Laybecker accepted the card and wasn't surprised to see that it only had a name and a phone number on it.
He had a deep impression of Luke.
Knocking out two armed criminals with a frying pan wasn't something anyone could do.
Not only had Luke saved Private Nash, but he had also released Laybecker from the freezer. Laybecker had to remember this favor.
Otherwise, if Laybecker hadn't been released, he would have frozen to death in the freezer himself.
He really had to thank this young man for being able to go on a killing spree tonight and even sink the submarine that contained the nuclear-tipped Tomahawk in one shot.
He nodded slightly to show that he accepted the invitation and left with the SEALs.
After Laybecker left, Flegg said to Luke, "Why are you here?"
He knew everything about Luke, and had even read some of the confidential files.
Logically speaking, Luke, a LAPD detective, shouldn't be here.
Luke gave her a helpless look. "It's a personal request."
Flegg looked at the three beauties not far behind him. "That blonde?" He felt that she was of a suitable age.
Luke shook his head. "It's that Sheerah singer. She offered me an irresistible price."
He didn't intend to keep it a secret.
Sheerah's payment would definitely go into the bank, and it wasn't illegal.
Flegg had a strange expression on his face. "Are you serious? A hundred thousand or two hundred thousand? "
A man who could capture a monster like Jason alive on his own definitely wouldn't be cheap if he was hired as a temporary security guard.
Luke rolled his eyes. "Ten thousand dollars for six hours. I don't even get that much in a month before taxes! "
Flegg grunted, speechless.
In that case, it was really hard to turn down ten thousand dollars.
Flegg's regular income was only a little more than ten thousand a month. He was tempted to make ten thousand in six hours.
Of course, after what had happened to Luke tonight, ten thousand was a bit of a loss.
He had other things to do, and the small talk was enough for him to confirm the basic situation. He simply said, "I'm busy. I'm leaving."
Luke nodded and didn't ask for his help.
This Flegg didn't owe him much, and wasn't as easy to talk to as Laybecker.
However, thanks to Sheerah and Tyler, as well as Laybecker's help, Luke and the others were sent back to the military airfield by helicopter twenty minutes later.
As soon as they got off the plane, the four of them were separated into four separate rooms for questioning.
Luke didn't panic when he saw the two people who came in with straight faces. Instead, he looked interested.
The way these two acted didn't seem like they were from the military, nor did they seem like they were from the FBI. They seemed more like … the CIA?
Luke didn't need to show off his acting skills or pretend to be an ignorant young man when it came to these professionals.
That way, when people took out his file and looked at it, they would suspect that there was something wrong with him.
The two of them did not introduce themselves and only said that they were investigators. Then, they began to interrogate him repeatedly.
Luke was already familiar with such questions.
Many of the people he killed were professionals.
The more complicated a lie was, the more thinking it required, and the more loopholes there were.
It was basically impossible to tell the specific details as if they were the truth.
But it wasn't hard for Luke to simplify a process and convince himself that it was the truth.
After a while, the person who rarely spoke suddenly asked, "Detective Luke Coulson, as the best detective in the LAPD, do you think it makes sense that you have such a vague memory of what happened on the deck?"
Luke smiled and scratched his head in embarrassment. "Well … I prefer to use my own hands."
The two investigators looked at each other in bewilderment. It wasn't until a moment later that they realized what Luke meant was that he didn't like to use his brain?
They couldn't help but look at the profile of the man who had just been pulled out.
Hmm, kill, kill, kill …
Fine! Detective Luke had earned most of his credit by killing gangsters in several major cases.
Of course, it would be nonsense to assume that this young detective was brainless.
But he didn't necessarily need to use his brain. In any case, with his marksmanship, fighting skills, guts, and unscrupulous hands, he could simply kill all the gangsters and solve the case!
There was nothing wrong with that! … As if!
This guy had an astonishing rate of solving cases. How could he solve cases so quickly if he didn't have a brain?
The person who rarely spoke spoke again. "But your rate of solving cases is the highest in Westside's Major Crimes Division. How did you do it?"
Luke had a strange expression on his face. "Intuition."
The two investigators were lost for words. Are you messing with us?
Luke, however, was still smiling warmly. "Just like right now, I know that you came here overnight. And this … "
He looked at the investigator who had asked the question. "You were in such a hurry that you didn't even have time to pull up your pants before you came on a mission."
Alarmed, the man subconsciously touched his crotch, only to find that it was unzipped. Embarrassed, he moved his hand up and down between his legs to end the awkward conversation.
Luke then looked at the person who rarely spoke. "And this gentleman, you were woken up in your sleep, and you even buttoned your shirt wrong."
The man subconsciously lowered his head and awkwardly covered his suit jacket.
This was an urgent mission. He had been woken up in the middle of the night, and had been putting on his clothes as he left the house. He hadn't had time to check his buttons.
Luke spread his hands. "However, I didn't notice this because I was careful. It's just that my eyesight is more sensitive. That's my talent. It's not surprising that I was able to use this talent to solve cases. As a matter of fact, I've never been good at using my brain for logical reasoning. Rather than using my brain, I'm more suited to using my hands. "
The two investigators were silent.
Luke's situation wasn't unusual; he was one of those talented players.
It was hard to say when it came to talent.
As elite investigators, they had seen a lot of strange people and things, and Luke's situation wasn't unusual.
But these two were professionals, and Luke wouldn't let them off so easily.
The person who rarely asked questions asked again, "Then why didn't you do anything this time? You said that you only knocked out two armed criminals and didn't fire a single shot or kill a single person. Is that possible? "
Luke spread his hands. "I usually have tens of thousands of LAPD officers backing me up when I carry out missions. I'm alone on this warship, and I have to worry about the safety of the three women. How would I dare attract the criminals' attention? Do I look like such a stupid person to you? "
The two of them were lost for words.
Of course, home and away games had an impact on the battle, not to mention the fact that there were three burdens with them.
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