However, Martin's hometown was in El Paso, further south in Shackelford, near the Mexican border, which was famous for being a chaotic place.
Thus, while Martin didn't have the protection of Daddy System like Luke, he was also skilled at killing people.
That was all Palmer could say. She couldn't blame Luke for taking care of his colleagues, could she?
Palmer took them to the room next to the interrogation room. The two DEA agents glanced at them but didn't say anything.
It was Luke and Selina who had handed them over. Luke and Selina were on the same side today.
The interrogation lasted an hour.
Luke watched from the observation room next door with a calm expression, and Selina was the same as usual.
Starting from the Carlos Family, the two of them had no sympathy for drug dealers at all.
These two gunmen happened to be the backbone of a certain drug dealer gang.
If it weren't for the information that they knew, Luke would've blown up their heads on the spot.
Palmer came out tiredly. She smiled apologetically at Luke and Selina. "I didn't scare you just now, did I?"
Luke grinned and gave her a thumbs-up. "I like your efficiency."
Palmer nodded with a smile. "The creator is probably hiding in Wilburn Consulting."
As she spoke, she took out a file and flipped to a page. "Stafford White, legal representative and CEO of the company."
Luke looked at her. "Are you going to do it, or shall we?"
Palmer pondered for a moment. "If it's possible, can you let me …" She looked a little embarrassed.
Luke raised his hand. "No problem. Remember, you owe me a favor. "
Stunned for a moment, Palmer smiled bitterly. "Okay."
For someone like her, a favor was the last thing she wanted to owe.
For the same reason, Luke didn't want to owe anyone a favor either.
That was because a favor like that would have to be repaid even if it was against the rules, or his character would be ruined.
Luke smiled. "Don't worry, I won't keep it for long."
Palmer nodded, lost for words.
Luke said, "But like I said, we're going to follow them. We won't get involved in anything else until we find the mastermind behind this. "
Palmer rolled her eyes. "Then I'll have to give you a discount on this favor."
Luke nodded decisively. "No problem." In any case, this favor wasn't for him, so he didn't really care.
They drove to Stafford White's residence.
Twenty minutes later, three cars and five people arrived at a high-end apartment building.
After they entered, Palmer showed her police badge to the manager and security guard, and everybody waited for the elevator.
At night, there were few people in the 18-story apartment building.
As the elevator descended, Luke's nose twitched, and he quietly tapped Selina's arm a few times in a rhythmic manner.
Selina instantly understood and exclaimed, "Oh, I should've gone to the bathroom just now. You guys go up first, don't wait for me. "
As she spoke, she walked to the manager with an awkward expression. "Excuse me, is there a bathroom here?"
The manager was stunned and hesitated for a moment. "I'm sorry, there's no public bathroom here."
Selina's expression became even more awkward. "Can I borrow your bathroom?"
The administrator exclaimed in surprise, but he didn't agree immediately.
He didn't notice that while Selina was talking to him, Luke had already stepped forward and said, "Palmer, how about we have dinner together after we're done? I have a bottle of 1982 Lafite. "
Palmer was stumped for a moment, but then her expression returned to normal. "That's impossible. How can you afford that? "
Luke leaned closer with a cheeky smile. "Maybe it's a 2002. I've never been very sensitive about numbers."
Behind them, the other two DEA agents looked at each other. What are you doing? Isn't it a bad idea to abuse your power in the middle of a mission?
At that moment, the elevator beeped and slowly opened.
Luke, on the other hand, had already taken the opportunity to sneak up behind Palmer. He suddenly hugged the beauty and rolled away.
Pu! Pu! Pu!
Just as the elevator door opened, the two shooters inside opened fire with their Uzi.
At the same time, the manager's expression changed. With a ferocious expression, he took out a gun from under his armpit and aimed it at Selina.
Selina seemed to have been attracted by the sound of the elevator door opening. She turned around and looked completely defenseless.
However, just as the manager was about to draw his gun, Selina suddenly pushed herself off the counter and flew up. She lay on the reception desk, her legs slanted upwards, pierced through the manager's armpits, and clamped down on his neck.
She grabbed the manager's right arm, which was holding the gun, and pulled and twisted with her legs.
Crack!
The manager wailed.
Selina, however, didn't show any mercy. She fiercely twisted her wrists.
Crack! This time, the manager was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream. He held his breath helplessly with his mouth wide open.
The gun in his hand also fell onto Selina's body. She casually swept it away and it flew to a corner.
Selina then took out her gun and smashed the manager's forehead with the butt of the gun to knock him out. She then rolled over and hid behind the counter.
On the other side, Luke rolled away with Palmer in his arms. He looked like he was in a sorry state, but he quickly hid behind a corner of the stairs seven or eight meters away.
His movements were strange and fast, and the two shooters with Uzi couldn't follow him. The bullets could only follow him and hit the empty space behind them.
Hiding in the corner, Luke tossed Palmer behind him and drew the Glock from under his armpit. He raised his hand and waited for a few seconds.
Pa! Pa!
Pa! The two shooters who had just emerged from the second floor screamed and rolled down.
Luke didn't even bother to look at them. He pulled the trigger again when they crashed into the corner of the upper floor.
Pa! Pa!
The two shooters immediately stopped screaming.
Finally, Luke looked at Palmer and gestured for her to stay on guard upstairs.
This great beauty was also not a pure vase, although her appearance was enough to be a super beautiful vase.
When Luke killed the two shooters who came down from upstairs, she had already taken out her gun.
It was a Beretta 92FS, which was both expensive and beautiful.
Luke was very satisfied to see how calm the beautiful agent was. He pretended to touch his pocket with his left hand, and a mirror appeared in his hand.
Of course, he had better things, but with Palmer right behind him, it wouldn't be good to reveal his trump card if he used too much technology.
In fact, even the mirror was just a cover.
The moment he extended the mirror in his left hand, he stuck out the muzzle of the Glock in his right hand.
Pa!
"Ah!" With a scream, one of the approaching gunmen was shot twice and fell to the ground.
Luke's expression didn't change as he adjusted the muzzle slightly.
Pa!
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