Luke smiled: "Long time no see, Bell, how have you been this year?"
This driver was the drag racing queen, Black Aunt Bell, whom he met when he first came to New York.
Luke still uses her elementary vehicle driving, which is particularly suitable for city chases and is extremely practical.
Bell also looked happy: "Not bad. Are you here on a business trip again this time?"
As she spoke, she occasionally glanced at him from the rearview mirror.
Fortunately, when Luke got in the car, he asked that the speed not exceed 50 kilometers per hour. For Bell's driving skills, this speed is like driving a toy car.
Luke laughed again and pulled out a business card with his second-category personal number on it.
After he inserted the business card into the cash slot, he said, "I've been transferred to NYPD. You can call me if you have any questions in the future."
Bell exclaimed: "Oh my God, you were transferred to New York? When did it happen? Why didn't you contact me? I didn't change my phone number..."
Luke interrupted quickly: "It happened not long ago. I just settled down and have only been working for a few days."
After hearing this, Bell stopped talking about this topic.
Work always comes first.
Why did she have such a good impression of Luke? It was because he was young, handsome and generous.
When we just met, I paid a hundred dollars for the car fare in advance and talked about the past with her.
How could Bell not be happy when he could make money and chat with old friends
Bell was so happy that he drove even slower.
Otherwise, with her driving skills and the performance of this modified car, she could reach Clinton District in ten minutes with just one step on the accelerator.
"Why did you go to Hell's Kitchen?" After chatting for a while, she finally remembered it.
Luke: "My new home is over there."
Bell's hands couldn't help but tremble, and the car body, which had been stable all the time, also swayed slightly: "What? Why do you live in such a crappy place? Hey, if you don't have enough money, you can come to our place. Someone's last bachelor apartment's lease is about to expire, and I can ask Jesse to defer your rent for two months..."
Luke could only appreciate her enthusiasm: "Bell, I only gave you a hundred dollars for the fare."
Bell was stunned and couldn't help patting his forehead: "Okay, I'm stupid. You should not be short of money, otherwise you would take the subway and bus."
Luke: "But thank you for your concern. The environment where I live is not bad. You don't have to worry. I'm a policeman."
Bell was fine with the first half of the sentence, but his face turned surprised when he heard the second half: "Hey, it's because you're a policeman that I think it's dangerous for you to live there! The Irish, Russians, Mexicans, and motorcycle gangs there are not very friendly to you cops. Those patrolmen don't dare to enter Hell's Kitchen at night."
Luke tilted his head and thought about it.
The Irish gang? They seem to be all disabled.
Russian gang? They were basically gone after the bombing.
Mexican cartels? The Angel of Death alone had more than two tons of cargo in storage, and he would have to dump it into the sea sometime.
Biker gang? I haven't seen any of his gang recently.
"Bell, your intelligence needs to be updated." He teased.
Bell was stunned: "Update what?"
Luke pointed at himself and said, "I have inside information. The people you mentioned have disappeared recently."
Bell frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Yes, I forgot. It seems that many gang members have died there recently. Gangs in Brooklyn and Queens are talking about it."
Luke: "Oh? Are they planning to march into Hell's Kitchen?"
It would be great if that were the case. He looked forward to it silently in his heart.
Bell shook his head repeatedly: "No. According to them, thousands of gang members have died there recently. Hell's Kitchen has reopened, and the ingredients are gang members. Only psychopaths dare to go in. But I estimate that they have to die together to make up the number of tens of thousands."
Luke smiled.
This is indeed true.
As a chef, he must work diligently, combining slow simmering over low heat with stir-frying over high heat, and strive to turn all these leeks into his own experience points.
While we were talking, the car arrived at the destination.
Even though Bell consciously slowed down his speed, he was still much faster than an ordinary taxi driver.
"Call me when you need a car, ok?" Bell made a phone call gesture to him.
Luke made an OK gesture and said, "Don't worry, I'll call you if there's extra money."
Bell rolled his eyes, but couldn't help laughing: That's the good thing about talking to tactful people.
She still looked at Luke's back and shouted, "Come to my house for dinner in a few days. Jesse misses you too."
Luke just waved his hand, but he was muttering in his heart: Jesse? What if he thought I came back to "steal" his "sweetheart" again
That situation really tests one's psychological endurance.
When we arrived at the office, it was still busy, but the long queues stretching to the main road like a few days ago were no longer there.
When I entered the door, I saw an African-American and a Hispanic girl running around, holding various documents and materials in their hands, and chattering something to the clients in the office.
The black girl noticed Luke first, paused her work, and trotted over to him: "Are you here to apply for community service? Come with me."
Luke was slightly stunned, then smiled and shook his head: "I'm here to look for Fudge and Matt."
The black girl didn't stop turning around, she just turned her head and said, "Only Mr. Fudge is here. Mr. Matt didn't come today because he had something else to do."
Luke said "oh", completely expecting this answer.
Lawyer Ma should be strong. He should be back home licking his wounds now.
If he had been more careful, he would still be hiding in Luke's backup safe house.
"Then I'll go find Fudge." He said casually and walked towards the office.
The black girl quickly shouted, "Wait, Mr. Fudge is very busy. You have to wait in line if you want to see him for help."
Her eyes quickly gestured to the dozen or so people in the office.
Luke smiled: "But I'm not looking for him to do business."
The black girl was helpless: "We have to queue up, otherwise..."
Listening to the conversation between the two, everyone in the room looked at them eagerly, as if they were on guard against their competitors.
Free things are always popular. Luke smiled inwardly.
He said, "Then I can go find Karen."
The black girl: "Sure, I'll call her for you." Then she ran into the office.
Soon, Karen came out and greeted with a smile: "Luke, you're here?"
Luke nodded: "I'll come and see what's going on here."
Karen nodded quickly: "Let's go in and talk. Fudge just happened to want to talk to you about something."
This time the people in the room didn't react as much.
Although Karen is only the receptionist here, she actually acts as a secretary.
Many people have to ask her to handle their application documents, and no one wants to mess with her.