American drama of life

Chapter 70 The third round of duty, magic reality strikes

in the forest.

under the tree.

In front of the grave.

Jump up.

Luke suddenly felt that this Christie was not simple, but had a sense of humor. He didn't know if it was a character in an American sitcom that he hadn't seen in his previous life.

Then he felt much better about her.

Because as long as his feelings are right, it means she is a comedy character.

The characters in sitcoms generally have no characters who can’t be cleansed. No matter how much they gamble on drugs and alcohol, they can kill people and they can’t get rid of them.

Emmm.

Like a dream, it's that simple!
Although Luke scoffed at this, but living in such a world of American dramas, it was much better to meet such people who were forcibly distorted and whitewashed than those who had always been black.

"Are you sure it's a disco?"

Luke thought to himself, admiring the real tomb head dancing for a while, and then couldn't help complaining.

Christie's disco dancing posture is too weird, and her dancing is too stiff, the more awkward she looks.

"I can't dance, my mother didn't teach me."

Kristi stopped panting.

"Is this still worth teaching?"

Violent daughter Violet started to taunt unsurprisingly: "Look at me!"

Said, jumped up.

Christie jumped and jumped a few times after imitating her daughter, but she still didn't get used to it, and then she changed to a dance that she learned immediately without being taught by others...

"..."

Luke was stunned.

He knows that there are many strange things in American TV dramas, but the strange things like Christie often challenge his cognition of this concept.

It's enough to dance on the grave.

What's the matter with you jumping out of your old business from the grave?

Too hot for the eyes.

Emma's reaction also confirmed this, she took Luke with one hand and Violet with the other, and walked out directly.

Luke didn't resist, but couldn't help but secretly turned his head a few times, sighing in his heart: "This big tree is so straight~"

After Christie wantedonly realized her dream, she chased after her.

Luke drove them back to get the car, and left under Violet's wistful gaze.

"Tomorrow Friday, I have to go to work. You are still staying at the eldest sister's place for the next two days. I will rest on Saturday and Sunday. Let's discuss what to do next, how about it?"

Luke and Emma discussed.

"Ah."

Emma nodded.

That night.

Luke and Monica are getting more and more careful about their secret orgies.

The taste is beyond words.

The next day.

The third round of duty begins.

Fire Station 51.

"Damn it, this TV is completely broken!"

When I first arrived, I saw the old man Mu Qi clapping and shouting at the already blurred TV.

Before, I could barely put a few stations, but now it seems that it is completely scrapped.

"Hi, Mucci."

Luke changed his clothes and came over to say hello to him.

"You came just in time."

The old man Mu Qi was overjoyed when he saw Luke: "This TV is handed over to you. Whether you repair it or donate a new one, we still need a TV."

"Row."

Luke agreed without a second word.

How can I get a better foothold here without showing a little bit of ability.

And he will definitely not need to spend money by then.

Because the fire stations in American dramas can collect donations, usually a sign is erected outside the fire stations, and the community members who see them can donate if they are willing.

If it were a small city or a small place, the life of firefighters would be much harder, and some even depend on donations for their wages.

New York is a big city, which is much better.

And with Luke's condition, it's easier to raise donations.

All he had to worry about was that they weren't going to be like Kristi and Monica.

Ok.

Thinking of this, he decided not to wear a fire suit when he went out later.

"Is the matter settled?"

Vice captain Casey came over and asked a question.

"It's been dealt with, thank you, deputy captain."

Luke sincerely thanks.

The vice-captain didn't criticize him too much before, and he took the initiative to find someone to help him take over, which gave Luke some approval for the vice-captain.

The 51 fire station may have a lot of problems, but the way these people deal with people is quite comfortable.

"Ah."

Vice Captain Casey nodded and walked away.

As a leader, it is impossible to be one with his subordinates all the time.

The new shift officially begins.

After going through the crazy night of the full moon, the task load dropped all of a sudden, which made Luke and the others feel so relieved.

In a trance, it was already night.

"Hey, Luke, huh?"

While he was making dinner for the station, a man approached: "I'm Hadley."

"Hi."

Luke nodded while cooking.

He knew that the other party was a member of the third rescue team stationed at Fire Station 51.

"Is it your sister who came to cook for you on the night of the full moon?"

Hadley asked with a smile.

"Ah."

Luke glanced at him and reminded, "She was married."

"It doesn't matter, being married doesn't necessarily mean happiness."

Hadley said with a hippie smile.

Luke turned cold and ignored him.

Hadley narrowed his eyes, stared at Luke for a while, nodded, and turned to leave.

Luke looked at his back and sighed secretly.

As a newcomer, he shouldn't offend the old man.

But let's not say that he doesn't want his eldest sister to fall in love with a firefighter, it's just that Hadley gave him a bad first impression, let alone say this Cao Cao theory with a playful smile just now.

For the past two days, he secretly went to small class with Monica, and occasionally thought about the future plot of Friends in his past life. What he hates the most is people like Hadley!
"Accident! The 51st fire station sent out ladder trucks, ambulances, and the rescue team of the third unit."

The electric bell rang suddenly.

Luke turned off the fire and set off immediately.

The ladder car is the first to arrive almost every time.

"Joe, Mucci, Otis, Luke, go fix the car!"

After getting out of the car, the deputy captain, Casey, began to direct.

At the scene, two cars collided, and one was overturned on the side of the bridge, and there was a risk of falling at any time.

The four of Luke ran forward and quickly pressed the rear of the car to prevent the car from overturning. Inside the car was a father and son. The son was unconscious, and the father kept pleading.

Vice-captain Casey went to another car with a Harrigan crowbar. A NYPD patrolman was already there trying to open the door, but the car could not be opened because of deformation. Vice-Captain Casey easily opened it.

The driver was a young man, reeking of alcohol, and there were a lot of soda cans on the passenger seat, most of which had been opened, only a few hadn't.

"Give this bastard an alcohol test, there's alcohol here."

"Give it to me."

The NYPD patrol nods.

Seeing this, the deputy captain, Casey, immediately threw away and ran to Luke and the others to help fix the car and save people.

After the NYPD patrol and deputy captain Casey left, he immediately took away all the soda cans in the car and cleaned up the car. Then he was hooked by the neck of the young man who was driving drunk, and he helped the young man to leave with a smile on his face.

Before leaving, he took a nervous look here.

Luke, who was pressing on the rear of the car, was looking at them, seeing all of this, and met the eyes of the NYPD patrolman looking over.

(End of this chapter)