Super Detective in the Fictional World

In fact, Luke just said two words, and he shut up intrigued, because President Ginny went on to say more than he could have planned.

These routines are old, but they refer directly to the nature of humanity.

Showing off is an indispensable part of human society.

Products that don't show off are imperfect for capturing the top tiers of countless supports.

Are they the wrong people? Not really.

Without these, how to satisfy your spiritual enjoyment.

They are not simply enjoying these luxuries, they are also enjoying the envy and jealousy of others watching them.

Even some big men who like to pretend to be normal like this, but that's not what they use to show off.

Since it's a show off, the young people on the street naturally don't have a share.

They dream of getting a limited edition titanium phone.

This version is 998 knives at a very “friendly" price.

What really isn't "pro-people” is the Diamond Enjoyment Edition of the 4998 Knife, and the Personalized Edition of the 9998 Crazy Knife.

So far, ordinary young people have been able to take out a high-profile titanium phone in front of their little buddies and plug in their own titanium smartphones, enough to make him the most fashionable kid in the party and enjoy the envy.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon, and Luke and his wife are driving home on time.

Seeing these young people enjoying the sun and the laughter, he was in a good mood to gossip: "Look, Clinton now has a little bit of an ordinary neighborhood. ”

These young people are the largest group of brain powder deficiencies in titanium phones, and they are the biggest bags of money.

And money, for him, makes Tony's technology "real” and makes power work for him.

Money capacity, it's really too important.

It's always easy to see a group of young people giving him the ability to make money.

Selena was also paying attention to the young people, but she was paying attention to something else: “Of course. Girls can dress a little less in regular neighborhoods so you can see better. ”

Luke laughed dumbly: "Why don't I find an indoor pool where I can watch while I lie down and drink? Isn't it beautiful? ”

Selena, uh, choked again by this blatant whitewash, but she started the final rumble: “I don't know who's watching girls play basketball, but their heads are following? Swimming pools don't really look right. ”

Luke glanced at her with amazement: "I'm amazing at his basketball skills! ”

Selena laughed and said, "Oh, there's a girl who does look like she's got two basketballs." ”

Luke was sunny: "Wouldn't that be thanks to her weighing over 200 pounds? ”

Selena was silent.

To say that Luke is interested in that fat black chick over 200 pounds, she can't really say that, it's against her conscience.

At this point, the car drove downstairs to their office in Foggy.

Luke saw Foggy and Matt go downstairs, face tight, and seemed anxious.

And he said, “Hey, bro, what's up? ”

Fogey looked at it and recognized it as Luke's car. His face was delighted: "Luke, you're just in time. Something went wrong at home. We were just going to check it out. ”

Luke: “What is it? ”

Foggy: “It's Charlie and Raqqa and them. Ben told them to go to Queens and pull decoration materials, and they got in a fight halfway, and now all five of them are in the hospital. ”

Luke was surprised: "ICU? ”

Fudge and Matt both had a little twitch in their faces.

Matt, who normally doesn't talk much, can't help but say, “Emergency care has been suspended for a while, and there's no risk to his life. But Charlie and Raqqa broke one arm each. ”

Luxon sighed, but no more bullshit: "Which hospital? Let's go check it out. ”

Fuji: “It's the Queens Medical Center at the New York Hospital. ”

Luke made a phone call gesture and the car started: “The rest is on the phone. ”

The two Fogeys are also used to his simple pie, just nodding their heads and walking to their car.

It took two people to get in the car and Matt's phone rang.

Fudge drove his own car, and Charlie was beaten to death by a blind man named Matt.

It's not complicated.

Charlie, Raqqah and Hudson, three good friends, along with two other small partners, drove two cars to Queens to pull out a batch of renovation materials.

After pulling up the materials, several people came out of the warehouse, and Charlie's car got stuck in a mud truck.

Charlie, the co-pilot, saw someone on the mud-headed co-driver and looked at them, but the car didn't stop, and it caught fire.

The other party identified a hit-and-run.

It's customary for young people out of Clinton to have nothing to do with it, Charlie. They've been honest lately, which doesn't mean they don't have a temper.

Don't pretend you can't see them this time, even though they made a mistake.

Then they chased him and forced the mud truck to stop.

Things are going pretty well here, but Charlie wasn't expecting it at all.

The other car got off two white guys, just listened to them curse a few words, looked at the five surrounding Afro-Latin kids, and went straight ahead.

Less than ten seconds later, the five boys screamed and vomited on the ground, watching each other leave.

They didn't even say a word from the beginning to the end.

After the other three vomits were done, Charlie and Raqqa broke an arm and could only call Ben, the general manager of the company.

Ben rushed to the hospital as soon as he got the call.

But the boys, afraid to go home and get cleaned up by their mother, called Foggy again and wanted him to say something to the family.

Fudge and Matt naturally couldn't sit down.

These last few months, Charlie and the others have performed well, and in the Clinton area they are also a “high income” class, with a promising future.

I heard Charlie broke his bones, and Fogey didn't have to worry.

After listening to Matt, Luke asked Selena to call Ben.

He answered the phone quickly and said a few words. He and Selena looked at each other and laughed a little.

I was already in the hospital, and I asked Charlie about a few people.

Actually, a few kids were less seriously injured.

Charlie and Raqqa's so-called “fractures” are just dislocations.

But a few kids were in agony and panic, and found that their hands hurt as soon as they moved, and they overheard the bedtime stories of Batman and Black Cat Girl, the "bone crushers," who subconsciously thought it was also a fracture.

Turns out it was a dislocation, and the hospital doctor was in no hurry, so arrange for them to finish the examination.

Ben's in the waiting room with a couple of guys right now, waiting to be examined.

Luke and the others were laughing, but he forwarded the message to Fogey so they didn't have to rush.

More than 20 minutes later, they met Charlie, the bastards at the hospital.