Luke was amused. "Long time no see, Bell. How have you been this year?"
The driver was Bell, the racing queen whom he had met the first time he came to New York.
Luke had been using her Elementary Driving, which was very practical and suitable for urban pursuits.
Bell was also very happy. "Not bad. Are you here on a business trip again? "
As she spoke, she glanced at him in the rearview mirror every now and then.
Thankfully, Luke hadn't asked her to go faster than 50 kilometers per hour. For Bell, that speed was like driving a toy car.
Luke smiled again and took out a business card. On it was his private number II.
Stuffing the card into the cash slot, he said, "I've been transferred. I'm now with NYPD. You can call me if you need anything in the future."
Bell exclaimed, "Oh my god, you've been transferred to New York? When did that happen? Why didn't you contact me? I haven't changed my number … "
Luke quickly interrupted her. "It happened not long ago. I've only just settled down. I haven't officially started work for many days."
Hearing that, Bell didn't harp on the topic.
Work was always the most important thing.
Why did she have such a good impression of Luke? Wasn't it because he was young, handsome and generous?
They had only just met, but he had already paid a hundred dollars in advance to catch up with her.
With money to make and old friends to chat with, how could Bell not be happy?
In her happiness, Bell drove even slower.
Otherwise, with her driving skills and the performance of this modified car, she would be able to reach the Clinton area in ten minutes if she stepped on the accelerator.
"Why are you going to Hell's Kitchen?" After chatting for a while, she finally remembered.
Luke said, "My new home is over there."
Bell's hands couldn't help but shake, and the car swayed slightly. "What? Why are you living in such a crappy place? Hey, if you don't have enough money, you can come to our place. Someone's lease on the apartment you rented last time is almost up. I can get Jesse to postpone your rent for two months … "
Luke could only appreciate her enthusiasm. "Bell, I only gave you a hundred dollars for the cab fare."
Stumped for a moment, Bell couldn't help but slap her forehead. "Fine, I'm an idiot. You probably don't lack money, or you would've taken the subway or bus. "
Luke said, "But thank you for your concern. You don't have to worry. I'm a police officer. "
Bell was fine with the first half of the sentence, but his expression changed when he heard the second half. "Hey, it's because you're a police officer that I think it's dangerous for you to live there! The Irish, the Russians, the Mexicans, the bikers, they're not friendly to you cops. The patrolmen don't even dare go into Hell's Kitchen at night. "
Luke cocked his head and thought for a moment.
Irish gang? It seemed like they were all disabled.
Russian gang? After the explosion, there were basically no more.
Mexican cartels? The Angel of Death still had more than two tons of goods in his storage space. He had to find a time to throw them into the sea.
Biker gang? He didn't seem to have seen that ring recently.
"Bell, your report needs to be updated," he teased.
Bell was stunned. "Update what?"
Luke pointed at himself. "I have insider information. The people you mentioned have all disappeared."
Bell frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Right, I forgot. I heard that a lot of gangsters have died there recently. The gangs in Brooklyn and Queens are talking about it."
Luke said, "Oh? Are they planning to march into Hell's Kitchen? "
If that was the case, that would be great. He looked forward to it.
Bell shook her head quickly. "No, according to them, thousands of gangsters have died there recently. Hell's Kitchen has reopened, and the ingredients are gangsters. Only lunatics would dare go in. But I reckon that they'll have to die together to make up ten thousand. "
Luke was amused.
That was true.
As a chef, he had to be cautious and conscientious. He had to work hard to turn these leeks into his experience and credit points by simmering them over a small fire and stir-frying them over a large fire.
As they talked, the car arrived.
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"Call me when you need a car, okay?" Bell gestured for him to make a call.
Luke made an OK gesture. "Don't worry. I'll definitely call you if I have some extra money."
Bell rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile. That was the best thing about talking to someone who knew what was good for him.
Looking at Luke's back, she called out, "Come to my place for dinner in a few days. Jessie misses you too."
Looking at Luke's back, she called out, "Come to my place for dinner in a few days. Jessie misses you too."
What if he thinks I'm back to "steal" his "sweetheart?" What if he thinks I'm back to "steal" his "sweetheart?"
That would indeed be a test of a person's mental endurance.
When they arrived at the office, it was still very lively, but the long line from a few days ago was gone.
After entering the door, there was an African American girl and a Hispanic girl running around, holding all kinds of documents and information in her hands. She kept chattering to the clients in the office.
The black girl was the first to notice Luke. She stopped what she was doing and jogged over. "Are you here to apply for community service? Come with me. "
Stumped for a moment, Luke shook his head with a smile. "I'm here for Foggy and Matt."
The black girl didn't stop. She simply turned her head and said, "Only Mr. Foggy is here. Mr. Matt isn't here today."
Luke hummed an "oh" in response, completely expecting the answer.
If Lawyer Matt had been stronger, he would've gone home to lick his wounds by now.
If he had been a little more courageous, he would still be hiding in Luke's safe house.
"Then I'll go look for Foggy," he said casually as he walked to the office.
The black girl hurriedly called out, "Wait, Mr. Foggy is very busy. If you want to ask him for help, you'll have to line up first."
Her eyes were also quickly gesturing to the dozen or so people in the office.
Luke was amused. "But I'm not looking for him for business."
The black girl said helplessly, "You still have to line up. Otherwise …"
Listening to their conversation, everyone in the office eyed them covetously, as if wary of competitors.
There were always so many people fighting over free stuff. Luke chuckled inwardly.
He said, "Then can I look for Karen?"
The black girl said, "That's fine. I'll call her for you." She then ran into the office.
Soon, Karen came out and greeted him with a smile. "Luke, you're here?"
Luke nodded. "I'm here to see what's going on here."
Karen quickly nodded. "Let's talk inside. Foggy happened to be looking for you."
This time, the people in the office didn't react as much.
Although Karen was only the receptionist here, she was actually acting as a secretary.
A lot of people had to ask her for help with their applications, and nobody wanted to mess with her.
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