Luke smiled bitterly and put his phone back in his pocket: It looks like today's takeaway is going to be lost.
After saying sorry to the two girls, he ran away.
The tall girl quickly said, "Hey, it's almost your turn."
Luke was helpless: "It's urgent, I can't wait..."
At this point, he suddenly paused, took out a business card and five hundred-dollar bills from his pocket: "Nikki, call me later and I'll send you the order form. Please help me order and I'll pick it up later, okay?"
Before the tall girl Nikki could answer, several hundred-dollar bills and business cards were stuffed into her hands, and then Luke quickly got into the SUV next to him and drove away.
“Hey, you…” She raised her hand and wanted to call Luke, but found that the SUV had turned around the intersection and could no longer be seen.
After a moment's pause, she looked at her black girl companion: "Monica, does he... trust us too much?" Both girls' eyes fell on the five hundred dollars.
Monica hesitated, but still reminded: "Didn't you just say that if you like him after chatting, you can find his phone number?"
Nikki was confused: "This is not the way to do it. It makes me feel like a delivery man."
Monica reminded again: "But they're still waiting for you to call and tell you the takeout order."
Nikki was stunned, and immediately took out her cell phone and started dialing.
Monica rolled her eyes: If someone asks you to do something like this, you will definitely send yourself over as a takeaway, right? No, takeaways are charged, and you will probably have to pay for the taxi fare.
Luke just said a few words, expressed his gratitude, said he would be back in half an hour, and hung up the phone. Then he asked the in-car system to send a "takeout order" to Nikki.
Nikki over there looked at the "takeout order", then at the money in her hand, and suddenly felt that the money was not too much, but probably not enough.
The waiter over there had already asked the two girls, "What would you like?"
Nikki stepped forward and handed over the phone: "Calculate the total price according to this list first."
The waiter was a little surprised, but still responded, put his phone next to the cash register and started calculating.
Looking at the number of orders, she couldn't help but ask, "How much do you really want, guys?"
Monica said decisively: "A friend asked us to help bring it."
The waiter thought this answer was reliable and continued to calculate, saying, "Are you guys going to have a class reunion? This is enough for 50 people to have a meal."
Nikki and Monica looked at each other, and it was Monica who spoke up: "... Probably, yes."
After a moment, the waiter looked up and said, "The total is four hundred and ninety-three and a half dollars. Are you sure you want this?"
Nikki nodded and handed over the hundred-dollar bill in her hand, feeling relieved: Fortunately, I have enough money.
When she saw the "takeout order" just now, she was really afraid that she would go bankrupt.
But the strange thing is that she was just worried about not having enough money, but she never thought about buying less or not buying anything, and the same was true for Monica.
…
Luke didn't feel any guilt.
He just had an idea and while using telepathic communication, he also tested the effect of primary pheromone manipulation.
But Nikki and Monica also whispered that if they liked him, they could ask for his cell phone number.
The three of them had a pleasant chat just now, and I thought she would ask for her cell phone number.
Luke usually politely declined requests from beautiful passersby.
His personal phone number is actually very hard to get.
If it is for official business, you can only get a work mobile phone number.
And his private number is divided into two.
The first one is for family members and very close acquaintances, and there are not many such acquaintances, at least they are old colleagues like Dustin, Elsa, and Elizabeth, or more familiar acquaintances like Ginny and Elena.
The second one is for those with whom you have a personal relationship, but are not that close.
For example, old man Aoki, old man Wilander, Jennifer Perry, and Sheila.
Since he asked Nikki for a favor, it was of course a private matter, and the number he gave her was her second private number.
Compared with office numbers, private numbers are easier to get through, or to get a personal reply from the person himself.
With the number of people Luke has come into contact with over the past year, he doesn't have the time to answer calls from everyone.
Most people's calls automatically go to voicemail, and he only responds selectively.
Just ignore any calls that are just greetings or just looking for trouble.
From this point of view, Nikki made a good "deal".
After making sure that his family's lunch would not be missed, Luke, who was distracted, also pulled up the real-life map of the place where the gunfight had taken place as mentioned by the radio station.
This thing was no longer a rarity in the previous life.
After Luke came to New York, every moment he drove out in his assigned car, he was filling in the puzzle of this real-life map of New York.
But he had only driven past this place twice, and the place where the gunfight took place was not on the main street he had passed before, but on a narrower street behind the residential buildings.
By this time they had arrived at the crime scene. He stopped the car, pushed the door and got out.
Looking at the people around him, he found that many people were looking towards the fifth or sixth floor of the apartment building next to him.
He walked quickly into the apartment building, lifted the thin chain around his neck, and exposed his police badge wallet in front of his chest.
This is an old apartment building. There is a spiral staircase just behind the entrance.
Luke moved upstairs quickly and heard faint voices coming from upstairs.
After listening for a moment, he frowned.
The suspect in the shootout didn't seem to have left, and was still upstairs, talking and rummaging through drawers.
From the sporadic language, one can feel that they are not as cautious as the criminals who opened fire in downtown New York. Instead, they are a bit unscrupulous. One person even mentioned "performing official duties."
Luke went up to the sixth floor, looked at himself in a small mirror at the bottom of the stairs, then sprinted up to the sixth floor and headed straight for the end of the corridor.
Even though his speed was greatly limited in order to avoid making any sound, he was still very fast. In less than three seconds, he appeared silently in front of the door of Apartment 6D at the end of the corridor.
A middle-aged man was holding a gun in front of the door. Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly felt his neck tighten and something cold hit the back of his head.
He was greatly frightened, but could not utter a sound. The hand on his neck was pressing so hard that he could only gasp for air.
Luke, who caught the man, frowned, dragged the man in front of him, and retreated several meters.
Then, he paid attention to room 6d at the end of the corridor, listened to the conversation in room 6b next to him, and whispered, "Who is in the room?"
The middle-aged man who was pointed at his head with a gun felt his neck loosen slightly, and finally he could make a sound. He subconsciously asked, "You, who are you?"
But the middle-aged man was very tactful and kept his voice low.