One Thousand Six Hundred Seventy-Three Chapters Today's Young People...

In the days that followed, the SAR seemed to attract all the bad luck.

The weather here in New York was calm, and the weather was excellent for many days in a row.

Luke and Selena go back to work.

It was almost noon that day, but they had to deal with a traffic violation first, who were planning to eat.

A young African-American girl was facing the sky on her back, with one foot stuck in the gap of the bar above, posing a shape similar to a one-word horse, basically unable to move.

She grimaced: "Officer, can you hurry up, I have to go to a party later."

Luke and Selena looked at each other and both smirked.

Luke's skills were stronger, holding the thick towel in his hand, and took the mineral water handed by Selena: "You can't wait for the rescuers, so you can only take your time."

The girl's face was full of pain: "OK, OK, please hurry up."

As she said that, she turned her head to the left and right and shouted, "Damn, you are violating my right to privacy."

The few onlookers and snappers had no intention of repentance, but tried to stretch and twist their bodies as much as possible, stretched their phones to the nearest position, and snapped wildly, with bright smiles on their faces.

"Quick shot quick shot."

"A well-developed ligament must be a master of hip-hop."

"Not necessarily, it may be an acrobat with various things on his head."

"Haha, my circle of friends must have a lot of likes today."

Listening to these inconspicuous discussions, the girl wanted to die.

Aren't you in a hurry to be handsome and come over with a pole? How did it turn into one hundred and eighty rolls on the spot, and it got stuck on the spot!

Luke tied the wet towel to the two guardrails around her neck, took the baton handed by Selena, tied it to the towel, and started spinning.

Gradually, the guardrail on the side of the girl's neck bent.

Selena reached out from the other side and gently pushed the girl's head, freeing the poor head from the shackles of the railing.

Then she carried the girl's body and turned it half a circle, put it "right", and turned into a posture of standing on one leg.

The Snappers who were watching all made a wow: "The police officer has good arms."

"Quick shot, super policewoman."

"Nonsense, this is obviously a policewoman."

Selena and Luke both looked as usual, all NYPD colleagues have long been accustomed to this kind of treatment, and they are no exception.

As the country with the most developed mobile phone network and the most populous New York, the snapping party is almost endless.

When the NYPD is a little disturbed, a bunch of people will pick up their mobile phones to take pictures and post them online.

What's even more speechless is that there is no charge for this special.

The law does not blame the public, the U.S. Constitution can't do anything about these headline-grabbing parties, let alone the mere NYPD.

Luke just stepped forward and took out the girl's foot that was stuck in the bar above the railing, so that she didn't have to keep the "golden rooster standing alone" action.

Then he said unhurriedly: "Ma'am, please obey the traffic rules in the future. As long as one car didn't notice you just now, you might have been amputated by now."

The girl couldn't help rubbing her head: Is this... is it also a limb?

But she, who was just rescued, did not escape as usual, and could only nod her head.

At this moment, a girl jumped out of the door of a small supermarket in the distance and screamed: "Robbery, robbery, that person stole my mobile phone."

Everyone turned their heads in unison, and subconsciously turned their attention to an African-American young man who was running by the side of the road.

This guy has a self-inflicted smile on his face, his hands are high, and he looks like an athlete who runs and crosses the line.

He kept humming: "I Believe I Can Fly, I used to think that I..."

And on one of his hands, there was a pink-cased mobile phone, and it didn't look like his own.

Luke swung the baton in his right hand and made it spin quickly, freeing it from the twisted wet towel.

With a flick and a flick, the baton just hit the hand of the African-American youth, and the pink mobile phone flew up.

The baton slid down the opponent's arm again and stopped in front of the opponent's chest. The African-American youth who was releasing himself was carried by the baton and leaned towards the roadside guardrail.

Luke took a slight step forward, stood behind him, and caught the flying pink mobile phone with his empty left hand.

He bent his left elbow on top, and the baton exerted force at the same time, pressing the African-American youth against the railing that had just given up his seat.

The onlookers on the side exclaimed again.

"Wow, super cop."

"kongfu, definitely kongfu."

"Quick shot quick shot."

"Ah, both officers are so handsome, I like them."

Everyone looked at the last person who spoke, and found that it was actually a girl.

Although she weighed at least 200 pounds, she still made everyone forgive her.

Loving handsome guys and envy of beautiful women should be this person's daily life, and there should be no other meaning.

The African-American girl who just got out of trouble couldn't help but stunned when she saw the face that suddenly appeared on the railing next to her: "Obi, what are you doing?"

Crowd: ...

Luke, Selena: ...

Obviously, the African-American girl who was stuck on the head knew the African-American youth who grabbed the mobile phone.

"Okay, wait a minute, the two of you, the patrolman will come to record your statement right away." Luke laughed.

He and Selena just came here for lunch, but they didn't intend to waste food time on such a small case.

Even if the man who grabbed the phone was obviously not very sane and looked like he was taking medicine, he didn't bother to say much.

Maybe it's because the price of illicit drugs in New York has risen too fast recently, and it's common for people who have no money to rob them in broad daylight.

But at night, he and Selena didn't go out to knock people very often, and these people could not be regarded as being forced.

A few minutes later, the patrol police car came, put the robbery African-American youth into the police car, and recorded a statement for the "hurdle" girl.

Luke and the two sat out in a small park more than ten meters away, eating taco that was just bought at the nearby shop.

Since returning to her hometown in Mexico, she has recently become interested in similar foods.

In this small shop, the two of them accidentally tasted the "mutated version".

The main course is a rotating kebab similar to Turkish kebab. The owner cuts the kebab quickly with a knife, and the small pieces of slightly charred meat fall on the cornmeal skin.

The side dishes are carrots, cucumbers, onions, lettuce, pineapples, limes, and an exclusive secret sauce.

Even Luke likes the strong spiciness of the hot sauce.

He even considered a cottage, but after hesitating for a moment, let it go.

The food delivery business in the Clinton District is very stable, and the development of sauces has already been sufficient, so there is no need to grab the secret recipe of this small shop.

It's too immoral to do this kind of thing and make others go bankrupt.

While eating the food, Selena couldn't help expressing her opinion on the two young men and women just now: "Young people today really don't cherish the good life. They rob in the daytime, and even grab a broken mobile phone..."

"That's the high-end version of the titanium mobile phone, and it can still be sold for one or two hundred dollars." Luke enjoyed his meal, but couldn't help but add.

Selena rolled her eyes: "Is this about money? I'm talking about robbery."

But when it came to this, she also changed her mind: "Well, it is true that many people can't help but make a hundred dollars with their hands. So I said that the young people today can't help themselves and work hard to make a fortune?"