Obviously, Elsa's plan was that she and Luke would stop the robbers and hand the loot over to NYPD when the situation was right.
However, wouldn't that be a slap in the face for NYPD?
They were here to help NYPD with the case, and it would be a huge mistake for NYPD to clean up after they took care of NYPD's case.
Elsa, on the other hand, was obviously tempted.
She was a very ambitious woman, and her desire for control was even stronger.
After being ignored by NYPD for a week, she was already tired of it.
If it were any other time, she would've had to put up with it.
But now, Luke had found a great bargaining chip for her, and it was very likely that LAPD would be able to take back control of Sergei's case. How could she not be tempted?
Elsa chuckled. "Do you think I'm like you? We've learned a thing or two about what happened in Houston. Do you still remember how you got into trouble with your former boss? "
Luke chuckled and smiled bitterly. "I didn't do it on purpose. How could I just stand there and let the criminals beat me to death when the case came to me?"
Elsa chuckled. "That's right. You're not wrong, and I'm not one to make mistakes. I'll talk to Dustin about it. If he doesn't agree, we'll just be bystanders. If he agrees, what are you afraid of? Can NYPD order our director to fire you if they don't like you? "
Luke immediately got it.
Elsa hadn't secretly taken care of the case; Dustin had asked the director for permission.
If the director agreed, they would only be demoted on the surface even if they didn't do a good job. They would be promoted after a while.
That was how American police departments protected their own people.
Even if their own people were forced to be transferred, they would be transferred back when things blew over.
If they didn't do that, the officers wouldn't work for the higher-ups.
Thinking that, Luke tacitly agreed to Elsa's proposal and watched her make the call.
It was different from what he had done in Houston.
As long as the Westside Precinct agreed, they would be fighting for LAPD's interests, and both the director and Dustin would have to support them.
After lunch, Elsa finally received Dustin's approval. "Yes. Keep an eye on the bank robbers and get ready to make a move. The chief is already negotiating with them. Once there's a confirmation, I'll inform you immediately. "
Elsa said excitedly, "Okay, boss. Thank you. "
Dustin chuckled. "Why are you thanking me? This is official business, so of course I have to cooperate with you. Do a good job this time and don't let me down. "
Elsa: "Yes, boss."
She hung up and looked at Luke, who was bored to death. "Why are you still slacking off? Get up quickly and keep an eye on those long-legged women. "
Luke: "What about you?"
Elsa said, "Of course I have to be here, or Berit will be suspicious. I'll go with you to stop them when you're sure that they're retreating. "
Luke said, "I have another question."
Elsa said, "Speak."
Luke said, "Don't forget that those women are very good drivers. You're not going to ask me to chase them on a secondhand bike if they run, are you? They're super racers who ran circles around thirty police cars in New York City. "
Elsa frowned. "What are you getting at?"
Luke chuckled. "Find out what happened to Bell's car. I noticed that it was missing yesterday, and that she was with an NYPD officer."
Elsa asked, "Are you really interested in her? I'll tell Jessie. "
Luke rolled his eyes. "Forget it. Jessie's eyes told me that there's something going on between us this morning!"
Elsa was infuriated. "Get lost!"
Luke shrugged and left on his bike.
Now that Elsa was going to intervene in the case, he had to make some preparations.
He didn't care about the long-legged women, but he couldn't let the money go.
It was better to buy more things to deal with the car.
As for helping Bell, it was only because she was a nice person.
If he pinned all his hopes on a taxi driver, his Super Detective System would be wasted.
He went to the secondhand electronics store again and bought a bunch of cheap stuff from the black boss.
Looking at the boss, Luke couldn't help but ask, "Do you … have a long-lost brother? I feel like I've seen you somewhere before. "
The black boss snorted and glared at him in a frightening manner. "Kid, are you mocking me in your heart? Are you calling me a nigger? I hate racist people like you the most. I'm making money with my own abilities. Why are you looking down on me? "
Luke hummed and gestured at the dollar in his hand. "If I'm looking down on you, why would I come all the way to buy things from you? I'm not mocking you. I just think you look familiar. Also, you can't discriminate against me just because I'm white. "
The black boss was stunned. "What? EXme？！ I'm discriminating against you? "
Luke spread his hands. "Just because I'm white and you look familiar, you accuse me of being racist when I ask you a question. Aren't you discriminating against me?"
The boss was a little dizzy. A moment later, he said angrily, "There are 237 dollars in total. I'll charge you 240 dollars. Pay up!"
Luke: "… You win!" As he spoke, he counted out 240 US dollars and slapped it on the counter. Then, he walked out the door with his belongings.
The black boss put away the money angrily, took off his tortoiseshell glasses and wiped them. "You're the one who has a long-lost brother! I'm the only boy in my family. Do I look like my sister? "
Well, both of his sisters were now heavyweights who weighed more than 200 pounds. He didn't want to become like that at all.
After Luke left the secondhand store, he didn't think too much about the black boss. He had only asked casually.
He returned to the apartment and sniffed the garage again. Bell's cab was still gone.
Luke thought for a moment, then called her. "Hey, Bell, where's your baby? … Your sweetheart complained this morning that you didn't care about him anymore. … You're telling him to die? I'll tell Jesse later. … Is there no need? Okay, Bell, I might have to chase a bunch of people in a day or two. So, where is your car? Uh, at the Queens Transit Authority? … I'll ask for you. By the way, when I saw your sweetheart this morning, his face was as black as sh * t. "
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