One Hundred and Fifty-Two Chapters Lively Booth, Coincidence

After two days, Selena has called the behavior of watching individual booths watching the fun.

Many people came to the Stark Industry Expo, including top experts, scholars, craftsmen and more from all over the world.

These people basically do not appear on the self-employed side, but many low-level and middle-level related personnel come here to hang out and pick up leaks with similar ideas as Luke.

Coupled with some fairly professional enthusiasts, the self-employed booths are also crowded with people.

Compared with the restraint and arrogance of the top bigwigs, the visitors who come here do not have so many scruples.

Many people are typical tech nerds. As long as they talk about technology, they don't care if it's an individual booth, they just start spraying.

Can't stand it? If you can't stand it, just close the stall and go home. It's a man who has to be tough.

The thinking of most tech nerds is so simple and crude.

What to save face, depending on the occasion, talking about interests is something that the bosses consider, and they just say one word - hate.

Therefore, the self-employed booths are carrying out various technical tearing beeps all the time.

Some inexplicable super fertilizer Jinkarat, new energy with an amazing conversion ratio, and various wonderful products modified by individuals, may suddenly someone point out the problem in front of the booth.

In the end, the two sides were in a hurry, and there were many people who simply used physical persuasion.

Luke and the two would not be in a hurry to stop them, but smiled and saw that the two sides were bruised and bruised, and the evidence was conclusive, so they came out to arrest them.

The two assigned tasks and took turns to come forward, basically saying, "Are you going to reconcile in private and promise not to disturb the order of the venue? Or do you go to the police detention center to calm down for 24 hours?"

Most of the technical houses are naturally misfired at this time.

The beating has been beaten, the anger has been released, the evidence is still on the faces of both parties, and it is impossible to deny it.

A few of them still have a tendon in their necks, so they can only... really be sent to the detention center.

Luke is familiar with this matter.

At the last Stark fair in Los Angeles, the two sent nearly 100 people to the police station in a few days.

Don't look at the fact that you don't have much experience in catching this kind of fight.

Up to three points at a time.

But these fights came quickly and quickly, and several of them could happen in a short time.

The police have already prepared a train. Two prison buses are in the venue. Those who refuse to accept it are handcuffed and sent to the prison bus. When they are full, they will drive to the detention center.

In view of the problems exposed at the last Los Angeles fair, Stark Group bought a disused factory in Nassau County a month ago, converted it into a detention center, and then handed it over to the state government.

In this recently completed detention center, 5,000 stainless-steel beds are waiting for the troublemakers in the fair to stay.

If you want, there can be more temporary beds here, and 8,000 people can be stuffed into it.

If you have money, you can do whatever you want.

In any case, the detention center does not need any court trial. Anyone caught on the spot can be sent to calm down for 24 hours. This is the power of the police.

Those who are still not calm after coming out can try to go in a few more times, and then they can wait for the official imprisonment.

The nypd also dispatched some police officers and a large number of auxiliary police officers to maintain order.

There is no need to worry about salary. The Stark Group has given money, and donated a lot of money to nypd.

If it doesn't work, the countdown to the nypd's first brother, the second brother, the second brother, the sheriff, will start.

So there are many small troubles in the venue, but they are resolved quickly, including the most complicated individual booths here.

However, these self-employed inventions and products are not completely nonsense.

It should be said that they do have a certain degree of technicality in order to pass the review of the management committee.

But it is also commonplace for the tech nerds who come to Lala to make investments to talk about running the train.

For example, when they blew some of their new energy technologies into the sky, they thought that Tony Stark's Ark reactor was going to be outdated, but the fact was that they had to sell products at Tony's exhibition.

Therefore, Luke and the two went for a walk after eating, and they would still come to the self-employed stall for a walk.

Today, while walking, I saw an acquaintance.

A small figure was standing in front of a booth, drooling at a somewhat bulky individual aircraft.

Luke walked over, held down a small head with two ponytails, and rubbed a few times before the other party responded, "Why are you alone, where is your father?"

The little head with two ponytails turned back, saw Luke, and suddenly smiled, "Ah, Luke, come too..."

Saying this, her petite body jumped up happily and hugged Luke... a dog head at her feet "Ah, Mei Dao, are you here too? Do you miss me!"

Gold nugget was too lazy to deal with this little girl, let the beautiful knife who likes children come out and control her body, shook her head and tail at this little thing, and licked that little face with her big tongue.

Humph, lick the dog! Doomed to have nothing! A certain dog head disdainfully complained about the idiot who shared his body with him.

After playing with one person and one dog for a while, Luke said, "You won't come here alone, will you? Mindy."

Although Mindy can fight better than most of the men here, Damon is really too big to let her wander around here alone.

Mindy hugged the dog's head and pressed her face to the comfortable long hair. "Dad is over there."

Luke looked in the direction of her Nuzui, and saw Damon sitting in a booth, talking to another man.

He was a little strange, "Isn't your father painting, why is he here to sell products again?"

Mindy "No, the stall owner is his friend, he's just chatting there."

"Then let's go over and say hello." Luke said, walking away.

Mindy reluctantly let go of the big dog head of the beautiful knife and followed it step by step.

Walking to the booth, looking at the little things on the booth, Luke smiled at the middle-aged white stall owner, and then greeted, "Damon, aren't you here to set up a stall to sell paintings?"

Damon burst into laughter, "I was just looking around, and I happened to meet my friend. Oh, let me introduce, this is Luke and this is Bent."

Luke stretched out his hand and shook the Bent, picked up a manual on the table and glanced at it, then glanced at the instrument that looked like a walkie-talkie on the table, and looked at Bent strangely, "You instrument, How's the effect?"

Bente looked a little nervous, and stood up, "Very good, guaranteed."

Luke couldn't help but read the introduction on the manual again-sick stick (sick stick), which released strong pulses and caused physical discomfort. A variety of modes can be selected, mode 1 stomach, mode 2...

He pondered for a moment and asked, "Can you try it?"

Bent was stunned, but Damon subconsciously stopped "no!"

Seeing Luke's gaze, he hurriedly said, "This thing, the effect is a bit... strong, it's best not to use it here."

Damon knew the identity of Detective Luke.

If this guy treats this sick stick as an ordinary electric baton and hits a troublemaker here, it will be a lot of fun.

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