Chapter 954 Hell's Kitchen Reopens, Keep an Eye on the Ingredients

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Luke smiled: "Long time no see, Bell, how has the year been?"

This driver is the black aunt Bell, the drag racing queen, whom he met when he first came to New York.

Luke is still using her primary vehicle for driving, which is especially suitable for urban chases and is extremely practical.

Bell was also full of joy: "Not bad. Are you on a business trip again this time?"

As she spoke, her eyes would occasionally look at him from the rearview mirror.

Fortunately, when Luke got in the car, he required a speed of no more than 50 kilometers per hour. For Bell's driving skills, this speed was equivalent to driving a toy car.

Luke laughed again and took out a business card with his second-class private number.

After stuffing the business card through the banknote slot, he said, "I've been transferred. Now I'm from the NYPD. You can make this phone call if you have anything in the future."

Bell snorted softly: "My God, have you been transferred to New York? When did it happen? Why didn't you contact me? My phone number hasn't changed..."

Luke interrupted quickly: "It's not long ago, I just settled down, and it's only a few days before I officially go to work."

Bell listened, and stopped nagging on this topic.

Work always comes first.

Why did she have such a good impression of Luke? Not because he is young, handsome and generous.

Only then did we meet, so I paid a hundred dollars for the fare in advance, and then reminisced with her.

With money to make and old friends to chat with, how can Bell be unhappy.

Happy, Bell drove slower.

Otherwise, with her driving skills and the performance of this modified car, she would be able to reach the Clinton District in ten minutes.

"Why are you going to Hell's Kitchen?" After chatting for a while, she finally remembered it.

Luke: "My new home is over there."

Bell's hands couldn't help shaking, and the stable body also shook slightly: "What? Why do you live in a crappy place? Hey, if you don't get the money,

can come to us. Last time someone in the bachelor apartment was about to expire, and I can let Jesse hold off on your rent for two months..."

Luke's enthusiasm for her can only be understood: "Bell, I only gave you a hundred dollars for the fare."

Bell was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but patted his forehead: "Okay, I'm stupid. You shouldn't be short of money, otherwise you'll go to subways and buses."

Luke: "But thank you for your concern. The environment where I live is okay, you don't have to worry, I'm a policeman."

Bell listened to the first half of the sentence well, but the second half of the sentence turned into surprise: "Hey, just because you are a policeman, I think it is dangerous for you to live there! There are Irish, Russians, Mexicans, and locomotives there. Party, they're so unkind to you guys, those cops don't dare to go into hell's kitchen at night."

Luke tilted his head and thought.

Irish gang? Seems to be totally disabled.

Russian gang? Almost gone after the bombing.

Mexican cartels? Angel of Death has more than two tons of goods still in the storage space, and he has to find time to throw it into the sea.

Motorcycle party? His circle doesn't seem to have been seen recently.

"Bell, your information is about to be updated." He teased.

Bell was stunned: "What's the update?"

Luke pointed to himself: "I have inside information, these people you mentioned have disappeared recently."

Bell frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly said: "Yes, I forgot, it seems that a lot of gang members have died there recently, and gangs in Brooklyn and Queens are talking about it."

Luke: "Oh? Are they planning to enter Hell's Kitchen?"

It would be great if that were the case. He waited silently in his heart.

Bell shook his head again and again: "No. According to what they said, thousands of gang members have died there recently, and it was Hell's Kitchen that opened again. The ingredients are the gang members, and the insane dare to go in. But I guess, they have to be with them. If you die, you will be able to collect the number of tens of thousands."

Luke smiled.

This is indeed true.

As a chef, he must be conscientious and work hard, combining low-fire slow-simmering and high-fire stir-frying, and strive to turn these leeks into his own experience points.

During the conversation, the car arrived at the place.

Even if Bell consciously slowed down, he was still much faster than the average taxi driver.

"Call me when you need to use the car, OK?" Bell gave him a phone call gesture.

Luke made an OK gesture: "Don't worry, I will call you if you have extra money."

Bell rolled his eyes, but couldn't help laughing: It's good to talk to someone who is interested.

She still looked at Luke's back and shouted, "Come to my house for dinner in a few days, and Jesse misses you very much too."

Luke just waved his hand, but muttered in his heart: Jesse? What if he thought I was coming back to "snatch" his "sweet heart"?

That situation really tested a person's psychological endurance.

When I got to the office, it was still very lively here, but the long queue to the main road a few days ago was gone.

After entering the door, there was a little African-American or Hispanic girl running around, holding various documents and materials in her hands, and she kept babbling about something to the clients in the office.

The black girl first discovered Luke, stopped work temporarily, and trotted over: "Are you here to apply for community service? Come with me."

Luke was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile: "I'm here to find Fudge and Matt."

The black girl's body didn't stop, she just turned her head and said, "Only Mr. Fudge is here. Mr. Matt is not here today."

Luke snorted, completely as expected of this answer.

Lawyer Ma is stronger, he should have gone home and licked his wounds by now.

If he had a bigger heart, he should still be hiding in Luke's backup safe house.

"Then I'll go to Fudge," he said casually, walking towards the office.

The black girl hurriedly called: "Wait, Mr. Fudge is very busy, you have to queue up before you want to find him."

Her eyeballs also quickly indicated more than a dozen people in the office.

Luke smiled: "But I'm not looking for him to do business."

The black girl is helpless: "Then you have to queue up, otherwise..."

Listening to the conversation between the two, everyone in the room was staring at them, as if they were wary of their competitors.

There are always so many people grabbing free things. Luke smirked in his heart.

He said, "Then I can find Karen."

Black girl: "That's ok, I'll call her for you." Then she ran into the office.

Soon, Karen came out and greeted with a smile, "Luke, are you here?"

Luke nodded: "I'll take a look at your situation here."

Karen nodded quickly: "Go in and talk, Fudge just happened to be looking for you."

This time the people in the room were less responsive.

Although Karen is only the front desk here, she is actually acting as a secretary.

Many people's application documents have to be handled by her, and no one wants to mess with her.