Their faces were ferocious, rude, vulgar, spittle flying everywhere, and they were touchy. This was a close-up of these parents.
Luke said a few words to the older sheriff, when two men glared at him. "Who are you? Are you a reporter? "
Luke smiled and took out his badge. "I'm in charge of the safety of this campsite. Do you need me to chase you to the road?"
The two men fell silent.
They had stopped next to the entrance of the campsite, which happened to be under Luke's jurisdiction.
The older sheriff gave Luke a "well done" look before he went over to make arrangements for the rest of the trip.
Otherwise, if two more of these people went missing, they would have to search the mountain again.
They hadn't sent anyone to search the mountain for the kids because the FBI had already issued a notice.
The six kids were confirmed dead. Naturally, the sheriff wouldn't waste his time. It was just that these parents weren't willing to give up.
Looking at the bickering people, Luke shook his head.
If they were so worried about the kids, why didn't they do it earlier? Allowing them to plant weeds and kill people wasn't something that could be explained away by a day or two of carelessness.
With his Sharp Nose, he sensed a familiar scent from these people.
Weeds! And processed weeds.
The smell was so strong that these people hadn't been exposed to it by chance.
Narrowing his eyes, Luke remembered that when he asked the kid who had been shot, the kid had said, "It's our job."
At that time, he had thought that the kids had divided the work among themselves, but it didn't seem to be the case now.
Sneering inwardly, Luke returned to the campsite, not intending to watch these people's clumsy performance.
Looking for kids? They were probably going to check out the weeds, weren't they?
Just after he went back, a few more cars drove over from the distance. They were all black SUVs.
A few minutes later, the SUVs stopped at the campsite, and Big Nick got out.
Looking at the middle school students inside, he cursed in a low voice, but still obediently threw away his cigarette and stepped on it before he walked into the campsite.
A moment later, Big Nick looked at Luke, who was drinking tea and basking in the sun by the lake, and found it funny.
He had notified Luke in the middle of the night, firstly because Lucas Barton wanted to use him as a scapegoat for the officer's murder.
Secondly, she wanted to repay Luke for helping her catch the robbers.
Big Nick wasn't a clean person, but he was very particular about this. He didn't feel comfortable owing Luke a favor.
The main reason was that Luke was too clean, as if he were a completely different kind of police officer.
Even if they weren't enemies, he subconsciously didn't want to owe Luke anything.
This mentality was similar to how bad students in school didn't want to owe good students favors.
In the end, not long after that night, the FBI sent a notice.
Six county police officers, including Lucas Barton, were attacked and killed by unknown assailants. Wade Davis was dead, as were the six children who had boarded the campsite.
Then … nothing happened to Luke.
Big Nick was not an obedient boy. Before he came, he had threatened the owner of the inn.
The tavern owner confessed everything without hesitation. He didn't want to care about the conflict between the county police and the young man anymore. He just wanted to live a peaceful life.
After listening to the shopkeeper's story, Big Beard Nick was silent for a long time before he drove off.
Just like that, Lucas Barton fell, and he didn't even have a chance to turn things around. Of course, the dead couldn't turn over.
The department that had come out to clean up the mess was actually the FBI.
This gave Big Beard Nick a new impression of Luke, which was why he had decided to meet Luke.
If they couldn't be hardcore friends, they shouldn't be enemies.
Thankfully, his call earlier hadn't been in vain.
Luke put down his teacup and looked at Big Beard Nick. He got up with a smile. "Let's go. There are too many students here."
The two of them walked around the lake and talked for a few minutes.
Nick had come over just to meet Luke and ask him about Lucabaddon.
Of course, Luke said that he didn't know anything about the case, but Big Beard Nick understood from his expression.
Even if Luke had been lucky, Nick didn't want to mess with someone who was lucky enough to kill Lucas Barton and the other five.
After they were done talking, Luke walked Big Beard Nick to the entrance of the campsite. After a brief hesitation, Big Beard Nick suddenly said, "If you need anything in Los Angeles County, you can look for me."
It was an obvious sign that they were friends.
To Nick's surprise, Luke nodded with a smile. "Okay, I have a favor to ask of you."
They stood near the entrance. Not far away, a bunch of parents had just finished arguing and decided to go on their way.
Luke said a few words, and both of them looked at the parents' car as it drove away.
Less than two minutes later, Big Beard Nick waved goodbye and jogged to the car. He opened the door and got in. He said, "Let's go, we have work to do. Keep up with the group that just left. "
As he spoke, he looked at Luke, who was still patrolling the campsite, and cursed in a low voice. "Sh * t! I've misjudged him. He's a smiling tiger. "
His subordinate couldn't help but ask, "What about Lucas Barton and the others?"
Big Beard Nick's expression changed. "Whatever the FBI says. Why else would you want to help them get revenge?"
The subordinate laughed dryly and didn't say anything else.
His meaning was obvious. Don't mess with this young man, or the next FBI announcement might be about your own death.
The county police had received reports that as many as fourteen people had died in this case (Stephen, the owner of the store, was confirmed to have been killed), including six officers. However, the media didn't report anything, and even the higher-ups of the county police didn't say anything.
Big Beard Nick and his men were used to cleaning up after people, which was why they had been sent here.
Their backer had explicitly told them to just take a look and not to investigate the case seriously.
"Asshole, why aren't you driving? Don't you want to have sex with that big ass black chick tonight? "Nick spat out the window and scolded his subordinates while lighting a cigarette for himself.
His subordinate smiled and started the car. "Boss, aren't we just here to put on a show?"
Big Beard Nick slapped him on the back of the head. "Drive."
After that, he lowered his voice and said, "Someone gave me accurate information. Those people just now were secretly planting weeds on the mountain, and they've been selling them for a long time."
His subordinate was stunned for a moment, before he was overjoyed. "Are we going to take care of them?"
Nick hummed in response, but still said, "Don't be too ruthless. I promised someone that I would send them to prison for a few years."
His subordinate chuckled. "Then we won't touch the weeds they've planted. But the rest … "
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