Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke looks at these two cupcakes and smashes them, smashes them and mouths: “This...”

As soon as Max waved, “Thank you for saving us, you won't be charged. ”

Luke laughed and took out a twenty dollar knife and put it at the table: "Thank you, but two is not enough. So your thank-you gift I took, which is the money to buy the three remaining cakes. ”

Max was stunned, looked at the money, looked back at the three cakes over there, and looked back at him: "You... want to fuck me? ”

Luke said slightly, “Isn't that enough for a twenty dollar knife? ”

Max looked at his smile and spat, “Well, maybe I should give you a 20, um, 200 dollar knife? ”

Luke was really stunned this time, and he laughed, "I'm sorry, I don't sell myself. ”

Max smiled again, took the twenty dollar knife and sent the cake.

The two of them also skipped this somewhat embarrassing topic.

This is close, but there are sporadic Guests here as well.

More interestingly, several of them also carry some surveillance equipment and wireless headphones, making pies less like people coming to a third-rate fast food restaurant.

Apart from two people sitting in the store, several others were outside, and when they got the food, they went out to get in the car and left. It looked like they were in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, these people are all squatting on the streets waiting for Batman and Beidou to show up.

This behavior seems ridiculous and wasteful.

But they are also idle, don't let these people come out to wander around, is everyone squatting in the office for information!

In fact, the work of these people is similar to that of the police.

Even if it is boring and inefficient, it is not deterrent to come out and talk about other things, and to hide in the office forever.

For example, FIB, like the CIA, none of which is, has been maximizing its "do it” capabilities and ability to do it.

The power of both is also increasing.

It has to be described in terms of the animal world, probably similar to urinating on the ground.

Pissing doesn't kill the opponent, but it's a warning.

Luke didn't mean anything to these people.

Now all over New York, none of his men in vests have 10,000 or 8,000, and he can't pay attention, and he's even less interested tonight.

He's not one of those murderers who likes to see how people investigate themselves.

Most of his counter-investigation was conducted for security reasons and to conceal his own preparations.

For most of the time at this fast food restaurant, he mostly checks out the Guests from the store and plays with their phones, slowly eating five cupcakes and drinking three bottles of juice in the meantime.

Of course the juice is bottled, he didn't dare use the dishes here.

Oleg, the chef, fell on a beach of piss and ended up in the kitchen without changing his clothes, and Luke's mild cleanliness was unbearable.

It's almost 2: 00 a.m. and the fast food restaurant called Williamsburg is closing.

Luke's guess is that it can only survive these differentiated competitions from the fast food restaurants around it.

Fast food sucks and you can't eat doughnuts every night.

Other fast food restaurants can't do this, of course the cost can't be this low.

Normal fast food restaurants don't have to retire nearly seventy years ago to register for old Mixed Earl, or use a dirtier chef than Dark Chef Oleg.

Only two waitresses, dark-haired girl Max, were allowed to sell her own product in the store - a cupcake.

Caroline, the blonde, is a troublemaker with an ass debt and an "enemy".

This staffing is just one word - saving money.

Instead of accepting this fast food restaurant, labor costs can bankrupt the store.

So, the boss here is still very brainy...?

Luke looked at a little bean tin walking in from the outside, picked up the bill and cash from old Earl, and it seemed a little strange: Is this little boss really that big a heart?

Don't you want your son to come out late at night and collect the sales money and be afraid of him?

As a result, Old Earl said a few words, mentioning that Luke helped drive away a robber.

And this little beady came over with a smile on his face, reaching out and shaking him: "Thank you for your help, Mr. Chris. My name is Han-Lee, and as the owner of this restaurant, please allow me to express a small thank you. ”

Said he pulled two little pieces of flowers and greens out of his pocket and stuffed them in Luke's hand: “A 20% off coupon for our restaurant's meal, come back often. ”

Luke laughed and put two coupons in his pocket: "Okay, sure. ”

Not far from here, Calorie, the blonde, wiped the table next to the top of her elbow: “Max, he's discharging electricity to you, this is the twenty-fifth time in an hour and seventeen minutes, three minutes on average. ”

Max squinted, coughed softly, and whispered, “That's not a discharge, he just expressed his appreciation for my developed chest muscle, you know?” I haven't forgotten to hold my handkerchief.

With this burden beside her, she's actually quite tired of working.

Anywhere like Caroline, you can jump any way you want, it won't move, let alone hurt.

Caroline looked at herself unconsciously and suddenly she didn't want to talk.

There's a handsome man chasing after you. If you're not modest, you're still showing off your chest muscles? This is simply unfair competition. She was angry and could only beat the mop in her hand so fast.

Max whispered, “Wipe that piece twice more, or we'll have nowhere to stay tomorrow. ”

Caroline had a dark face: “I used cleanser and air freshener to make sure you only smelled roses. ”

Max sucked his nose and shrugged his shoulders: "It's just not salty fish. ”

Caroline: "... don't you want to sleep tonight? Have the balls to go home alone. ”

Max, hold up your chest: “You're a few heavier than me. ”

Caroline was right.

After a moment, the restaurant was well packed and the two women walked out of the fast food restaurant, leaving the owner Han to close the door himself.

Just two steps away, three or four meters away, a man stood by the wall.

Carolyn screamed and jumped backwards, reaching out and pulling her hand out in her bag, and screaming in alarm: “Don't come over, I have wolf spray, I still have a defibrillator, my phone can dial 911 right away...”

“It's me.” Luke looked at the blonde a little helplessly.

It is truly worth leaking under someone's water gun, which is remarkably sensitive.

Caroline was relieved to hear his voice, but a little uncomfortable: "Are you trying to follow us? Then when you get home..."

“I wanted to ask Max for a drink.” Luke interrupted her brain patch with a laugh.

Caroline was stunned.