Chapter Eight Hundred and Fifty-Seven Brother? Or Cousin?

Only then did the two black people notice the posture of the young student in front of them.

In mid-October, the average daily temperature in Los Angeles was 15-28 degrees, and it was still holding on to the little tail of summer.

At the moment, it is autumn in New York, and the temperature is mostly between 10-18 degrees.

People have put on thick autumn coats, such as jackets and trench coats, which are hard 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 stretched tightly by the developed muscles.

Looking at the dust on his body and hearing the sound of smashing things inside, the two black people couldn't help swallowing: Although this guy has a tender face, he is a manual worker!

In general, people who do physical work are not very good-tempered.

People who do physical work in the Clinton area are even less good-tempered.

Looking frantically between Luke's developed pectoralis major and 80 sledgehammers, the two black people were caught in a dilemma.

Don't do it, they feel too ashamed.

Let's do it, they feel that their heavenly body is faintly cold, and it seems that a cold wind will blow into the brain from the gap in the skull.

It has to be said that they felt something was wrong.

Luke came here to be a police officer, and he hasn't taken office yet. How could he smash their Tianling cover as soon as he came.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he was actually looking at the soles of the two of them.

When facing a gangster with a bayonet, throwing away decoration tools and accidentally smashing the bottom of the gangster's feet is absolutely not illegal.

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

This time, the aura of silence between the confronting two sides was broken, and the two black people jumped back two meters with a swoosh: "Don't come here, boy, don't come here."

Luke didn't bother to look at them.

He turned his head to the side, and saw two young white men walking over 20 meters away.

The one who spoke was a little stout young man with brown semi-long hair,

And behind him was a tall, thin young man with sunglasses.

The chunky young man walked towards this side 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 their backs, their faces were full of pain, and they cried out with a sad face: "God, please let us go, don't go to my house tonight and nagging. No, it's better not to be in my house for the rest of your life."

The chubby young man's face turned serious: "However, we managed to get you out of the police detention room a few days ago. At that time, you personally agreed that you would find a formal job. This is a quid pro quo."

Luke watched the conversation of the three with 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 this squat young man in front of him actually had the feeling of a lawyer Jennifer.

With a calm demeanor and clear eyes, he is a typical justice-type player.

The chunky young man turned to look at Luke with a smile on his face: "Sir, what do you call you?"

Luke also smiled back, and the 80 sledgehammers in his hand had been put back by the door.

He tore off a glove and reached out: "Just call me Luke."

The pudgy young man glanced at Luke's outstretched hand, and knew in his heart: this palm looks like a pampered gentleman.

Of course, it is not difficult to understand why the Sven people confronted the two gangsters with a sledgehammer.

Fudge himself will take a baseball bat to defend himself when he encounters danger, which does not mean that Fudge is a baseball player.

He also immediately stretched out his hand: "Hello Luke, my name is Fudge, Fudge Nelson."

The two of them clasped their hands a little and then politely released them.

Fudge took the initiative to speak again: "It's Mr. Luke like this..."

Luke: "You're welcome, just call me Luke, then I don't have to call you Mr. Nelson, right?"

Fudge nodded decisively. He found this smiling, mild-mannered young man very pleasing to the eye.

"Luke, I'll tell the truth. These two guys are sixteen and fifteen, and they're both underage." Fudge gestured to the two black boys with tangled expressions on the bottom, but he didn't dare to leave and said: " I saw them threatening you with knives, and I'll first say sorry for what they did."

Luke raised his eyebrows: Is this good guy going too far?

Seeing his expression, Fudge said with a wry smile: "Although it's a bit too much to say, they didn't actually have much malicious intent just now. Their criminal record so far has only been theft, and there is no weapon injury, so we removed them from the police station. Released 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 observant, and knew that it was likely that Luke was going to make a statement.

Luke: "Are they your brother?"

Fudge:  …

The thin young man behind him:  …

Two black boys:  …

In a moment of embarrassment, he quickly shook his head: "No, there are no African-American elders in my family."

Luke's heart arose: "Where's my cousin?"

Fudge:  …

Thin 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 bail them out."

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 thin young man's mouth couldn't help twitching: Do you have any African-American characteristics with this appearance? What's going on with your brain circuit!

Luke nodded and looked away: "What do you mean?"

Fudge hesitated and asked tentatively, "If they can, they can apologize to you and make some personal compensation in exchange for your understanding, okay?"

Seeing Luke's expressionless expression, he added, "I promise, they won't harass you in the future."

The two black boys wanted to open their mouths to object, but they saw 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 fee bill, and you can consider dividing it into five. Whether it’s ten years or ten years. 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 fell to the ground with a thud, and they were all out of strength.

Luke didn't speak in a hurry, but looked at the two black boys.

Fudge turned his head and looked at him sincerely: "Luke, they are just children, give them a chance, okay?"

Luke pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Aren't they really your cousins?"

Fudge:  …

Thin young man:  …

Two black boys: ... ()