Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke Gual: “Long time no see, Bel. How was your year? ”

This driver was the first time he came to New York to meet Racer Queen Black Aunt Bell.

Her primary vehicle, Luke, is still in use, especially suited for urban pursuit, and is extremely practical.

Bell was happy, too: "Not bad. You're here on business again? ”

As she spoke, her gaze looked at him from time to time from the mirror.

Luckily, when Luke boarded the car, he demanded speeds not exceeding 50 kilometres per hour, which, for Bell's technique, was equivalent to driving a toy car.

Luke laughed again and took out a business card with his second personal number on it.

He stuffed his card through the cash slip, and he said, "I transferred, and now I'm with NYPD, and you can make this call later. ”

Belle, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. When did this happen? Why didn't you contact me? I didn't change my phone... ”

Luke hastily interrupted: “It wasn't long ago that we settled in and didn't go to work for a few days. ”

Bell listened and stopped nagging about the subject.

Work is always the most important thing.

Why is she so impressed with Luke? It's not because he's young, handsome and generous.

Now that we've met, we'll pay a hundred bucks upfront for the knife and then we'll talk to her.

How can Belle be unhappy when she has money and an old friend to talk to?

Happily, Bell drove slower.

Otherwise, with her driving skills and the performance of this retrofitted car, it's a real throttle, and you'll be in the Clinton area in 10 minutes.

“What the hell are you doing in the kitchen?” For a moment, she finally remembered it.

Luke: "My new home is over there. ”

Bell's hands couldn't help but tremble, and his steady body followed slightly: “What? How do you live in this shithole? Hey, if you don't have the money, you can come to us. The last time that bachelor apartment was about to expire, I could have Jesse give you two months off your rent..."

Luke's enthusiasm for her can only be appreciated: "Belle, I just paid you a hundred dollars for the ride. ”

Bell stunned and couldn't help but pat himself on the forehead: "Okay, I'm stupid. You shouldn't be short of money, or you'll be on the subway and on the bus. ”

Luke: “But thank you for your concern. I live in a fine neighborhood. Don't worry, I'm a cop. ”

Bel listened to the first half and was surprised to hear the second half: “Hey, just because you're a cop, I think you live there dangerous! The Irish, the Russians, the Mexicans, the Biker Party, they're not nice to you cops, and the patrol cops don't dare go into the Hell's Kitchen at night. ”

Luke thought about it.

Irish gang? Seems all disabled.

The Russian gang? Almost gone after the bombing.

Mexican cartels? The angel of death had more than two tons of cargo still in storage, and he had to throw it in the ocean sometime.

The motorcycle party? I don't think he's seen that round lately.

“Belle, your intel is about to be updated.” He's stunned.

Bell stunned: "Update what? ”

Luke pointed to himself: “I have inside information that all these people you said have disappeared lately. ”

Bell frowned for a moment and suddenly said, "Yeah, I forgot, it seems like a lot of gangs have been dying over there lately, and the gangs in Brooklyn and Queens are talking about it. ”

Luke: "Oh? Are they going to the Hell's Kitchen? ”

That would be great. He looked forward to it in silence.

Bellian shook his head: "No. According to them, tens of thousands of gang members had recently died there, and the Hell's Kitchen was reopened, and the ingredients were gang members who dared to go in. But I reckon we'll have to die with them in order to get tens of thousands of them. ”

Luke Gual.

That's true.

His chef must be diligent, and his slow stew goes hand in hand with the fire, trying to turn these chives into his own experience points.

In the conversation room, the car went to the place.

Even if Bell consciously slows down, it's still much faster than regular taxi drivers.

“Call me when you need a car, okay?” Bell gave him a call sign.

Luke made an OK gesture: “Don't worry, I'll call you soon. ”

Bell flipped a white eye, but couldn't help laughing: talking to an intelligent person is fine.

She still looked at Luke's back and shouted, "Come to my house for dinner in a few days, and Jesse misses you. ”

Luke just waved, and he whispered, "Jesse? What if he thinks I'm back to“ rob ”his“ sweetheart ”?

In that case, the psychological tolerability of the human being is indeed tested.

When I got to the office, it was still lively, but the long queue to the main road a few days ago was gone.

In the door, a little African-American girl came running around, holding all kinds of documents and information, and she kept whispering to her clients at the firm.

The Black Girl first spotted Luke, stopped working for a while, and ran over and said, "Are you here to apply for community service? Come with me. ”

Luke stunned and shook his head with a smile: “I'm here to see Foggy and Matt. ”

The Black Girl turns her body and doesn't stop, she just turns her head: “Only Mr. Fogee is here, and Mr. Matt is not here today. ”

Luke, oh, I'm totally surprised by this answer.

Counselor Ma was stronger and should have gone home to lick his own wound by now.

If he had a bigger heart, he'd still be hiding in Luke's spare safe house.

“Then I'll go find Foggy.” He spoke casually and walked over to the office.

The black girl hurried, “Wait, Mr. Fuji is busy, you have to get him in line first. ”

Her eyeballs also quickly indicate more than a dozen people in the firm.

Luke Gual: “But I'm not looking for him to do business. ”

Black girl helpless: “Then you have to line up too, otherwise...”

Listening to the conversation between the two, everyone in the room looked at each other like they were wary of their competitors.

Free stuff, always so many people robbing. Luke laughed in his heart.

He said, "Well, I'll get Karen. ”

Black Girl: “Well, I'll call her for you.” She ran into the office.

Soon Karen walked out and said with a smile, "Luke, are you here? ”

Luke nodded: "Let me take a look at what's happening here. ”

Karen nodded hastily: "Go inside and say it, Foggy just happened to have something for you. ”

The people in this room don't react that well.

Karen is just the receptionist here, but she's actually the secretary now.

A lot of people's applications are handled by her, and nobody wants to mess with her.