Hudson: … Who do you think you're an idiot?! This was a f * cking non-slip handle! No matter how slippery it was, it couldn't have crossed half the room and smashed through the wall!
But when his gaze fell on the young man's hands, he immediately retreated and didn't stop until he bumped into his friends behind him.
Luke walked to the door and pulled off the sledgehammer. He looked at the hooligans outside and said with a smile, "What's the matter?"
The hooligans looked at him, only to see that he was holding the sledgehammer in his right hand and the cutting machine in his left, and they all took two steps back.
If these two things slipped out of his hand, it would cost him his life.
After they took two steps back, another shadow fell from the sky.
Bang! Pa!
After a muffled sound, a large amount of grayish-black material spilled all over the floor.
"Ah, darling, my hand slipped too. I didn't kill anyone, did I?" A magnetic and melodious female voice came from the second floor.
In the past, this voice would have immediately made the hooligans flirt with her.
At that moment, however, everyone broke out in a cold sweat as they retreated several meters to look upstairs.
But while the windows on the second floor were open, they couldn't see anyone.
There was already an overturned cement bucket where they had been standing, and the cement inside had stained a large area of the ground.
A conservative estimate was that the bucket of cement weighed ten kilograms.
If they hadn't taken two steps back just now, the bucket of cement would have hit someone in the head.
Temple, who was sitting in the car next to her, smiled bitterly.
She knew that this young man and woman weren't simple.
Someone who didn't lack money and still dared to live in the Clinton area was either stupid or capable.
Given the ease and cleverness these two displayed, they definitely weren't the former.
Just now, she had seen Selina look out the window on the second floor before she went back and threw the bucket of cement down.
Her temper wasn't as charming as her voice.
Hudson, the leader, was the worst off.
Having almost been hit in the head by the sledgehammer, he was also the person closest to the cement. His white sneakers had already turned gray and black.
Luke continued to smile apologetically. "Sorry for dirtying your shoes. Why don't you take it off and I'll take it to the cleaners? "
Just as Hudson was about to flare up, he saw that Charlie and Raqael, who were at the side of the door, had anxious expressions on their faces. They were gesturing with their hands, and their lips were moving exaggeratedly, but they did not dare to make a sound.
Hudson and the two of them often played together. Their hand gestures and mouth movements were like a bucket of cold water being poured over their heads.
With great difficulty, he squeezed out a smile that looked like he was about to cry and bowed repeatedly. "I'm … I'm sorry. We disturbed your renovation. I still have things to do, so I won't bother you with the shoes. I have someone at the dry cleaner, so I'll wash them myself. Bye, bye. "
As he spoke, he retreated. By the time he finished speaking, he was already seven or eight meters away. Then, he turned around and ran.
What a joke! Charlie and Raqqa's gestures were telling him to leave, that this was a "professional" who would kill someone.
The security in the Clinton area was terrible because there were many gray or even black people living here.
Compared to those super villains who killed people as a profession and even killed for fun, hooligans like them could only be regarded as good citizens.
It wasn't the first or second time that a hooligan who didn't know his place messed with the wrong person, and his whole family died the next day.
They were just a bunch of half-grown kids. The most they could do was rob tolls and steal. How would they dare go head-on with such a professional?
Just like that, the seven or eight hooligans ran off, leaving only a series of gray and black cement marks on the sidewalk.
Luke then turned his head and looked at the two relieved boys next to him. "Looks like they're your friends. Then, you'll be responsible for cleaning up this mess. Don't ruin the public health of New York City."
Charlie and Raqqa looked at the cement mortar he was pointing at and were stunned. "What?"
Wasn't this cement bucket the one that the hot-tempered beauty from upstairs threw down? She was the one who ruined public health. What did it have to do with us?
Charlie, who always had to be a little slicker, immediately raised his hand. "Boss, they're not our friends."
Luke looked at him with a faint smile. "Really? Then the next time I meet them, it's very likely that my hand will slip. "
As he said that, his sledgehammer seemed to stir.
Looking at the sledgehammer that had become a little active, Charlie swallowed.
He thought hard for a moment, then nodded painfully. "I'm sorry, I remembered wrongly. They are indeed my friends. I'll clean it up now."
Although his relationship with Hudson wasn't as good as Raqqa's, they were still childhood friends. He didn't want to see their heads split open.
He was so obedient now because Luke and his cousin Temple had chatted a few times in the past few days, and didn't deliberately avoid him and Raqqa.
In those conversations, Charlie heard the names of several bigshots in Clinton from Luke and Selina.
But when they talked about these people, Luke and Selina sounded like they were talking about ordinary people. They weren't bragging or asking around.
It was as if they were looking for Temple to confirm the "glorious deeds" of these bigshots.
Also, a few days ago, Charlie had been cleaning up the garbage on the rooftop. When he came down the stairs, he happened to run into Selina carrying a bag up to the fifth floor.
With just a twitch of his nose, he could smell the strong smell of gun oil in the bag.
Looking at the tightness of the bag and its size, he was sure that it could only be a gun.
Also, there wouldn't just be one or two pistols in such a long bag. There would at least be two rifles or shotguns.
A normal person would not and would not have the right to keep a rifle at home. Most gangsters would only carry a pistol on a daily basis.
Those who liked to keep a few rifles at home were usually military enthusiasts, professional thugs, mercenaries, and hitmen.
Charlie's judgment leaned toward the last one.
Unlike other professions, where it was best to look fierce, hitmen needed a harmless disguise, which would save them a lot of trouble when they killed someone.
After spending a few days together, Charlie realized that both Luke and Selina were very strong. Observing their physiques and movements, he was even more certain that they were "professionals."
Thus, no matter how hard he worked, he didn't dare slip away.
When he thought about how Luke was a hitman and how he had said at the beginning, "I'm a man of rules. If you take my money, you have to do things seriously, "Charlie felt a chill run down his spine.
If he took this hitman's money and slipped away, what if the hitman didn't pay to kill him and killed him for free?
He had even told his cousin Temple this speculation, and she glared at him as if he were an idiot for a long time before she said, "Read more when you have time. Don't watch those killer movies every day."
Charlie could only be depressed. His cousin's thoughts were never on his own. They had nothing in common.
Didn't she understand that movies came from life, but were above life? 8)
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