Volume 1: First Arrival Chapter 009 Poor Performance
"Please. Please. Please!"
The pear blossoms are wet with rain, and I feel pity for them.
The woman held Kirk's hands tightly. Her slender wrists seemed like they could break with a slight bend, and her thin figure seemed like it could be blown away by the wind. Her tearful eyes placed the weight of all her hopes on Kirk.
One can even feel the hustle and bustle of attention being focused on them, but the hurried footsteps do not stop, the crowd continues to surge, and no matter how thrilling the story is, it cannot stop the office workers from going to work.
It seems that Kirk is the last straw.
But see——
Kirk took a small step forward, shortened the distance a little, leaned close to the woman's ear, and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"If they were professional scammers, shouldn't they be more professional and not be exposed so easily?"
"Wha…what? What did you say?"
"Heh. There are so many loopholes. Where should I start?"
Kirk, pondering for a moment, looked serious, as if he were struggling with a word puzzle.
"Chanel? Do you think I'm a tourist? No one carries Chanel on the subway in New York."
"And, thesis? What century are you living in? Who prints out a thesis and carries it around with them? And stuffs it in a handbag?"
"The robbers gave up a more convenient escape route and went around to shoot me in front of me."
"From the moment you appeared on the scene, your eyes were fixed on my position. You were not looking for the robbers at all."
"Also, I'm not sure if your script was ripped off from a Colombian soap opera, but you really don't have to ask for help so affectionately, with your hair tossing and your eyes winking, all in a coquettish way. The only thing missing is a Spanish rap."
"What about the character settings?"
"My friend! A good story needs a convincing character setting. Is it a poor student who studies hard and makes progress every day, or a vain and uneducated young girl? Your character setting is so crude that it can scratch your face directly. It's really unprofessional."
I am so disappointed in you!
He was so frustrated and depressed, and looked so gentle and persuasive, but he was just about to pound the wall with tears in his eyes.
There was a sudden and violent crackling sound, which hit the woman on the head. She was dizzy and her brain was completely unable to react for a moment.
Kirk shook his head slightly, looking heartbroken and helpless, then gritted his teeth, as if he had finally made a difficult decision after a brief struggle.
"Forget it, forget it. Give me a little reward and I will reluctantly write a script for you."
The woman in front of me had a face full of questions: Who am I? Where am I? What are we doing?
Confused and dazed, the woman nodded subconsciously. Given the atmosphere at the scene, it seemed that nodding was the right choice.
It seems that the next step is to empty your pockets, and maybe even all your family assets will be used up.
But fortunately, Kirk had no such intention. The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing eight neat and white teeth. Then he changed the subject and the whole atmosphere took a 180-degree turn, turning comedy into suspense in seconds.
"By the way, the man who is approaching from behind to my right, is he aiming at my wallet?"
Keep your eyes on all directions and your ears alert to all directions——
This is the ability I gained after coming to New York.
Originally, Kirk's professional skill was to be extremely sensitive to details, and now it has to be taken to a higher level. Not only the details, but also his capture of the world and his intuition are clearer.
Of course, this has both advantages and disadvantages. There is too much huge and overwhelming information, and sometimes he just wants to close his eyes and relax. He has not yet been able to properly filter out valid and invalid information, and a huge amount of details are pouring in.
However, like just now, watching a live performance of a scam up close is a rare and real experience.
Kirk not only noticed the figure approaching against the current from the diagonal rear from the flow of people, but also noticed the homeless man in the corner over the woman's shoulder.
Due to the deviation in the speed of the crowd moving forward and stopping, the gaps between the surging crowd became sparse. Inadvertently, you could see the homeless man sitting cross-legged on the ground smoking. The fleeting picture captured some vague information, but before you could further refine it, you were blocked by the crowd again.
There are still things that need to be dealt with.
Then.
Kirk could notice that the woman in front of him finally came to her senses.
After nodding his head obediently to confirm the answer, fear and panic gripped his heart. Only then did he realize what had happened and his face was filled with shock.
Hold your breath.
It can be clearly seen that the woman pressed the pause button, as if shutting down and restarting the computer, and she managed to regain her composure in the strong wind and waves, and her smile rose again.
Although he was still in shock, one could also feel his calmness in the crisis. The smile he showed again was completely different from the previous one. It did not have the innocent clarity, but a hint of evil and charm in his eyes, as if he was Lucifer spreading his black wings and falling from heaven to hell.
She did not retreat but advanced.
She stood on tiptoe, got close to Kirk's ear, and blew gently. The breath was as fragrant as orchid, a little itchy and a little warm, and she spoke softly.
"So, if I yell molest right now, what do you think will happen?"
The devil whispers.
The atmosphere stagnated slightly.
The situation was reversed. From the corner of her eye, she could see the corners of her mouth slightly raised, unable to hide her pride. It was obvious that this was her trump card.
It works every time.
No matter how embarrassing, passive or bad the situation is, it can be turned around.
What's more, she is not fighting alone. She trusts her support and does not need to panic.
But!
Today things seem a little different.
Looking at the man in front of her, she tried to distance herself from him and take the initiative. She believed that they could still escape unscathed and even snatch the man's wallet. However, she could not find any emotion in the man's eyes.
Or angry, excited, aggrieved, greedy, fierce, nervous or anxious.
No. Nothing.
Calm and peaceful.
That calmness is unsettling.
Following right on!
Huh.
Kirk grabbed the woman's wrist and could clearly hear her gasp. Then he shortened the distance again.
Kirk pulled open the hem of his coat with his left hand, revealing the police badge on his waist.
Fake.
For private detectives, the most important thing is a variety of documents to conceal their identity. From NYPD to FBI to ICE, they have everything. I never thought that they would come in handy in such a way today.
"Oh. I think you might need to go to the police station with me then."
The woman was slightly stunned, and you could clearly see the curve of her mouth stiffening little by little , and the panic and fear in her eyes could no longer be concealed.
The situation reversed again.
However, Kirk wasn't ready to go any further. After all, he had real work to do this morning and he didn't have time to play the role of a good citizen.
Just as Kirk was about to release his right hand, the woman in front of him made another sudden move.
Stand on tiptoe.
Close.
Without warning, the woman kissed Kirk on the cheek.
Boo!
A brief touch.
The next second, the woman bumped Kirk with her shoulder and easily broke free from Kirk's right hand, which was about to let go.
She didn't think much about it and thought that Kirk had fallen into a trap and she had finally turned the tables. There was no sweet or pitiful expression on her face anymore. As she retreated continuously, she gave Kirk a big smile, like a blooming hibiscus, and then she shouted loudly.
"Cop!"
