Hudson: ... who the hell are you fooling! What a non-slip handle! No matter how slippery it is, it's impossible for this thing to cross most of the room and smash through the wall!
But when his eyes fell on the young man's hand, he immediately backed away again and again, crashing into the little partner behind him before stopping.
Luke walked to the door, pulled off the 80 sledgehammer, looked at a group of punks outside the door and said with a smile, "What's the matter?"
The gangsters looked at him, and saw that he was holding a 80 sledgehammer in his right hand and a cutting machine in his left hand, and stepped back two steps in unison again.
If these two things slipped again, it would be fatal.
Just after they retreated two steps, another black shadow descended from the sky.
Boom! Snapped!
After a muffled sound, a large piece of gray-black object spilled on the ground.
"Ah, honey, I slipped my hand too, didn't it kill someone." A magnetic and pleasant female voice came from the second floor.
In the past, this voice would make the punks gibberish immediately.
At this moment, everyone was sweating coldly on their foreheads, and backed away several meters to look upstairs again.
But although the window on the second floor directly above them was open, no one could be seen.
Where they stood before, there was already an overturned cement bucket, and the cement mortar inside polluted a large area of the ground.
It is conservatively estimated that this bucket of cement mortar weighs twenty kilograms.
If they didn't take two steps back just now, the bucket of cement would have smashed on someone's head.
Temple, who was sitting next to him in the car, smiled wryly.
She knew it was not that simple for the young couple.
People who are not short of money and dare to live in the Clinton District are either stupid or bold, or they are very capable.
With the ease and intelligence shown by these two men and women, they are definitely not the former.
Just now, she saw Selena looking at the window on the second floor with her own eyes, and went back to pick up a bucket of cement mortar and threw it down.
This temper is not as charming as her voice.
Hudson, who is the leader, is the worst.
He was almost headshot by an 80 sledgehammer, and he was also the person closest to the cement mortar. The snow-white sneakers on his feet had turned into gray-black speckled models.
Luke continued to smile apologetically: "Sorry, I got your shoes dirty. Why don't you take them off and wait for me to send them to the dry cleaner?"
Just when Hudson was about to get angry, he saw that Charlie and Laka on the side of the door were full of anxiety, making gestures with their hands, and making exaggerated mouth shapes with their lips, but they didn't dare to make a sound.
Hudson and the two often play together, and the gestures and mouth movements of the two are like a basin of cold water being poured over their heads.
He struggled to squeeze out a crying smile, and bowed again and again: "Yes, I'm sorry, we are the ones who bothered you to decorate. I have something else to do, so I don't bother you about the shoes. I have someone at the dry cleaner, so I can wash them myself. Goodbye, goodbye .”
While speaking, he backed up, and when he finished speaking, he retreated seven or eight meters away, turned around and ran.
joke! The gestures of Charlie and Laka are telling him, go away, this is a "professional", and he will kill.
The law and order in the Clinton area is bad because there are many gray and even black people living here.
Compared to those supervillains who make killing a profession, or even for fun, these little gangsters can only be regarded as good citizens.
It didn't happen once or twice that a gangster who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth provoked the wrong person, and the whole family died the next day.
They are just a group of half-grown kids, robbing tolls and stealing to the sky, how dare they fight against such black-handed professionals.
The seven or eight punks just ran away, leaving only a series of gray-black cement marks on the sidewalk.
Luke turned his head and looked at the two relieved black boys next to him: "It seems that they are your friends, then you are responsible for cleaning up this mess, so as not to damage the public health of New York City."
Charlie and Laka looked at the piece of cement mortar he was pointing at, their faces full of astonishment: "hat?"
Damn, wasn't the cement bucket thrown down by the hot-tempered girl upstairs? She is the one who destroys public health, so what does it matter to us
Charlie was always being a little naughty, and immediately raised his hand: "Report to the boss, they are not our friends."
Luke looked at him with a half-smile: "Really? Then the next time I meet them, the possibility of my hand slipping will be very high."
As he said this, his 80 sledgehammer seemed to be about to move.
Charlie looked at the slightly active sledgehammer and swallowed.
He thought hard for a moment, then nodded painfully: "Sorry, I misremembered, they are indeed my friends, I will clean up now."
Although the relationship between Hudson and him is not as good as that of Laka, they can be regarded as friends who have played together for a long time. He doesn't want to see their heads bloom.
He is so honest now because Luke has chatted with his cousin Temple several times in the past few days, and he didn't deliberately avoid him and Laka.
During those conversations, Charlie heard the names of several bigwigs in the Clinton district from Luke and Selena.
But when talking about these people, Luke and Selina spoke in the same tone as ordinary people, neither bragging nor inquiring.
It seems that they just asked Temple to confirm the "glorious deeds" of these big shots.
In addition, a few days ago, Charlie was cleaning the garbage on the roof. When he came down the stairs, he happened to meet Selina carrying a bag of things up to the fifth floor.
He just moved his nose, and he could smell the strong smell of gun oil in the big bag.
Looking at the straightness of the big bag and the size of the outside, he was sure that it could only be a gun.
Moreover, there will not be only one or two pistols in this long bag, at least two rifles or shotguns.
Normal people don't and don't have the qualifications to keep rifles at home, and most gang members only carry pistols on weekdays.
Those who like to keep a few rifles at home are usually military enthusiasts, professional gangsters, mercenaries, and killers.
Charlie's own judgment leaned toward the last.
Unlike other professions where it is best to have a vicious face, a killer needs a harmless appearance, which can save a lot of trouble when killing people.
After getting along for a few days, Charlie discovered that Luke and Selena were both very strong. Observing their body movements, he was even more sure of the status of these two "professionals".
Therefore, even if he works very hard, he dare not slip away.
As long as he thinks that Luke is a killer, and the first sentence he said, "I am a man of rules. If you take my money, you must do things seriously", Charlie will feel chills down his chest.
If he took the money from this Mr. Assassin and sneaked away again, what would he do if Mr. Assassin did not follow the rules of killing for a fee and killed himself for free
He even told his cousin Temple about this speculation, and she stared at him for a while with an idiot expression on her face, before saying: "Read more books when you have time, don't watch those killer movies every day."
Charlie can only be depressed, his cousin's thinking has never been on his own channel, and everyone has no common language.
Doesn't she understand that movies come from life and are higher than life? 8)