Only then did the two black men notice the posture of the young man in front of him who looked like a student.
In mid-October, the average daily temperature in Los Angeles is 15-28 degrees, and it is still holding on to the little tail of summer.
At the moment, New York is full of autumn, and the temperature is mostly between 10-18 degrees.
People have put on thick autumn coats, such as jackets and trench coats, which are difficult to wear on the streets in Los Angeles, but are standard for most people in New York.
Luke only wore a long-sleeved T-shirt, but the chest of the T-shirt was tightly stretched by developed muscles.
Looking at the dust on his body and hearing the sound of ping-pong-pong smashing things just now, the two black men couldn't help swallowing: Although this guy has a tender face, he is a manual worker!
Generally, people who do physical work have a bad temper.
People who do manual work in the Clinton district can't have a good temper.
The eyes frantically patrolled between Luke's well-developed pectoralis major and the 80 sledgehammer, and the two black men were caught in a dilemma.
Don't do it, they feel too ashamed.
Let's do it, they feel that their celestial caps are faintly chilling, as if a cold wind is about to blow into the brain from the gap in the skull.
I have to say that they felt a little wrong.
Luke came here to be a policeman, and he hadn't taken office yet, so how could he smash their heavenly caps as soon as he came here.
From the corner of his gaze, he was actually looking at the soles of the two people's feet.
When facing a bayonet gangster, it is absolutely not against the law to throw away the decoration tools and accidentally smash the soles of the gangster's feet.
Suddenly, someone shouted not far away: "Hey, what are you doing?"
At this moment, the silence between the opposing parties was broken, and the two black men jumped back two meters away with a whoosh: "Don't come here, boy, don't come here."
Luke didn't even bother to look at them.
He turned his head to the side, and saw two young Caucasian men walking quickly towards him, more than 20 meters away diagonally.
The one who spoke was a short, chubby young man with brown semi-long hair, and behind him was a tall, thin young man wearing sunglasses.
The chunky young man walked this way and raised his voice: "Charlie, Laka, what are you doing here?"
The two black men turned their heads to look, and subconsciously hid the hand holding the knife behind them, their faces were full of pain, and they cried mournfully: "Oh my God, please let us go, don't go to my house tonight to nag .No, it’s best not to show up at my house in this lifetime.”
The chunky young man's face straightened: "However, we managed to get you out of the police detention room a few days ago. At that time, you promised yourself that you would find a formal job. This was an exchange."
Luke watched the conversation between the three with great interest, with a smile on his face: This young man is quite interesting.
Having been a police detective for so long, and with the blessings of various abilities, he can easily feel the psychological state of most people.
And the pudgy young man in front of him actually has the feeling of Jennifer's lawyer.
With a calm demeanor and clear eyes, he is a typical righteous player.
The chunky young man turned his head to look at Luke, with a little smile on his face: "Sir, what's your name?"
Luke also smiled back, and the 80 sledgehammer in his hand had been put back by the door.
He tore off a glove and stretched out his hand: "Just call me Luke."
The short and fat young man glanced at Luke's outstretched hand, and he knew in his heart: just this palm, it looks like a pampered and refined man.
Of course, it's not difficult to understand why the gentle man would confront the two punks with a sledgehammer.
Fudge himself will take a baseball bat to defend himself when he is in danger, which does not mean that Fudge is a baseball player.
He also immediately extended his hand: "Hi Luke, my name is Fudge, Fudge Nelson."
The two held hands briefly, then politely let go.
Fudge took the initiative to speak again: "This is Mr. Luke..."
Luke: "You're welcome, just call me Luke, so I don't have to call you Mr. Nelson, right?"
Fudge nodded resolutely, he was pleasing to the eyes of this young man with a gentle smile on his face.
"Luke, let me tell the truth. These two guys are sixteen years old and fifteen years old, and they are both underage." Fudge motioned to the two black boys with tangled expressions on the bottom but did not dare to leave and said: " I saw them threatening you with knives, and I would first say sorry for what they did."
Luke raised his eyebrows: Isn't this good guy going too far
Seeing his expression, Fudge smiled wryly and said, "Although it's a bit exaggerated to say this, they didn't have much malicious intentions just now. Their criminal record so far is only theft, and there is no such thing as armed wounding. That's why we released them from the police station." out on bail."
Luke glanced at the two black boys beside him, pondered for a moment, and coughed lightly.
Fudge's attention was immediately focused, he was very good at observing words and expressions, and knew that it was probably Luke who was going to express his opinion.
Luke: "They, are they your brother?"
Fudge: …
The skinny young man behind him: …
Two black boys: ...
For a moment of embarrassment, he shook his head quickly: "No, there are no elders of African descent in my family."
Luke felt playful: "Where's my cousin?"
Fudge: …
Skinny young man: …
Two black boys: ...
Fudge smiled bitterly: "Luke, I'm not their relative. I'm just a lawyer. I was entrusted by their mother and cousin to release them on bail."
Luke glanced at the thin young man behind Fudge.
Fudge responded very quickly this time: "He is my partner, and there are no African-American elders! Well, there are no African-American cousins."
Hearing this, the corners of the skinny young man's mouth couldn't help twitching: Do I have any African-American features in my appearance? What's going on with your brain circuit!
Luke nodded and looked away: "What do you mean?"
Fudge hesitated, and asked tentatively: "If possible, they can apologize to you and make some personal compensation in exchange for your understanding, is that okay?"
Seeing Luke's expressionless expression, he added, "I promise, they won't harass you again in the future."
The two black boys were about to object, but Fudge turned his head and stared at them with sharp eyes: "If you refuse, then I will print out a copy of the last lawyer's bill, and you can consider it as a five-point payment." One-year or ten-year repayment. 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 boys were full of despair, and the butterfly knives behind their backs clattered to the ground, and they stood there as if they had no strength: "Then you should send us back to the detention room."
Luke didn't rush to say anything, but looked at the two black boys.
Fudge turned around and looked at him sincerely: "Luke, they are just children, give them a chance, okay?"
Luke pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Are they really your cousins?"
Fudge: …
Skinny young man: …
Two black boys: ...