That being said, Jessica couldn't help but pick up another spicy strip and put it in her mouth. She chewed and mumbled, "It tastes … okay! But why is it so spicy? "
Her stomach was rumbling with hunger, so she quickly finished the two bags of snacks. After washing her hands, she decided to go out for a proper lunch and go out to bask in the sun.
It was a rare day in New York.
The faint golden sunlight shone through the window and warmed the cold air a little.
A moment later, Jessica, who had put on her coat, had the lollipop in her mouth. She searched for the change on her body and walked towards the shiny door.
Suddenly, she was stunned — there was a piece of paper on the door.
There was only one simple sentence on the big piece of paper: "According to the agreement, a freezer was damaged in the morgue last night. The estimated repair cost is 5,000 dollars."
Looking at the dazzling $5,000, Jessica swallowed and took her hand out of her pocket. There were only a few bills in her hand: two tens and three ones.
"Are you kidding me? How can it be so expensive? You're robbing me! "An annoyed shout rang out at the door.
There was suddenly an angry roar from upstairs. "Are you crazy this early in the morning? If you're afraid of being poor, why don't you go out and rob?"
"B * tch, I'll rob your house if you keep talking!" Jessica roared at the top of her head.
Upstairs: "Come on, if you don't rob me, you're a son of a b * tch."
But Jessica was no longer in the mood to argue with the lunatic upstairs. Staring blankly at the piece of paper, she tore it off, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it to the side. "I didn't see it. I didn't see anything."
She was so poor that she was almost eating dirt. How could she have that much money?
Illusion. Everything last night was an illusion!
Comforting herself like this, she slipped out of the door.
…
On the other side, Luke and Selina went out after breakfast to visit some of the police officers who had handled the melee in Tripartite Park, but they didn't seem willing to talk about it.
Luke and Selina didn't really care, but the phone records of these people were already under surveillance.
When they returned home in the afternoon, Selina curled her lip when she saw the records. "There's probably no running. Three of them contacted their old boss, Ms. Reyes, the current chief district attorney. "
Luke smacked his lips. "Maybe we're going to have a small conflict with this DA."
Selina said, "She might not have the guts to stand out, right? We're investigating the attack on the Irish gang. She's not the only one involved in this case. "
As he spoke, Dustin's call came.
Picking up the phone, Dustin went straight to the point. "Luke, what case are you investigating? You actually pissed off Chief District Attorney Reyes?"
Luke chuckled. "She went to your place?"
Dustin said, "She called me and asked me to keep my men in check and not interfere with her business or disrupt her plans."
Luke was amused. "Yo, does she still think she's a bigshot of NYPD?"
Dustin smiled as well, clearly not taking Ms. Reyes seriously. "It can't be helped. She used to be a superintendent, and has a lot of connections in HQ. Cut the crap and tell me the reason. "
Luke said, "It's the Irish gang case. We suspect that it's related to an arrest she led more than a year ago. There was probably a mistake in that arrest, and a family of passersby died and one was injured."
Hearing that, Dustin pondered for a moment before he said, "No wonder. There's been some rumors recently that she's going to run for city councilor. "
Luke was enlightened. "Is she afraid that we'll dig up her dark history?"
Dustin said, "That's highly likely. What do you think? "
Luke thought for a moment and chuckled. "It's fine. It's fine as long as we don't investigate this case. It's not like you're running for city councilor."
Dustin scolded him with a smile. "Get lost. Why would a poor man like me run for city councilor? Reyes is almost there now, which is why she's so nervous."
Luke said, "Everyone has to have dreams. Who knows, they might come true one day. I have high hopes for you, boss. "
Dustin couldn't help but laugh. He cursed him before hanging up.
Selina glanced at him. "You're definitely up to no good."
Luke didn't think much of it. "After all, he's the chief district attorney. It's best if we don't provoke such a big shot, or he'll make life difficult for us."
Selina still stared at Luke with a "I'll just watch you talk nonsense" expression on her face.
Luke said helplessly, "Fine, we have to work quietly. Don't shoot."
Selina finally looked away. "I knew it …"
Luke shrugged. "We just got here. It's not considerate of the boss to help us take on the chief district attorney. Let's just treat it as a private job."
Selina was intrigued. "Then, shall we go to her house tonight?"
Luke thought for a moment and said, "That doesn't seem impossible."
No matter how much other people said, it would be better to let the chief district attorney say it himself.
He had to be careful, and it would be best if even Reyes himself didn't know about it.
With that in mind, the two of them returned home.
Night fell. After dinner, Luke looked at the files that Little Snail had sorted out today and called Foggy to check on D.A. Reyes. "How's the Grote case?"
Foggy lowered his voice. "I don't think it's good."
Luke asked, "Huh? What's going on? "
After a brief hesitation, Foggy said, "Reyes wants Grote to be bait to lure out a man named Edgar Blas, who's an important leader of the Mexican cartel."
Luke frowned. "Did you agree?"
Foggy smiled bitterly. "I had no choice. Grote isn't a good person. He might spend twenty years in jail."
Luke wasn't surprised. Grote was scum. "Don't get involved. Just stay away."
After a brief silence, Foggy said, "I'm with Reyes now. The arrest operation she planned has already begun."
Luke was stunned. "So soon?"
Foggy said, "She's in a hurry."
Luke nodded, deep in thought. "Alright. Reyes is commanding the operation, right? Then be careful and don't run around. "
Foggy said, "Got it. Thank you."
Luke hung up the phone and got up. "Little Snail, where is this phone?"
Little Snail said, "Near the docks, 2.3 kilometers to the north."
Luke said, "If Selina asks, tell her I'm out for a while."
"Okay, sir," Little Snail said.
Two minutes later, Luke quietly left the house through the underground exit.
Gliding and jumping on the roofs, he quickly approached the docks.
The drone had already taken off and locked onto the location of the police operatives.
These people were all wearing walkie-talkies, so it wasn't hard to find them.
Looking at the tags on them, Luke frowned.
It was the ESU (Tactical Operations Division), which was the same concept as SWAT in Los Angeles.
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