Hudson: ... Who the hell do you think you are! This is a non-slip handle! No matter how slippery it is, it can't possibly go across half the room and smash through the wall!
But when his eyes fell on the young man's hand, he immediately stepped back and bumped into his friends behind him before stopping.
Luke walked to the door, pulled down the 80-inch sledgehammer, looked at the gang outside and said with a smile, "What's going on?"
The gangsters looked at him, and saw that he was holding an 80 sledgehammer in his right hand and a cutting machine in his left hand, and they all took two steps back again.
If you slip your hands of these two things, it could be fatal.
Just after they took two steps back, another dark shadow fell from the sky.
Bang! Pop!
After a muffled sound, a large piece of gray-black object was scattered all over the ground.
"Oh, dear, my hand slipped as well. I hope no one was killed." A magnetic and pleasant female voice came from the second floor.
In the past, this sound would have made the gangsters lose their temper immediately.
At this moment, everyone's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and they stepped back several meters again and looked upstairs.
But although the second-floor window directly above them was open, no one could be seen.
Where they had been standing before, there was an overturned cement barrel, and the cement mortar inside had contaminated a large area of the ground.
According to conservative estimates, this bucket of cement mortar weighs twenty kilograms.
If they hadn't taken two steps back, this bucket of cement would have hit someone on the head.
Temple, who was sitting in the car next to him, smiled bitterly.
She knew that this young man and woman were not that simple.
Those who are not short of money and dare to live in the Clinton area are either foolish and bold or have great abilities.
Judging from the ease and intelligence displayed by these two men and women, they are definitely not the former.
Just now, she saw Selina look out the second-floor window, then go back and pick up a bucket of cement mortar and throw it down.
This temper is not as charming as her voice.
Hudson, who was in the lead, suffered the most.
He was almost hit in the head by the 80 sledgehammer and was the person closest to the cement mortar. The snow-white sneakers on his feet had turned into gray and black spots.
Luke continued to smile apologetically, "I'm sorry I got your shoes dirty. How about you take them off and I take them to the dry cleaners?"
Hudson was about to get angry when he saw Charlie and Laka on the side of the door, both of whom looked anxious. They were gesturing with their hands and making exaggerated mouth shapes with their lips, but they didn't dare to say a word.
Hudson often played with the two, and their gestures and lip movements were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.
He managed a tearful smile with great difficulty and bowed repeatedly: "Yes, I'm sorry, we disturbed your renovation. I have something else to do, so I won't bother you with the shoes. I have someone at the dry cleaners, so I can wash them myself. Bye, bye."
As he spoke, he retreated. When he finished speaking, he had retreated about seven or eight meters away and turned around and ran.
Are you kidding! Charlie and Laka's gestures were telling him to go away, this was a "professional" who would kill people.
The security situation in Clinton District is bad because there are many gray and even black people living here.
Compared to those super villains who make killing their profession or even enjoy it, these little gangsters can only be considered good citizens.
It is not the first or second time that an ignorant hooligans offended the wrong person and his entire family died the next day.
They were just a bunch of half-grown kids, the worst they could do were to rob toll collectors and steal, no way would they dare to confront such ruthless professionals.
Seven or eight hooligans ran away, leaving behind only a series of gray-black cement marks on the sidewalk.
Luke then turned his head and looked at the two relieved black guys next to him: "It seems that they are your friends, then it is your responsibility to clean up this mess and do not destroy the public health of New York City."
Charlie and Laka looked at the cement mortar he pointed at, looking puzzled: "What?"
Wasn't this cement bucket thrown down by the hot-tempered pretty girl upstairs? She is the one who destroyed public health, what does it have to do with us
Charlie always wanted to be more slick, so he immediately raised his hand and said, "Boss, they are not our friends."
Luke looked at him with a half-smile: "Really? Then the next time I meet them, there's a high chance that I'll slip up."
As he said this, his 80-inch hammer seemed to be ready to move.
Charlie looked at the sledgehammer that had become a little more active and swallowed.
He thought for a moment with a difficult expression, then nodded painfully: "I'm sorry, I remembered it wrongly. They are indeed my friends. I'll take care of them right away."
Although Hudson's relationship with him is not as good as Laka's, they are still friends who grew up together, and he doesn't want to see them get their heads exploded.
The reason why he was so honest now was that Luke had chatted with his cousin Temple several times in the past few days and did not deliberately avoid him and Laka.
During those conversations, Charlie heard the names of several bigwigs in the Clinton area from Luke and Selina.
But when talking about these people, Luke and Selina spoke in the same tone as they did about ordinary people, neither bragging nor asking questions.
It seemed that they just wanted to find Temple to confirm the "glorious deeds" of these big guys.
In addition, a few days ago, Charlie was cleaning up the garbage on the rooftop. When he came down the stairs, he happened to meet Selena carrying a bag of things to the fifth floor.
He just moved his nose and smelled the strong smell of gun oil that was definitely in the big bag.
Looking at the degree of stretching of the large bag and its external dimensions, he was certain that it could only contain guns.
Moreover, this long bag would not contain just one or two pistols, but at least two rifles or shotguns.
Normal people would not and are not qualified to keep rifles at home, and most gang members only carry a pistol on a daily basis.
People who like to keep a few rifles at home are generally military enthusiasts, professional gang thugs, mercenaries, and killers.
Charlie's own judgment leans toward the latter.
Unlike other professions where a ferocious look is preferred, killers need to disguise themselves with a harmless appearance, which can save them a lot of trouble when killing people.
After spending a few days together, Charlie discovered that both Luke and Selina were very strong. By observing their body shapes and movements, he became more certain that they were "professionals."
Therefore, even though the work was very hard, he didn't dare to slip away.
Whenever Charlie thought of Luke being a killer, and his first words, "I'm a man of rules. If you take my money, you have to do your job seriously," he felt a chill down his spine.
What if I take the killer's money and sneak away, and the killer doesn't follow the rules of paid killing and kills me for free
He also told this speculation to his cousin Temple, who glared at him for a long time with an idiotic look on her face before saying, "Read more books when you have time, instead of watching those killer movies every day."
Charlie could only feel depressed. His cousin's thinking was never on her own channel and they had no common language.
Doesn't she understand that movies are something that comes from life but is higher than life