The mental state of the man in the beige suit, as well as the smell on his body, indicated that he had just taken drugs.
Although Luke has seen a lot of scumbags and black cops, but the scumbags and black cops like the one in front of him are all outstanding, or insane guys are really rare.
Compared with the guy in front of him, the bearded Nick of the Los Angeles County Sheriff's team is considered a good person.
At least Bearded Nick and the others don't take drugs, let alone kill four or five-year-old children.
It's not surprising that such a person took drugs and killed people while handling a case.
Walking out of 6's door, Luke's gaze stayed on the door of 6's apartment on the right for a moment, said a few words to the patrolman, and then walked up the stairs to the rooftop.
After a while, he came down from the top floor, went downstairs and drove away.
Back in SS, he saw two girls standing there holding two big paper bags each.
Luke looked at the time and patted himself on the forehead.
It's been forty minutes now, and he missed the appointed time.
Get out of the car and walk quickly, Nikki and Monica also saw him, wanted to wave but found that they were empty.
Luke came closer and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I delayed the time, I really troubled you."
Nikki just asked, "Are you done?"
Luke nodded: "It's fine for now. Oh yes, give me something."
As he spoke, he took two bags of food from Nikki.
Monica twitched her lips: "Shouldn't each person have a bag?"
Luke smiled and said, "Didn't you say that you are a good athlete? If you are proficient in running, swimming, fighting and playing ball, then you can only walk a few steps harder."
Monica gave him a big roll of the eyes angrily: "But it should be fair, right? I support equal rights for men and women."
Luke shrugged: "So if you have more strength, do more. If I had three hands, I would definitely help you get another bag."
Monica: "You're saying that because you don't have a third hand."
Luke grinned, opened the car door, quickly put the food bag in, and then took the food bag from Monica's hand and put it in as well.
At this time, he suddenly noticed something unusual: "Where's your own lunch?"
Nikki and Monica looked at their empty hands subconsciously, and Qiqi came back to his senses.
"Oops, forgot."
"I just bought it for you."
Luke smiled, and reached out to hold the opened rear door: "Then it seems that I have to treat you, two beautiful ladies, please get in the car?"
In less than ten minutes, Monica was sitting on a mat on the grass in the park with a mushroom cheeseburger in her mouth, and said vaguely: "You can really talk. Sitting on the grass in the park and eating fast food, you said it is better than a three-star Michelin star." It's upscale."
Luke ate a beef burger and said with a smile: "When I was in Los Angeles, I never felt that the sun was so precious, and sometimes I even complained that it was too dazzling. But when I came to New York, I think it is worth giving up the man-made environment and enjoying it." Wonderful views of nature."
Nikki was curious: "You're from Los Angeles, and you just came here? Did you go to college?"
Luke: "I grew up in Texas, and I came here to work. If I didn't come out to work, I might be a cowboy in my hometown."
Neither Nikki nor Monica really believed it.
Luke's speech and behavior are not like cowboys, they are a little too gentle.
The three of them finished their lunch chatting, laughing and chatting like this.
After the meal, Luke asked the two girls.
It turned out that today was the weekend, and they went shopping and didn't need to rush to the next destination, so naturally they didn't need him to drive them off.
The parties bid farewell.
After watching Luke disappear in the car, Monica pulled Nikki and turned around: "Let's go, we agreed to go shopping. I haven't looked at the underwear I need yet."
Nikki let out an oh, and when she was being dragged away, she reluctantly turned her head and looked again: "It seems that he doesn't have any feelings for me."
Monica smiled and said, "Didn't you already get his phone number?"
Nikki: "You got it too! But his attitude is not like those boys chasing us. I asked him when he was free to play, but he said that he was very busy with work and had to work overtime at night. At his age, there are What kind of work requires overtime every night? He's not one of those homeboys. Doesn't that mean rejection?"
Monica rolled her eyes: "Pull you down! I'm sure he has absolutely no intention of pursuing me, because I'm not the one he likes, but you still have a great chance, at least what he said Not rejecting you."
When Nikki heard this, she became curious and tugged on Monica's arm: "How do you know?"
Monica: "Because I suspect he is a rich second generation."
Nikki was stunned: "Huh?"
Monica: "I'm not familiar with his, but ordinary students can afford it? Secondly, he uses a titanium mobile phone, which is a model that has not even been released on the official website, and it is likely to be ordered directly at the manufacturer. His clothes don’t have a brand name, but the workmanship and materials are very good, maybe they are handmade. The sunglasses are a new model released by Gucci in the first half of the year, and the price is more than 1,000 US dollars.
When she said this, she looked at Nikki with a half-smile: "For such a person, does his job deliver food? Maybe he is an intern in the company at home."
Nikki was surprised: "Why didn't I pay attention at all, you can see it so clearly?"
Monica grabbed Nikki so hard that her girlfriend covered her back in pain and jumped two steps: "What are you doing?"
Monica: "You have the nerve to say it. When you were eating just now, your eyes didn't leave that handsome face, so you could see other things? You kept grabbing my words just now, and I was almost bored to death. If you don't do these What can you do?"
Nikki was at a loss for words, but her mind returned to a normal state, and she immediately retorted: "You see clothes from other people's cars and mobile phones, are you embarrassed to say me? I didn't even look carefully at you, you little bitch!"
"Ah, you little bitch dared to sue the villain first, and you want to be beaten again!" Monica was furious.
The two women started to fight in the street happily, throwing Luke, the instigator, aside for a while.
After Luke got into the car, the smile on his face quickly disappeared.
It wasn't that the two cheerful girls had lunch and chatted to suppress their emotions just now, he really wanted to kill the gang of black police immediately, especially the leader.
"Call out Norman Stanfield's information." He said.
The vehicle system quickly displayed a piece of information on the console screen.
"Read his resume, and check the number of times he was complained and the reason." He continued.
The on-board system immediately began to read Norman Stanfield's information with a soft female voice.
This Norman, the middle-aged man in the beige suit at the scene of the shooting, was also the leader of the team just now.
Listening to this person's resume, Luke sneered.