Super Detective in the Fictional World

Few customers buy new premium cakes in fast food restaurants, but they come in all kinds.

Except that they all pack twenty or thirty at once, which is more questionable, there's nothing else to say.

Caroline suspected Luke of underwriting, and Max's cheerful guess was not supported by any evidence.

Of course Luke wouldn't say that he was lazy and that the cake buying was done directly by the charity in Clinton.

Three or two kittens in the foundation employ only a few local Clinton District girls, mostly for community service.

But what happened to Luke, the big boss, was a phone call over, part-time social worker who could pull hundreds of residents out of the Clinton area to buy cake, 365 days a year without repeating it.

The cake shoppers who bought it were able to get one themselves, and the rest went to the Foggy and Matt firms, home furniture companies, social workers' food distribution points.

On average, most people eat less than once a month and no one treats it as a daily benefit.

In fact, Max, they produce about fifty high-end cakes a day, and Luke buys only a fraction of them.

A Walton Producer, the current waitress can't find the blossoms, not only because Luke can buy from someone else, but also because there are 120 real customers every day.

After all, Max is really talented at making cakes.

But when Luke praised her for this, the fierce sister mocked herself: “Probably because I was hungry when I was a kid and Mom didn't come home, I had to fill the oven with a bunch of noodles and cook them myself, completing my first. ”

Luke was supposed to be the big guy playing DIY.

He has cured ordinary cupcakes into smart kitchen utensils, the big guy from the pipeline.

Specially noted and corrected several of Max's biggest drawbacks in making the cake, and the taste + color of the cake immediately went up to a level.

The rest of the flaws are not what he doesn't want to say, they're just a little bit —— no money.

Whether it's high-quality raw materials or high-quality tools, it's a lot of money, Max. They can't afford it.

Luke didn't want to give Max money directly, even though she kept ridiculing herself for being poor.

That's exactly why he even bought the cake for someone else.

Money derived from one's own labor means something different than money spent by others.

Max seemed cheerful, but lacked real confidence.

He didn't want to be another person to fight her self-esteem, even if good intentions were inappropriate.

So he preferred to point out how she made the cake and guarantee the initial sales with a hidden bottom line, instead of smashing the money directly.

These days, Max's two women's cakes are not rich, but a hundred dollars a day will relieve severe life stress.

As a result, Luke is now being watched by restaurant owners + waitresses + cashiers, but not as idle as they imagined.

His conversation with Max was bullshit, too, and it wasn't love that the three of them imagined.

“This is the ninth car. Aren't the cops in New York sleeping tonight?” Max said vaguely while eating his own high-end cake.

Although it was strange for Luke to buy her cake, who made him eat fifteen of them?

Every time Luke comes, at least three or five, more than twenty cupcakes, definitely finished, never wasted.

She has long been certain that her temporary boyfriend is the real King of Stomach, not simply wanting to buy her cake.

Luke laughed, swallowing the cake in his mouth, not slowly saying, "You forgot to mention the ambulance. How many just passed? ”

Max frowned: “Is it some kind of big catching of women's tickets? Or some kind of group poisoning? ”

Luke sideways: "Are you serious? ”

Max wondered, "Isn't that right? Remember the last time I went in there, I was squeezed out for 10 minutes. There was a big idiot shouting blanks and someone released gas inside. ”

Luke, already familiar with the main case of New York's calendar year, knew that there was no such case at all, and asked with a smile: "What happened? ”

Max shrugged his shoulders: “Finally, some people said that someone was playing with some kind of butt spray in there, or onion smell. A lot of people covered their noses in tears, and one person fainted from an allergy, and then someone said it was poison gas. ”

Luke: "... this is actually a low-volume gas, right? Everyone fainted. Well, you smell it, too? ”

“No. Those guys were pranking, choosing the spray in the center, and I couldn't squeeze it.” Max actually looked a little sorry: “Well, so did that faint bastard, so he didn't run away and was stinking alive. ”

Luke: “... you don't really want to smell that spray, do you? ”

“There's a spray of onion butt, tears when you smell it, it looks very sensual when you think about it.” Max leaps forward and tries: “Maybe it's a mix-up...”

Luke covered her mouth: "No, high-risk behavior, no descriptions. ”

Max stunned and said, “I was too poor to even afford toothpaste for a while now. I couldn't help but find someone to replace the bathroom sprinkler. Where can I afford this? ”

She knows that this temporary boyfriend is extremely disgusted by the smoking and sucking of certain things.

Although she doesn't smoke that thing, the weed thing is more common than smoking in 60 percent of America.

Max doesn't understand why he's so concerned about this.

Fortunately, she had been poor for a long time before she knew him, and it would be better to buy two more rolls of toilet paper if she had the money to buy weed.

After all, it doesn't matter if you don't touch the weed for the rest of your life, but toilet paper won't be missing for a day.

“I know.” Luke just grinned and pinched her face, and more than half of his mind was outside.

Tonight, he and Selena made a big scene.

You know what a one-stop service is? You know what it means to pick up bags and put them in jail? You know what it's like to sit in the sky and lose your credit?

The NYPD colleagues are here tonight.

The clean-up operation officially begins at 9 p.m.

Luke and Selena Ploughshares the cave, levelling the main nest of those eleven groups.

Although the two did not have time to compel confessions from members of the eleven groups, the places where they lived already contained partial iron evidence that contraband drugs, illegal weapons and even the most deadly black accounts were available.

That's not all.

Luke and his men also loaded the previously collected criminal information onto a flash drive and hung it on the gang boss who had been beaten to a disability.

These dual-insurance materials fell into NYPD's hands, and the district attorney no longer had to do any plea bargaining to find stain witnesses.

With a spoonful of these gang members, the New York District Attorney's Office will be able to meet the target five times this year.

The U.S. District Attorney's performance is the conviction rate, which is the number of felony convictions.

It happens that members of these groups are involved in cases of either shooting or killing, as well as in the indispensable trafficking of illicit drugs and weapons.

Even if they no longer confess any evidence at the police station, most of the gang's cadres and brothers go to jail for 20 years, or even life.

This caseload will suffice for prosecutors in the Public Prosecutor's Office to survive until the end of the year.