."
The two men shook hands briefly and then politely let go.
Fudge spoke again: "It is like this, Mr. Luke..."
Luke: "You're welcome. Just call me Luke. That way I don't have to call you Mr. Nelson, right?"
Fudge nodded decisively. He liked this young man with a smiling face and gentle temperament.
"Luke, I'll tell you the truth. These two guys are sixteen and fifteen years old, neither of them is yet an adult." Fudge pointed to the two black guys who had conflicted expressions but didn't dare to leave and said, "I saw them threatening you with a knife. I want to say sorry for what they did."
Luke raised his eyebrows: Isn't this nice guy going too far
Fudge saw his expression and smiled bitterly. "Although it's a bit harsh to say so, they didn't mean any harm just now. Their criminal record so far only includes theft, not armed assault, so we bailed them out from the police station."
Luke glanced at the two black guys beside him, pondered for a moment, and coughed lightly.
Fudge's attention was immediately focused. He was very good at observing people's expressions and knew that Luke was probably going to express his opinion.
Luke: "They, are they your brothers?"
Fudge: …
The thin young man behind him: …
Two black guys: …
After a moment of embarrassment, he quickly shook his head: "No, I don't have any African elders in my family."
Luke suddenly became playful: "Where are my cousins?"
Fudge: …
Thin young man: ...
Two black guys: …
Fudge smiled bitterly: "Luke, I am not their relative. I am just a lawyer. I was entrusted by their mother and cousin to bail them out."
Luke glanced at the thin young man behind Fudge.
Fudge responded very quickly this time: "He is my partner. He has no African elders! Well, no African cousins either."
Hearing this, the thin young man couldn't help but twitch his mouth: Do I have any African features in my appearance? What's wrong with your brain circuit!
Luke nodded and looked away: "What do you mean?"
Fudge hesitated, then asked tentatively, "If possible, they can apologize to you and make some private compensation in exchange for your forgiveness, okay?"
Seeing that Luke showed no expression, he added: "I promise, they won't harass you again in the future."
The two black boys wanted to object, but Fudge turned his head and glared at them with sharp eyes. "If you refuse, I will print out a copy of the last lawyer's fee bill, and you can consider paying it back in 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 guys looked desperate. The butterfly knives on their backs fell to the ground with a clang. They stood there as if they had no strength left. "Then you should send us back to the detention room."
Luke didn't say anything in a hurry, but looked at the two black boys.
Fudge turned his head and looked at him sincerely: "Luke, they are just children, give them a chance, okay?"
Luke hesitated for a moment and suddenly asked, "Are they really not your cousins?"
Fudge: …
Thin young man: ...
Two black guys: …