Super Detective in the Fictional World

Hudson:... who the fuck do you think you are? This is a fucking anti-slip handle! You can't let this thing slip past half the room and smash through the walls!

But when his gaze reached the young man, he immediately backed up and ran into the little fellow behind him before stopping.

Luke walked up to the door and pulled the 80 hammer out of his hand, looking at a bunch of punks outside the door and laughing: “What's the matter? ”

The gangsters looked at him and saw him with the 80 hammer in his right hand and the cutter in his left hand. They took two steps back together again.

Slip these two things again, it'll kill you.

Just two steps after they retreated, another shadow descended from the sky.

Boom, boom!

After a muffled noise, a large gray and black object sprinkled the ground.

“Ah, honey, I slipped my hand, didn't I?” On the second floor, there was a magnetic euphoria.

In the past, the sound made the gangsters talk instantly.

At this moment, everyone was sweating cold on their foreheads and retreating several meters to look upstairs.

But the window on the second floor above them was open, but no one could be seen.

They had already stood in a side-flagged cement barrel where cement mortar contaminated a large area of the ground.

Conservatively, this barrel of cement mortar weighs 20 pounds.

If they don't take two steps back, this barrel of cement will hit someone's head.

Temple sitting next to the car laughed bitterly.

She knew it wasn't that simple for young men and women.

Anyone who doesn't need money and dares to live in Clinton is either stupid or capable.

With the comfort and wisdom shown by these two men and women, they are certainly not the former.

Earlier, she saw Selena at the second floor window and went back to pick up a barrel of cement mortar and threw it down.

The temper is not as glamorous as her voice.

Hudson, the head, is the worst.

Nearly hit by an 80 hammer, he was also the closest person to cement mortar, and snow-white sneakers on both feet had turned into grey and black spots.

Luke continued to smile with apologies: "I'm sorry I messed up your shoes. Why don't you take it off and wait for me to take it to the dry cleaner? ”

Hudson wanted to get angry and saw Charlie and Raqqa on the side of the door were all anxious, with their hands scratched and their lips exaggerating and making mouth shapes, but they didn't dare speak.

Hudson and the two of them often play together, and the gesture and mouth are poured from head to head like a basin of cold water.

He squeezed out a crying smile and bowed, "Yes, I'm sorry, we interrupted your decoration. I still have things to do, the shoes don't bother you anymore, I have people in the dry cleaners, go wash them myself. Goodbye, goodbye. ”

As he said, he stepped back, and when he finished, he stepped back seven or eight meters and turned around and ran.

Charlie and Raqqa's gestures are telling him to go, it's a “pro” and it kills people.

The Clinton area is badly policed because there are many grey or even black people living here.

Compared to the supervillains who make killing a profession and even enjoy it, these little gangsters are only good people.

I don't know, the thick little gangster messed with the wrong people, and the next day the whole family died, and it didn't happen twice.

They're just half a dozen kids, robbing tolls and stealing on a rooftop day, how dare they come to this dark-handed professional?

The seventy-eight little gangsters just slipped away and left behind a string of grey black cement prints on the sidewalk.

Luke was on his side, looking at the two black-boys next to him: “Looks like they're your friends, and you're in charge of cleaning up this mess, not damaging the public health of New York City. ”

Charlie and Raqqa looked at the cement mortar he was pointing at and stunned: “What? ”

Isn't this fucking cement barrel thrown down by that big, grumpy chick upstairs? She's the one who's sabotaging public health. What do we care?

Charlie always greases a little and raises his hand immediately: "Report boss, they're not our friends. ”

Luke looked at him with a smile. “Really? The next time I meet them, there's a good chance they'll slip. ”

When he said that, his 80 hammer seemed to be moving with stupidity.

Charlie looked at the hammer, which was a little active, and swallowed his mouth.

He thought hard for a moment and nodded in pain: "I'm sorry, I was wrong. They're really my friends, I'm going to clean them up. ”

Although Hudson wasn't as close to Raqqa as he was, he was a big little buddy, and he didn't want to see them blow his head off.

He's being so honest now because Luke and his cousin Temple talked for a few days and didn't intentionally avoid him and Raqqa.

In those conversations, Charlie heard the names of several Clinton bosses from Luke and Selena.

But when it comes to these people, Luke and Selena sound just like normal people, neither bragging nor listening.

Looks like they're just looking for Temple to confirm the "glory stories” of these big men.

Also, Charlie cleaned garbage on the rooftop the other day, and as he came down the stairs, he happened to meet Selina carrying a bag of things up to the fifth floor.

He just moved his nose and smelled the oil in the big bag.

Looking at the straightness of the big bag, and the size and size of the exterior, he was sure it could only be guns.

Moreover, there will not be only one or two pistols, at least two rifles or shotguns, in such a large bag.

Normal people are not and are not eligible to put rifles in their homes, and most gang members carry only a pistol during the week.

Those who like to put several rifles in their homes are usually military fever buddies, professional gang fighters, mercenaries, and killers.

Charlie's own judgment tends to be the last.

Unlike other professions, killers need harmless facial disguises to save a lot of trouble when killing.

Charlie found Luke and Selena in contact with each other over the course of a few days, observing their physical movements, and he was more certain that they were “professionals".

Therefore, he would not dare to slip, even if he worked very hard.

Just think of Luke as a killer, and the first thing he said was, "I'm a behaving man. Take my money and do something serious." Charlie's vest gets cold.

If you take Mr. Killer's money and you sneak away again, what if Mr. Killer doesn't talk about fee-for-hire rules and kills himself for free?

He also told his cousin Temple that, in return, she stared at him with an idiot's face for a while before saying: "Read more books and watch the killer movies every day. ”

Charlie can only be depressed. Cousin's mind is never on her channel. Everyone has no common language.

Doesn't she understand that movies are things that come from life and are higher than life?