Over the past two days, Selina had already come to view the individual stalls as a spectator.
A lot of people came to the Stark Industrial Fair, including top experts, scholars, and technicians from all over the world.
These people basically wouldn't show up at the individual stalls, but a lot of mid- and low-level personnel had the same idea as Luke and Selina, and were here to pick up scraps.
Coupled with the presence of some professional enthusiasts, the stall area was also crowded with people.
Compared with the reserved and arrogant bigshots, the visitors here didn't have as many qualms.
Many of them were classic tech geeks to begin with. When it came to technology, they wouldn't care if this was an individual stall, and would just flare up.
Can't stand it? If you can't stand it, you'll pack up and go home. If you're a man, you have to fight head-on.
That was how simple and crude most tech geeks thought.
Saving face, looking at the occasion, and talking about benefits were things that the bigshots considered. They only had one thing in mind: fight back.
Thus, all kinds of technical arguments were going on at the individual stalls all the time.
Weird gold carats of super fertilizer, astonishing new energy conversion rates, and all kinds of weird products modified by individuals could suddenly be pointed out by someone in front of the stall.
In the end, there were plenty of people who simply resorted to physics to convince the other side.
Luke and Selina weren't in a hurry to stop them. Instead, they watched with smiles as the two sides fought until they were bruised and swollen, and only when the evidence was conclusive did they come out to arrest them.
Luke and Selina took turns to go up and say the same thing: "Do you want to settle things in private and promise not to disrupt the order of the fair again? Or do you want to go to the police detention center together for 24 hours? "
Naturally, most of the tech geeks were speechless.
They had fought and vented their anger, and the evidence was still on both sides. They couldn't deny it even if they wanted to.
Some of them were stubborn, so they could only … really send them to the detention center.
Luke and Selina were familiar with this.
At the Stark Industrial Fair in Los Angeles, they had sent almost a hundred people to the police department in just a few days.
It might not be a lot of experience to catch a fight like this, which was three points at most each time.
But these fights happened quickly and quickly, and could break out several times in a short time.
The police had already prepared two prison buses at the fair. Those who were dissatisfied would be handcuffed and sent to the prison buses before they were sent to the detention center.
Due to the problems exposed at the Los Angeles Expo, Stark Industries had bought an old factory in Nassau County a month ago and converted it into a detention center before handing it over to the state government to manage.
In this newly built detention center, 5,000 stainless steel beds were waiting for the troublemakers in the expo.
As long as they were willing, they could add more temporary beds here. Eight thousand people could fit inside.
With money, you could do whatever you wanted.
Anyway, there was no need for a court trial in the detention center. Those caught on the spot could be sent to the detention center for 24 hours. This was the power of the police.
Those who still couldn't calm down after coming out could try going back in a few more times. Then, they could wait to go to jail.
NYPD also sent some officers and a large number of auxiliary officers to maintain order.
There was no need to worry about salary. Stark Industries had donated a huge sum of money to NYPD.
If they didn't do anything, then the countdown to NYPD's Commissioner and Sergeant would start.
Therefore, there were many small troubles in the venue, but they were all resolved very quickly. Even the most complicated individual stalls were very stable here.
However, the inventions and products of these individuals weren't completely bullsh * t.
It should be said that they did have a certain level of technology, which was why they were able to pass the management's review and enter the venue.
But it was normal for the tech geeks who came to solicit investments to talk big.
For example, they would brag about a certain new energy technology. Just from the introduction, one would think that Tony Stark's arc reactor was outdated, but the reality was that they still had to promote their products at Tony's exhibition.
Thus, Luke and Selina would still visit the individual stalls when they wanted to digest their food after dinner.
Today, as he was walking, he saw a familiar face.
A tiny figure was standing in front of a stall and drooling at a clumsy drone.
Luke walked over and rubbed the head of a pigtailed girl before she could react. "Why are you alone? Where's your dad?"
The pigtailed girl turned around and smiled when she saw Luke. "Ah, Luke, you're here too …"
As she said that, she pounced over happily and hugged … a certain dog head next to Luke's feet. "Ah, Dollar, you're here too? Did you miss me? "
Gold Nugget couldn't be bothered to deal with the little girl. It had Dollar, who liked kids, take control of the body, and it wagged its tail at the little thing as it licked its little face.
Hmph, bootlicker! You're destined to have nothing! The dog head mocked the idiot who shared its body with it disdainfully.
After playing for a while, Luke finally said, "You didn't come here alone, did you? Mindy. "
Although Mindy could fight better than most of the men here, Damon was indeed too careless of Mindy to let her wander around the place alone.
Mindy hugged the dog's head and pressed her face against the comfortable fur. "Dad's over there."
Luke looked in the direction where she was pointing, and saw Damon talking to another man in a stall.
He found that odd. "Isn't your dad painting? Why is he selling products?"
Mindy said, "No, the stall owner is his friend. He's just chatting."
"Then let's go over and say hi," said Luke as he walked over.
Reluctantly, Mindy let go of Dollar's big dog head and followed it.
Looking at the gadgets on display, Luke smiled at the middle-aged stall owner and said, "Damon, you're not here to sell paintings, are you?"
Damon couldn't help but laugh. "I was just looking around, and happened to run into my friend. Oh, let me introduce you. This is Luke, and this is Bent. "
Luke shook hands with Bent. He picked up an instruction manual on the table and looked at the device that looked like a walkie-talkie. He asked Bent with a strange expression, "What do you think of this device?"
Bente looked a little nervous. He stood up and said, "Very well, I promise."
Luke couldn't help but read the description in the instruction manual again.
"Stick (sick stick): Releases powerful pulses that cause physical discomfort. There are many modes to choose from. Mode 1: Stomach, Mode 2 … "
Pondering for a moment, he asked, "Can I try it?"
Bent was stunned, but Damon subconsciously stopped him. "No!"
Noticing Luke's gaze, he hurriedly said, "This thing is a little … powerful. It's best not to use it here."
Damon knew Detective Luke's identity.
If this guy mistook this stick for a regular electric baton and used it on some troublemaker here, it would be a big joke.
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