In the following days, it seemed that all the bad luck in the special district had been drawn away.
New York was calm, and the weather was excellent for many days in a row.
Luke and Selina went back to work.
It was almost noon, and they had been planning to have lunch, but they had to deal with a traffic violation first.
A young African American girl was facing the sky, one of her feet stuck in the gap of the crossbar. She was in a split position and was basically unable to move.
She said with a sad face, "Officer, can you hurry up? I have to go to a party later."
Luke and Selina looked at each other and tried to hold back their laughter.
Luke was more skillful. He took the thick towel in his hand and the mineral water that Selina handed him. "You can't wait for the rescuers, so you can only take your time."
The girl said with a pained expression, "Okay, okay, please hurry up."
As she spoke, she tilted her head to the left and right and shouted, "Damn it, you're invading my privacy."
The onlookers didn't show any signs of remorse. They simply stretched out their bodies as much as possible and stretched out their phones to capture the girl crazily with bright smiles on their faces.
"Quick, take pictures."
"What developed ligaments. She must be an expert hip-hop dancer."
"Not necessarily. Maybe she's an acrobat with all kinds of things on her head."
"Haha, I'm sure there will be a lot of likes for my post today."
The girl wanted to die as she listened to the inappropriate comments.
Wasn't she just in a hurry to show off and do a pole vault? How did she end up rolling 180 degrees and getting stuck on the spot?
Luke tied the wet towel to the two bars next to her neck and took the baton that Selina had handed him. He tied it to the towel and started to spin it.
Gradually, the bars on one side of the girl's neck bent.
Selina reached out from the other side and gently pushed the girl's head, freeing it from the restraints of the railing.
Then, she turned the girl's body in a half circle and placed her "straight" so that she stood on one leg.
The onlookers all exclaimed, "Officer, you have great arm strength."
"Quick, take pictures. Supercop."
"Nonsense, she's clearly a beautiful female police officer."
Selina and Luke's expressions were the same. All the NYPD colleagues were already used to this treatment, and they were no exception.
As New York was the most populous city with the most developed cell phone network in the United States, there was simply no end to the capture party.
When NYPD was on duty, a bunch of people would pick up their phones to snap pictures and post them online.
What made him even more speechless was that he couldn't even charge for it.
The law didn't punish the masses. Even the US Constitution couldn't do anything to these headline-grabbers, much less a mere NYPD.
Luke simply 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 stand on her own.
He then said unhurriedly, "Ma 'am, please obey the traffic rules in the future. If one of the cars didn't notice you, you might have been amputated by now. "
The girl couldn't help but touch her own head. 'Does this count as a limb?'
However, since she had just been rescued, she was not as lively as she usually was. She could only nod obediently.
At that moment, a girl jumped out of a small supermarket in the distance and screamed, "Robbery! Robbery! That person stole my phone!"
Everybody turned their heads and subconsciously focused their attention on an African American young man who was running over from the side of the road.
The guy had a carefree smile on his face and his hands were raised high, as if he were a runner crossing the finish line.
He was still humming nonstop: "I
Believe
I
Can
Fly，I
used
to
think
that
I … "
In one of his hands was a phone with a pink casing that didn't look like it belonged to him.
Luke swung the baton with his right hand and pulled it out of the wet towel.
With a swing, the baton hit the African youth's hand, and the pink phone flew up.
The baton slid down the man's arm and stopped in front of his chest. The young man, who was in the middle of letting himself go, was pushed toward the railing by the baton.
Luke took a step forward and caught the pink phone with his free left hand.
He bent his left elbow and exerted force with the baton at the same time, pressing the young man against the railing that had just been vacated.
The onlookers exclaimed again.
"Wow, a super cop."
"Kongfu, it's definitely kongfu."
"Quick, quick."
"Ah, both officers are so handsome. I like them."
Everybody looked at the person who had spoken last, only to find that it was actually a girl.
Although she weighed at least two hundred pounds, everybody forgave her.
Liking handsome guys and envying beautiful girls was probably her daily routine. There couldn't be anything else.
The African girl, who had just escaped, was stunned when she saw the face that had suddenly appeared on the railing. "Obie, what are you doing?"
Everybody: "…"
Luke and Selina: "…"
Clearly, the African girl and the young man who had snatched the phone knew each other.
"Okay, wait a moment. The patrol officer will be here to record your statements soon." Luke smiled.
He and Selina were only here for lunch, and didn't intend to waste time on such a minor case.
Even though the person who had snatched the phone was clearly mentally unstable and looked like he was high on drugs, Luke was too lazy to say anything.
Perhaps it was because the price of illegal drugs in New York had risen too fast recently, and it was very common for these poor guys to rob people in broad daylight.
However, he and Selina didn't knock on people very often at night, so these people couldn't be considered forced.
A few minutes later, the patrol car arrived and put the robber into the police car before recording the girl's statement.
Luke and Selina sat in a park ten meters away and ate the taco they had just bought from a nearby shop.
Ever since her trip back to her hometown in Mexico, she had recently become interested in similar food.
This shop was a "mutated version" that they had inadvertently tried.
The main dish was a skewer that resembled Turkish barbecue. The boss quickly cut the skewers with a knife, and the slightly charred meat fell onto the cornbread.
The side dishes included carrots, cucumbers, onions, lettuce, pineapple, lime, and an exclusive spicy sauce.
Even Luke liked the spiciness of the sauce.
He even considered selling it, but after hesitating for a moment, he decided against it.
Business at Heaven's Diner in the Clinton area was very stable, and they had already developed enough sauces. There was no need to steal this shop's secret recipe.
It was too wicked to make someone bankrupt just because it was delicious.
As they ate, Selina couldn't help but comment on the young man and woman. "Young people nowadays really don't cherish life. They robbed people in broad daylight for a crappy phone … "
"That's a high-end version of a Titanium phone. It can be sold for one or two hundred dollars." Luke couldn't help but add as he ate happily.
Selina rolled her eyes. "Is this about money? I'm talking about robbery, alright? "
But at that point, she changed her tune. "Fine, it's true that many people can't help but earn a hundred dollars. That's why I say that young people nowadays are hopeless. Can't they earn their own living and work hard? "
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