In the following period of time, Luke and Selina basically used this trick to scare away a lot of chatting groups.
One word — scare!
It was impossible to catch them. They couldn't be bothered to catch these brats for the rest of their lives.
But they couldn't just ignore these people. Otherwise, there might be fights or even shootings, and in the end, there might be a chain reaction.
Very soon, it was ten o 'clock, and Luke and Selina had completed their "two hours of voluntary overtime" tonight.
Selina was already reporting to the front desk and changing shifts. Ricky and Kajit, two colleagues from the Organized Crime Investigation Department, took over for them to patrol the block.
Compared with the patrol officers, these two colleagues were much closer.
At the very least, the Detective Bureau and the Organized Crime Investigation Department were actually considered "departments." They were both subordinate to NYPD HQ, and had worked together on a lot of cases.
Selina also reported to these two colleagues about the patrol just now so that they could prepare for tonight's work.
They were also very polite, or rather … obsequious?
At HQ, Selina left a much deeper impression than Luke. After all, there were only so few outstanding female detectives at HQ!
With her face, figure, and temperament, Selina was one of the "Big Four," or even the "Two Kings" to describe her in the old-fashioned way of online novels.
The number of flowers, cards, and small gifts that Selina had received, as well as invitations to eat and play, was completely in line with her level.
In contrast, while Luke was handsome, very few people in NYPD's male-dominated field team paid attention to him.
Most of the female officers who paid attention to him were older and rarely had the chance to interact with him. Few of them were shameless enough to pursue him, so he had always kept a low profile.
Selina hung up the phone. "Done?"
Luke said, "Okay. Do you want supper when we get home? "
Selina frowned and thought hard for a moment, before she nodded. "Let's eat a little, or tonight's ride won't be perfect."
Luke chuckled. "Actually, snacks are sweeter and don't have meat."
Selina said, "Of course, I'm not Gold Nugget. I'll turn into an idiot if I only eat sweet food."
A certain idiot dog head: (⊙ o ⊙)?
As they chatted, they turned the car around and drove south toward Stark Plaza.
After driving for a few minutes, Luke saw a car parked on the side of the road. He couldn't help but smile. "Khajeet and the others are at work."
Selina glanced at them, uninterested. "They're already here. We can go home now."
Luke hummed a response and stepped on the gas pedal, driving past the police car on the other side of the road.
The two cars crossed each other, and soon, they were more than fifty meters apart.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and then there was the sound of glass shattering and falling.
Luke looked at the rearview mirror, and so did Selina.
Behind him, near Kajit's police car, a huge figure landed on the ground, creating a large crack in the ground.
Kajit and Ricky's reactions weren't slow. A second after they landed, the two vigilantly rolled into the back of their police car. As they pulled out their guns, they poked their heads out to check the situation.
There weren't many cars on the street at that moment. Luke quickly turned the steering wheel and swerved.
Selina also turned her head. In the rapidly spinning car, her hands were as steady as ever as she quickly activated the surveillance equipment. The first thing she said was, "That thing doesn't look human."
Listening to the surveillance equipment, Luke looked at the huge monster. "A human's stomach isn't that big, and their mouth isn't like that."
Selina grabbed the walkie-talkie. "Don't open fire. Don't open fire."
She wanted to warn Kajit and Ricky to slow down so that she and Luke could get closer and reinforce them.
The warning came from the speakers and echoed on the street. Unfortunately, they were too late.
Ricky and Kajit, the two veterans, had reacted too quickly.
Faced with the monster that had broken through a window on the fifth floor with a box in its hand, the two of them quickly evaded detection and took out their guns to warn the monster.
In less than five seconds, the two of them had finished the formality.
The two-meter-tall humanoid monster grinned at them and roared, "Get out of my way!"
Looking at the super big mouth on the ugly, inhuman face, which was filled with disgusting black teeth, the two of them subconsciously pulled the triggers. Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Gunshots rang out.
The two veterans used the most common method in police regulations, and emptied their magazines in one go.
The changes in the way police officers were equipped with guns in recent years had a great impact on the shooting regulations.
At first, police officers in many places were equipped with military firearms or high-powered revolvers, so they only needed to fire one or two shots to "stop" criminals.
But in practice, the police realized that they didn't need such powerful pistols.
Glocks, which were very suitable for the police in every aspect, were very popular with the younger generation of police officers, and had already become the mainstream police gun in the United States.
At that moment, everyone realized that two shots wasn't reliable either.
There were plenty of police officers who had a 0% hit rate of two shots within five meters, and the Glock had a lot of bullets, so the rule of three shots naturally came into being.
But that didn't solve the problem that a lot of suspects would still be able to fight back after three shots were fired.
The American police simply adopted the "stop until you're down" shooting rule, which stipulated that when officers fired, they had to maintain continuous output until they knocked down the suspect and confirmed that he couldn't fight back.
Since then, it was common for many police officers to shoot a dozen times in a second, creating a new generation of "hornets' nests".
In these cases, no lawyer would waste energy attacking whether or not it was necessary to shoot so many times.
That was because this was the consensus of police everywhere, so that officers would have less to worry about when shooting.
From that point of view, Ricky and Kajit had absolutely no problem shooting.
The problem was that they weren't dealing with ordinary "suspects."
After more than thirty bullets were fired, the big-mouthed monster seven or eight meters away howled as more than ten bullet holes appeared on its body.
In an emergency situation, the two veteran detectives had a hit rate of almost 50%, which was already at the elite level.
But as the two watched, gray smoke rose from the bullet holes on the big-mouthed monster's body. Its screams were filled with pain, and its huge body charged at the two of them.
"F * ck!"
"Sh * t!"
Both of them cursed at the same time and hid behind the police car, planning to use it to separate the enemy.
At that moment, a series of gunshots rang out not far behind them.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
With one hand on the wheel, Luke raised the M500 with the other and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Flames spurted out of the long muzzle, and the five bullets were shot at the big-mouthed monster in three batches at different intervals.
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