Super Detective in the Fictional World

Two days down, Selena has called watching individual booths a buzz.

The Stark Industry Fair was attended by a large number of people, including top experts, academics, mechanics and others from around the world.

These people will basically not show up on the individual side, but a lot of low- and middle-level associates come here to wander around and pick up leaks with ideas similar to Luke's.

Together with some fairly professional fever buddies, the individual stalls are just as crowded here.

Visitors who come here have less care than those who hold on to the top bosses and pride themselves.

A lot of people are typical tech houses, and when it comes to technology, it doesn't matter if it's an individual stall, it sprays directly.

Can't stand it? If you can't stand it, go home. If you're a man, you have to be positive.

The thinking of most tech houses is so simple and rude.

What's left over, what's going on, what's going on, what's going on, it's what the big men think, they just say one word ——

So there are all kinds of technology tears going on here at the individual booth from time to time.

Some strange super fertilizer golden carat, more amazing than new energy, personally converted into all sorts of strange products, may suddenly be pointed out in front of the booth.

At the end of the day, there are so many people who simply use physics to persuade them.

Instead of rushing forward to stop them, Luke and the others would smile and look at each other's nasal blues. The evidence was conclusive before they came out to catch each other.

The two of them assigned tasks and took turns, basically one sentence: “Are you reconciling privately and guaranteeing that you will not disturb the order of the venue? Or go to police custody together for 24 hours? ”

Most tech homes are naturally muted at this point.

I've beaten and beaten, I've been angry, the evidence is still on both sides of the face, I can't deny it.

A small fraction of them still have a muscle around their neck, which means that they can only be taken to detention.

Luke knows a lot about this.

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

Don't look at the lack of experience in catching such fights, up to three o'clock at a time.

But these fights are fast and urgent, and a few things can happen in a while.

The police had already prepared a dragon, and two buses were in the hall, handcuffed and transported to the convoy and loaded to the detention facility.

In view of the problems exposed at the last Los Angeles Fair, Stark Group bought an abandoned factory in Nassau County a month ago and converted it into a detention facility, which was then placed under state administration.

Five thousand stainless steel beds are quietly waiting for rioters at the fair in this recently opened detention facility.

If you want, you can add some extra temporary beds, and 8,000 people can fit in.

Rich, that's what you do.

In any case, the detention facility does not require any court trial and can be sent in for 24 hours to calm down if a crime is caught on the spot, which is the power of the police.

Anyone who doesn't calm down after coming out can try to get in a few more times and wait for official jail time.

NYPD also dispatched a number of police officers and a large number of auxiliary police officers to maintain order.

Nothing to worry about, Stark Group people paid and donated a lot of money to NYPD.

If none of this helps, then NYPD's first commissioner, Sheriff Ergo, will start the countdown.

So there's a lot of trouble in the venue, but it's resolved quickly, including the most complex individual stalls, which are smooth.

But the inventions and products of these individual households are not entirely bullshit.

It should be said that they are themselves technically qualified to enter through the Board's review.

But the tech houses that come to invest in running trains on their mouths, that's a common meal.

For example, blowing some new energy technology into the sky, and thinking that Tony Stark's Ark Reactor was going to be out of air, the fact is that they were going to have to sell their products at Tony's fair.

So Luke eats and walks after meals, or walks in individual stalls.

Today, walking around saw an acquaintance.

A small figure is standing in front of a stall, drooling at a somewhat clumsy soldier aircraft.

Luke walked over, pressed a small head with a ponytail, and rubbed it a few times before the other side had reacted: “Why are you alone, your father? ”

His ponytail little head turned around and saw Luke with a smile on his face: “Ah, Luke, you too...”

Speaking here, her petite body jumped up happily, hugging Luke... some dog's head beside her feet: “Ah, are you here too, beautiful knife? Do you miss me? ”

Gold was too lazy to deal with this little girl to let a beautiful knife like a child come out and take control of her body, shake her tail against this little thing, and lick that little face with a big tongue.

Huh, lick the dog! Destined to have nothing! A dog's head spits in the gutter and shares his body with his own idiot.

Luke said, "You're not going to be here alone, are you? Mindy.”

Though Mindy can fight more than most men here, it's a little too big for Damon to let her wander around here alone.

Mindy held the dog's head and put her face on her comfortable long hair: "Daddy's right over there. ”

Luke looked in the direction of her mouth and saw Damon sitting in one stall, talking to another man about something.

He was a little strange: "Isn't your father painting? Why is he selling again? ”

Mindy: "No, the staller was his friend, he was just talking there. ”

“Then let's go say hello.” Luke said, walking away.

Mindy releases the big dog head of the knife in love and follows it.

Walking up to the stall, looking at the little things on the stall, Luke smiled at the middle-aged white staller and said, “Damon, you're not here to sell paintings, are you? ”

Damon smiled, “I was just looking around, just met my friend. Oh, by the way, this is Luke, and this is Bent. ”

Luke reached out his hand and Bent shook it, picked up a manual on the table and looked twice, looked at the device on the table like a walkie-talkie, and looked at Bent strangely: "How is this instrument working? ”

Ben was a little nervous and stood up: "Good, guaranteed. ”

Luke couldn't help but read the instructions again - the sickstick, releasing a powerful pulse, causing physical discomfort. Multiple modes available, mode 1 gastrointestinal, mode 2...

And for a moment, he said, “Can you try? ”

Bent stunned, but Damon subconsciously stopped: "NO! ”

Looking at Luke's eyes, he hastily said: "This thing works a little... strong, better not use it here. ”

Damon knew who Detective Luke was.

If this guy treats this sick stick like a regular electric stick and gives a bullet to someone here, it's gonna be a lot of fun.