Usually, only when a police officer shot or killed a suspect, or when a serious psychological problem occurred, would their superior order them to receive counseling.
Not to mention the fact that John had been forced to take a leave of absence, this definitely wasn't a small matter.
"How many did you kill this time?" Luke asked subconsciously.
John was dissatisfied. "Nonsense, it's not that easy to die!"
But when he saw the "keep bragging" expression on Luke's face, he looked away awkwardly. "Two were seriously injured and three were slightly injured."
Luke: "… The two who were seriously injured are dying, right?"
John: "… They're still lying in the ICU. They might not be … dead, right?"
Luke: (̄ △ ̄!)
There was nothing else he could say. He took out some barbecue from the bag and stuffed it into John's hand. "I'll treat you to a good meal. Let's have a drink together tonight."
John wrinkled his nose and nodded. "Okay."
Although he felt that being ordered to go home and play by himself wasn't something that could be comforted by a takeaway, Luke wasn't his wife.
Besides, the takeaway smelled really good.
After seeing off this troublemaker, Luke sighed and walked into the office.
Dustin was already waiting for him inside.
The blinds of the office were not drawn or closed, and he had a clear view of the conversation between the two men at the door.
Although John looked unlucky, he was actually the "super force" that Dustin relied on the most in the Detective Bureau apart from Luke.
John's team and Luke's team were Dustin's two trump cards, one in the light and the other in the dark.
Dustin had never forgotten how Luke and John had killed more than fifty professional robbers in the Nakatomi Plaza robbery in Los Angeles without even communicating.
In that battle, John had been in the light and Luke had been in the dark. Not only were all the robbers wiped out, but only one of the hostages had died on his own. There were no casualties.
This proved that the two of them were perfect partners.
However, there was no need for two super thugs to work at the same time for most cases. It would be a waste to put them together.
In fact, Dustin felt that it was a waste for Selina to follow Luke.
Given Selina's abilities, she could totally set up another team and take in newcomers.
Even Luke had been brought up by her from a small town. Who would dare say that she wasn't capable?
Unfortunately, this was only a thought. Only the two of them could bring it up. He could not say it out loud.
Unlike Brad, Dustin was much more considerate to his subordinates and would never think purely from his own perspective.
This kind of personality was not good for promotion, but it was his nature, and he did not want to change it.
Enjoying Luke's delivery, he gestured for the door to close.
Luke closed the door and sat down on the couch. Dustin dropped the roasted goose leg he had eaten and wiped his mouth. "I was going to call you if you didn't come back."
Luke asked, "What big case?"
Dustin shook his head and looked outside to make sure that nobody was around, before he said in a low voice, "The commissioner's class will probably be over soon. Probably within this month."
Luke wasn't surprised, but was puzzled. "Does this have anything to do with us?"
After a brief silence, Dustin finally said, "Brad wants me to go somewhere else."
Luke asked, "A promotion or a transfer?"
Dustin said, "He asked me to apply to be the director of the 66th Precinct in Brooklyn."
Luke frowned. "What does he want?"
Most precinct directors were captains or Deputy Inspectors.
Inspector, so on the surface, this transfer was considered a flat transfer.
But moving from HQ to Brooklyn meant that his actual status and importance would be greatly reduced.
This kind of transfer was more like a way to suppress an opponent's subordinates, but it was Brad who had suggested it.
Dustin said, "He said that I don't have the experience of managing a low-level precinct, and that I have to make up for this shortcoming before I can be promoted in the future."
Luke sneered. "Is Brad retarded, or does he think you're retarded? How dare he give such a nonsensical reason? "
Dustin smiled bitterly. "Maybe he thinks that I'll agree like before."
Luke nodded in enlightenment. "Who did he make a deal with this time?"
Dustin said, "I'm not sure, but it's someone in the upper echelons of NYPD. He might even be connected to a certain senator."
Luke asked, "What do you think?"
This actually wasn't a big problem, but if Dustin didn't want to fight for it, it wouldn't be convenient for Luke to help.
Dustin spread his hands. "What can I think? Without someone to support me, I won't be able to stay in this position. "
Luke chuckled. "Boss, are you willing to give up on Brad now?"
Dustin smiled self-deprecatingly. "I treat him as a friend, but he doesn't have one now."
Actually, he had noticed a change in Brad after he arrived in New York.
It wasn't some arrogant gaffe, but a change from a police officer to a politician. Everything was about profit.
It wasn't an impulsive change, and it wasn't something that could be touched by a few words or old friendship.
He and Brad had been friends for so many years, and he didn't want to put profit first, so he couldn't say much, but they gradually drifted apart.
It was partly because of Luke's casual conversation with him.
It really wasn't easy for Luke to give a person psychological hints. Also, everything he said was based on facts, and definitely not groundless.
Dustin wasn't really stupid.
Luke was just digging up things that Dustin didn't want to dwell on in the past to solidify his impression, and his "loyalty" to Brad naturally dropped.
Dustin was a good boss, and Luke didn't want to change bosses casually.
Even if he could get his new boss to shut up, a boss who was considerate of him and a boss who was unhappy because he was forced to submit would have a huge impact on his work as a detective.
Luke's actions weren't completely in line with police regulations.
But Dustin didn't pursue the matter, and could even help him resist the pressure and refuse investigations from Internal Affairs. This was really very convenient.
The position of detective at HQ didn't look like much, but all of New York City was under his jurisdiction, and New York was the center of a series of major events.
Luke was wearing an official vest, and his position wasn't high. He could openly appear in any borough in New York without attracting attention.
The reason why his life was so peaceful now was because of this "Great Seclusion in the Imperial Court"!
The opposite was true for the tycoon.
Tony had Stark Industries to protect him, but could he do whatever he wanted? Of course not.
The higher one's position in American society, the more restrictions one had to bear.
Also, Jenny was now more and more powerful, but she had to follow more and more rules. But Luke didn't need to.
Because she was the boss of Titanium Phone Company, and he wasn't.
Thinking that, Luke smiled and said, "That's good. In any case, we're going to fall out, so why give up this position? If Brad wants it, he can just come and get it. "
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