Nine Hundred and Forty-Three Chapters Treat Guests and Enjoy Nature

The mental state of the man in the beige suit, as well as the smell on his body, indicated that he took the medicine.

Although Luke has seen a lot of scum and black police, but the scum and black police in front of him are all outstanding, or it is really rare to see a man who is crazy.

Compared to the guy in front of him, the bearded Nick of the Los Angeles County Sheriff's group is considered a good person.

At least Bearded Nick and the others don't take drugs, let alone kill four or five-year-old children.

It's not strange that this kind of person becomes too old to kill someone by taking drugs while handling a case.

Walking out of the door of 6b, Luke's eyes stopped for a moment on the door of 6d's apartment on the right, said a few words to the patrolman, and walked to the stairs to the rooftop.

After a while, he came down from the top floor and drove downstairs.

Back at shakeshack, he saw two girls standing there holding two big paper bags each.

Luke looked at the time and patted his forehead.

Forty minutes had passed now, and he had missed the appointment.

He got out of the car and walked over quickly. Nikki and Monica also saw him. They wanted to wave their hands but found that they were empty.

Luke walked closer and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I wasted time, I'm really bothering you."

Nikki just asked, "Are you done?"

Luke nodded: "It's okay for now. Oh, by the way, give me the stuff."

With that, he took two bags of food from Nikki.

Monica pouted: "Shouldn't there be one bag per person?"

Luke smiled and said, "Don't you say that you are an athlete? You are proficient in running, swimming, fighting, and playing, so you can only take a few more steps."

Monica gave him an angry look: "But it should be fair, right? I support gender equality."

Luke shrugged: "So if you have more strength, do more. If I have three hands, I will definitely help you get another bag."

Monica: "...you said that because you don't have a third hand."

Luke smiled, opened the car door, quickly put the food bag in, and then took the food bag from Monica's hand and put it in.

At this time, he suddenly noticed something abnormal: "You... how about your own lunch?"

Nikki and Monica subconsciously looked at their empty hands, and they all came back to their senses.

"Oops, forgot."

"I bought it for you after patronizing."

Luke smiled and stretched out his hand to hold the open rear door: "It looks like I have to treat myself, two beautiful ladies, please get in the car?"

Less than ten minutes later, Monica was sitting on the mat on the grass in the park, eating a mushroom cheeseburger, and said vaguely: "You really can talk. Sitting on the grass in the park and eating fast food, you said it was better than three-star Michelin. Upscale."

Luke was eating a beef burger and said with a smile: "When I was in Los Angeles, I never felt that sunlight was so precious, and sometimes I even complained that it was too dazzling. But when I came to New York, I felt it was worth giving up the artificial environment and enjoying it. Wonderful view of nature.”

Nikki was curious: "You are from Los Angeles, just came here? Are you studying in college?"

Luke: "I grew up in Texas, and I came here to work. If I didn't come out to work, I might be a cowboy in my hometown."

Neither Nikki nor Monica believed it very much.

Luke's demeanor is not like a cowboy, it's a little too gentle.

The three of them finished their lunch chatting and laughing like this.

After the meal, Luke asked the two women.

It turned out that today was the weekend, and they went out to buy things, they didn't need to rush to the next target, and naturally they didn't need him to drive.

The two sides said goodbye.

After watching Luke disappear in the car, Monica pulled Nikki and turned around: "Let's go, we agreed to go shopping. I haven't looked at the underwear I need yet."

Nikki snorted, and when she was dragged away, she looked back reluctantly: "It seems that he doesn't have any feelings for me."

Monica smiled and said, "Didn't you get his phone number?"

Nikki: "You didn't get it too! But his attitude is not like the boys who pursued us.

When I asked him when he was free to come out to play, he actually said that he was so busy with work that he even had to work overtime at night. At his age, what kind of work does he need to work overtime every night? He's not one of those nerds. Doesn't that mean refusal? "

Monica rolled her eyes: "Pull you down! I'm sure he has absolutely no intention of pursuing me, because I'm not the one he likes, but your chances are still very good, at least what he said. I'm not rejecting you."

When Nikki heard this, she became curious and grabbed Monica's arm: "How do you know?"

Monica: "Because I suspect he is a rich second generation."

Nikki was stunned: "Huh?"

Monica: "I'm not familiar with his SUV, but ordinary students can afford it? Second, he uses a titanium mobile phone, a style that has never been published on the official website, and is likely to be ordered directly from the manufacturer. There is no brand name on his clothes, but the workmanship and materials are very good, maybe they are handmade. Sunglasses are new styles from Gucci in the first half of the year, and the price is more than a thousand dollars.

When she said this, she looked at Nikki with a half-smiling smile: "For such a person, would his job be to deliver food? Maybe he is an intern in the company at home."

Nikki was surprised: "How come I didn't pay attention at all, you can see so clearly?"

Monica grabbed Nikki so hard that her best friend jumped two steps behind her in pain: "What are you doing?"

Monica: "You're too embarrassed to say it. When you were eating just now, your eyes didn't take your eyes off that handsome face, so you could see other things? You kept robbing me just now, and I'm getting bored. What can you do?"

Nikki was at a loss for words, but her brain returned to normal, and she immediately retorted: "You see clothes from other people's cars and mobile phones, and you are embarrassed to say me? I didn't even look at you carefully, you little girl!"

"Ah, you little bitch dare to sue the villain first, and you want to be beaten again!" Monica was furious.

The two women jokingly started fighting on the street, and for a while, Luke, the initiator, was thrown aside.

...

After Luke got into the car, the smile on his face quickly disappeared.

It wasn't that the two cheerful girls had lunch and chatted to suppress their emotions. He really wanted to kill the dea's black police immediately, especially the one who was in the lead.

"Bring out the Norman Steinfeld data," he said.

The in-vehicle system quickly displayed a profile on the console screen.

"Read his resume, and then check the number and reasons for his complaints," he continued.

The on-board system immediately began to read Norman Steinfeld in a soft female voice.

This Norman, the middle-aged man in the beige suit at the scene of the shooting, was also the head of the dea team just now.

Hearing this person's resume, Luke sneered.