Super Detective in the Fictional World

The following days, the SAR seemed to attract all bad luck.

The New York side is calm and calm for many days and the weather is excellent.

Luke and Selena return to work.

It was close to noon on this day, but they had to deal with a traffic accident first ...

A young African-American girl is facing upwards, with one foot stuck in the gap of the upper bar, posing like a horse in the shape of a horse, which can hardly move.

She cried with a sad face: "Police officer, can you hurry up, I will go to a party next time."

Luke and Selina stared at each other, smirking.

Still, Luke's skill is deeper, holding the thick towel in his hand, and taking over the mineral water handed by Selena: "You can't wait for the rescuers, so you can only take it slowly."

The girl's face was full of pain: "OK, OK, please hurry up."

As she said, she looked at the left and right sides and shouted, "Damn, you are violating my privacy."

Several onlookers snapped the party with no intention of repentance, just stretched and twisted their body as much as possible, stretched the phone to the nearest position and snapped wildly, with bright smile on their faces.

"Snap shot."

"A well-developed ligament must be a master of hip-hop."

"Not necessarily, it might be an acrobat with everything over his head."

"Haha, my circle of friends must be a lot of praise today."

Listening to these irreconcilable arguments, the girl has the heart to die.

Don't hurry up to be a handsome guy and get a pole to flip the bar? How could it turn into one hundred and eighty in situ and get stuck on the spot!

Luke tied the wet towel to two railings around her neck, took the baton from Selena, tied it to the towel, and started to spin.

Gradually, the side rail of the girl's neck bent.

Selena reached out from the other side, and gently pushed the girl's head to push the poor head off the railing.

Then she took the girl's body and turned it half a circle, put it "positive", and turned into a one-legged posture.

The snapping parties around the crowd all wow, "Police officers have good arms."

"Snap shot, super policewoman."

"Nonsense, this is obviously a policewoman flower."

Both Selina and Luke looked as usual, and all my colleagues in NYPD were accustomed to this treatment, and they were no exception.

As the nation's most developed mobile phone network and the largest population in New York, the capture party is endless.

There was a little movement when NYPD was at work, and a bunch of people would pick up their phones and shoot wildly, and then surf the Internet.

What's more speechless is that there is no way to charge it.

The law does not blame the public. The United States Constitution has no way of capturing these gimmicks, let alone NYPD.

Luke just stepped forward and took out the girl's foot stuck in the crossbar above the railing, so that she didn't need to keep the "golden chicken standing alone" action.

He said without hesitation: "Madam, please follow the traffic rules in the future. As long as there is a car that didn't notice you, maybe you have been amputated now."

The girl couldn't help touching her head: this ... is it a limb?

However, she was just rescued, and she did not escape, she nodded only.

At this moment, a girl jumped out of the door of a small supermarket in the distance and screamed, "Robbery, robbery, that man robbed me of my phone."

The crowd turned around and subconsciously turned their attention to a young African-American man who flew towards the side of the road.

This guy has a self-launching smile on his face, with his hands high, and is an athlete who runs across the line.

He kept humming in his mouth: "IBelieveICanFly, IusedtothinkthatI ..."

And one of his hands is a pink phone, which looks nothing like his own.

Luke flicked his baton in his right hand, letting it swiftly turn around, and detached from the tightened wet towel.

With a flick and a shake, the baton struck the young African-American's hand, and the pink cell phone flew up.

The baton slid down the other's arm and stopped in front of the other's chest. The young African-American man who was releasing himself was carried by the baton and leaned towards the side fence.

Luke stepped forward slightly, standing to the back of his side, catching the pink cellphone flying up with his empty left hand.

He curled up his left elbow, and the baton simultaneously exerted force, pressing the African-American youth on the railing that had just given way.

On the sidelines the party exclaimed again.

"Wow, super cop."

"Kongfu, definitely kongfu."

"Snap shot."

"Ah, both police officers are so handsome, I like them."

Everyone looked at the man who spoke last, and found that it was actually a sister paper.

Although she weighed at least 200 pounds, everyone forgave her.

Like handsome guys, envy beauty should be the daily life of this one, there should be no other meaning.

The African-American girl who was just out of sleep saw the face that suddenly appeared on the side railing, and couldn't help but stunned: "Obi, what are you doing?"

Everyone: ...

Luke, Selina: ...

Obviously, the Afro-adolescent girl who was stuck in the head knew the Afro-young man who robbed the mobile phone.

"Well, wait a minute, the patrol officer will come and give you a confession." Luke laughed.

He and Selina came here for lunch, but they didn't plan to waste food time on such a small case.

Even if the man who grabbed the phone was obviously out of mind and looked like he was after a medicine, he was much lazy to say anything.

Perhaps the price of illicit drugs in New York has risen too fast recently, and it is very common for such moneyless guys to rush in the daytime.

However, at night he and Selina went out and knocked at people infrequently. These people could not be considered forced.

A few minutes later, the patrol police car arrived and took the robbed Afro-American youth to the police car, and then confessed to the "hurdle" girl.

The two Luke sat in a small park more than ten meters away and ate the taco just bought by the small shop.

Since returning home in Mexico, she has recently become interested in similar food.

This small shop still accidentally tasted the "variant version".

The main course is a rotating kebab similar to a Turkish kebab. The owner quickly cuts the kebab with a knife, and the small pieces of grilled meat slightly fall on the corn flour.

The side dishes include carrots, cucumbers, onions, lettuce, pineapple, lime, and an exclusive secret sauce.

The spicy taste of hot sauce ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Luke also likes it.

He even considered the cottage, but hesitated for a moment, but it was fine.

The catering and takeaway business in Clinton is very stable, and the development of sauces is already enough. There is no need to grab the secret of this small shop.

It ’s delicious to just bankrupt others. It ’s too wicked to do such things.

While eating food, Selina couldn't help but express her views on the two young men and women just now: "The young people now don't cherish the good life. They robbed in the daytime and robbed a cell phone ..."

"That's a high-profile version of a titanium phone. You can still sell one or two hundred knives." Luke couldn't help but add a word.

Selina rolled her eyes. "Is this money? I mean robbery, OK?"

But when she said that, she also changed her mouth: "Okay, a hand stretches out to make a hundred knives, and indeed many people can't help it. So I said that the young people today cannot help themselves and work hard to make money?"