As it turned out, the brats had been misled by the bloody coat that Annie had left behind, and had followed the path here.
They were more familiar with the area, and knew that this was the only place that had people apart from the inn.
They had searched the inn and found traces of Steve and Jenny leaving. Coupled with the bloody coat's direction, they had come to this villa.
After discovering Wade and Davis, they were flustered and furious, and believed that Wade had hidden Steve and Jenny.
Not only had Steve discovered the weed that they had secretly planted, they had also stabbed him one by one and left him seriously injured.
They couldn't let Steve and Jenny go.
So, they tied Wade up and interrogated him.
What happened to Steve happened to Wade, too.
After Luke was done, the brat asked absentmindedly, "Can you take me to the hospital? I … I feel so cold. "
Luke sighed and shook his head. "There's no need. You won't make it to the hospital."
The brat was at a loss. "Huh?"
Luke said, "You're bleeding a lot, and it'll take at least an hour to get to the hospital."
Despair flashed in the brat's eyes. "Help, help me! Please, please. "
After a brief silence, Luke asked, "When you tied them up and cut them up, they wanted to live, didn't they?"
The brat was panicked. "No, we didn't do it on purpose. We were just … just scared …"
Luke sighed and stood up. "Remember to be a good boy in your next life."
At that moment, the brat stopped breathing.
"So, you really won't live that long," Luke murmured as he looked at the brat's body.
From the questioning just now, Luke had already confirmed that these brats were trying to silence him.
They had set up a weed plantation nearby, which was why they often came here to camp.
In fact, they would regularly harvest the weed and sell it.
Steve and Jenny had broken into their weed farm because they had asked for a car.
In other words, these brats were already weed dealers.
The fact that Luke didn't kill them himself was already … giving Jason face.
Of the other two brats who had been shot, one was hit in the head and died on the spot.
The other one was even more seriously injured, and wasn't breathing when Luke came in.
So, there was no one alive here.
After figuring out what had happened, Luke got up and went out to clean up the scene in the woods, before he returned to Eden Lake Camp.
Sitting on the porch of the cabin, he drank a cup of hot coffee that he had just made in the kitchen and looked at the rope that moved every now and then.
The forest was as dark as ink, and lightning flashed across the night sky every now and then, but Luke was calm.
Two hours later, a few bright headlights cut through the curtain of rain and quickly approached the wooden house.
Luke got up and returned to the cabin.
Several people got out of the four black SUVs, and one out, and one out, out.
Luke got out and said, "Detective" with the door out.
The man in the black uniform entered the room and observed Luke for a long time before he took out his ID and said, "FBI. We've been notified to take over the 'target' you've discovered."
Luke accepted the IDs and examined them carefully, only to discover that they weren't from the FBI's 17th Division, but a branch called the Joint Advanced Research Unit.
He handed back the ID. "Agent Flegg, he's right outside. I've tied him up with steel cables."
Luke nodded and said, "Agent Flegg, he's right outside. I've tied him up with a rope."
Luke nodded and reminded them, "Be careful. Regular guns are basically useless against him. I can only trap him with a steel cable."
Flegg smiled confidently. "Don't worry, Detective Luke. We're professionals."
I thought that it was still the 17th Division that was coming, since they're more experienced in dealing with these things. " I thought it would be the 17th division this time since they are more experienced in dealing with this kind of thing. "
Luke was still smiling. "That's right. I've worked with Captain Wales twice before. He's a good guy."
Flegg's smile faded. "That's right. I've worked with Captain Wales twice before. He's a good guy."
Flegg's smile faded. He stared at Luke for a moment before he said, "In that case, it'll be much easier."
He took out a document from his backpack. "Confidentiality agreement. You know what this is, right?"
Luke took it out and skimmed through it. It was pretty much the same as the S.H.I.E.L.D. agreements he had signed before, and there was nothing special about it.
He took out a pen, signed his name on it, and gave it back. "The crime took place in a villa behind that hill on the other side of the lake. The victims included a couple of kids who were camping and a few Los Angeles County officers. Also, a fugitive who was suspected of killing an officer was killed by that thing outside. I need the information on the fugitive's death to close the case. Is that okay? "
Flegg put away the document and said casually, "We'll take over the investigation. I'll send you a case report in a few days. "
Then, he remembered that the young detective had mentioned the 17th Division and Captain Wales.
After a brief pause, Flegg added, "According to the report, the victims here were all killed by criminals of unknown origins. Do you understand?"
Luke nodded with a smile.
Everything would be based on that notice. What was mentioned in the notice was the official conclusion.
He didn't really care about the follow-up; he just needed to close the case on the officer's murder.
The key was that he wanted to spread the news of Wade Davis's death.
He didn't know how long Wolf Elsworth's real estate company would be able to survive.
Luke was looking forward to that.
An hour later, Luke returned to the motel near the hospital in his pickup.
Getting out of the car and going upstairs, he glanced at the surprised motel owner and smiled at him.
The motel owner shivered and felt a little creeped out.
After Luke went upstairs, the motel owner hesitated for a moment before he dialed a number, but … nobody answered.
Anxious, he thought nervously for a moment, before he called the police. "Hello, I have a suspect here …"
A few minutes later, the motel owner put down the phone in a daze, and the operator's reply echoed in his head. "… You don't have any records of the county officers on duty. Please don't make any more nuisance calls. This is an emergency line. If you occupy it again, we'll record it and send you a ticket. "
The motel owner: "…"
Recalling the faint smile on Luke's face when he went upstairs, he felt that he had gotten himself involved in something dangerous.
Luke returned to his room and knocked on the door. "Annie, it's me."
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