Chapter 857 (1/2)

The two black people noticed the young man's posture like a student.

In the middle of October, the daily average temperature of Los Angeles is 15-28 degrees, and I still drag my little tail in summer.

At the moment, New York is full of autumn. The temperature is mostly between 10-18 degrees.

People have put on thick autumn coats, such as jackets and windbreaker, which are hard to wear in Los Angeles, but which are standard for most people in New York.

Luke only wore a long sleeved T-shirt, but the chest of the T-shirt was tight with developed muscles.

Looking at the dust on his body and the sound of banging things inside, both black people couldn't help swallowing their saliva: this guy is a manual worker though his face is tender!

Generally, people who do manual work have a bad temper.

Those who do manual work in the Clinton area are even worse off.

Seeing the crazy patrol between Luke's developed pectoralis major and 80 sledgehammers, the two black people are in a dilemma.

Don't do it. They think it's disgraceful.

Let's do it. They feel that their genitals are faintly cool. It seems that there will be a cold wind blowing into the brain from the gap of the skull.

It has to be said that they feel a little bit wrong.

Luke is here to be a policeman, and he hasn't taken office yet. How could he break their hoods.

In fact, he was looking at the soles of their feet.

In the face of bayonet gangsters, throw away the decoration tools and accidentally smash and flatten the feet of gangsters, which is absolutely not against the law.

Suddenly, someone shouted not far away, ”Hey, what are you doing?”

This time, the silence between the two sides of the confrontation was broken, and the two black people jumped back two meters with a swish: ”don't come here, boy, don't come here.”

Luke is too lazy to look at them.

As he turned his head, he saw two young white men walking quickly 20 meters away from each other.

It was a little chubby, brown haired young man who opened his mouth, and behind him was a tall, thin man with sunglasses.

As the plump young man walked this way, he raised his voice: ”Charlie, lacca, what are you doing here?”

The two black people turned to look, and subconsciously hid their hands behind them. Their faces ached and they cried, ”God, please let us go. Don't go to my house to nag tonight. No, it's better not to show up in my house for the rest of my life. ”

The plump young man's face was straight: ”but we managed to get you out of the police detention room the other day. At that time, you promised yourself that you would find a formal job, which was an exchange of terms. ”

Luke looked at the conversation with interest and a smile on his face: this young man is very interesting.

After so long as a detective, and with all kinds of abilities, he can easily feel the psychological state of most people.

And now this little fat young man has the feeling of a lawyer Jennifer.

He is a typical justice player with a self-confident manner and clear eyes.

The stout young man turned to look at Luke, with a smile on his face. ”What's your name, sir?”

Luke smiled back and put the 80 sledgehammer back to the door.

He pulled off a glove and reached over: ”just call me Luke.”

The eyes of the stout young man glanced over Luke's outstretched hand, and it was clear in his heart that the palm was a polite man with high status.

Of course, it's not hard to understand why the Swedes are holding a sledgehammer and confronting two small gangsters.

It doesn't mean fudge is a baseball player that he can defend himself with a baseball bat when he is in danger.