Luke waved his hand. "No need. In any case, I'm only targeting the gangsters. Whatever the mercenary wants to do or does, it's none of my business. "
Elsa thought for a moment, then nodded. "You know what you're doing. Don't meddle in everything."
Luke nodded with a smile.
Selina covered her hand with the cake, and finally didn't reveal her strange expression.
What? Meddle?
Luke did know what he was doing, and he didn't need to meddle anymore.
After that, Luke got up and left with Selina.
At that moment, he saw the door to Dustin's office open diagonally across the street.
Martin and Roger walked out of the room.
Martin's face was relatively calm, much better than before.
Perhaps seeing the enemy who killed his wife and son die in front of him, even if he didn't do it himself, was enough to give him the peace he hadn't felt in a long time.
The dead would pass, and the living would continue. That was life.
Roger's face was darker. It wasn't just because of his skin color, but because of bad luck.
Luke turned his head and asked, "Boss, why are Martin and Roger here?"
Elsa looked at the two people diagonally opposite her and sighed. "They … caused some trouble in Mexico. I'm afraid they're going to be annoyed to death by the Internal Affairs Division. Dustin is having a headache because of them."
Luke rolled his eyes. "Even Dustin can't do anything about it?"
Elsa smiled bitterly. "It's not a small matter. I don't think the boss can."
That was already putting it mildly.
The truth was that Dustin was almost helpless.
The trouble that Martin and Roger had caused wasn't just a domestic problem.
The two of them had fought in Mexico, and it was said that they had killed more than a hundred members of Dito's gang.
Dustin's head almost exploded when he heard the news.
Who would've thought that Roger and Martin could accomplish such an earth-shattering feat when they were there?
The Mexican police had already requested that the two of them be sent over to "assist in the investigation."
The Westside police department hadn't relented yet.
If the Mexican police really found solid evidence, Roger and Martin wouldn't be sent to Mexico, but they would definitely lose their jobs.
Luke didn't ask any more questions, and left with Selina.
After he drove out, he made a call. "Palmer, are you free? I have something to ask you. It's more important. "
An hour later, in a fast food restaurant not far from the DEA, the three of them sat in a corner.
Palmer, the beautiful agent, took a sip of juice and went straight to the point. "What's up?"
She knew that Luke wouldn't look for her unless it was serious business.
Luke asked, "Have you heard about Martin and Roger?"
After a brief silence, Palmer nodded. "I did."
Luke said, "I don't know much about their situation, so I wanted to ask you, what's the worst-case scenario this time?"
Palmer sighed. "Lose their jobs. Westside isn't too bad about that. You didn't make them take the blame."
Luke chuckled. "What if, and I'm saying what if, the DEA steps in?"
Palmer frowned and sighed. "I tried, but Martin and Roger didn't work with us. There's too much opposition in the department."
Looking at Palmer's expression, Luke knew that she had tried, but to no avail.
He smiled. "What if it's a trade?"
Palmer's heart skipped a beat.
If there was one thing that left the deepest impression on her, it had to be Luke's favors.
The few times they worked together, it was either she owed him a favor, or she returned the favor.
Now, it was a trade?
She asked calmly, "What do you mean?"
Luke said, "It's information on Dito Flores's business."
Pondering for a moment, Palmer shook her head. "I'm afraid it won't be enough if it's just regular information. I'm afraid you don't know how much Martin and Roger did in Mexico this time. "
Selina had already tactfully lowered her head. She took a big bite of the doughnut and puffed up her cheeks.
Luke chuckled. "What if it's something like Dito's internal ledgers?"
Palmer's eyes narrowed. "Where did you get it …"
She stopped halfway through her sentence.
It was a big taboo to ask about a person's source of intelligence, especially when it involved drug dealers.
The slightest mistake could lead to the death of the informant's entire family.
Luke said, "I can give it to you first, but I only have one request."
Palmer said, "What is it?"
Luke said, "If it's valuable enough, do your best to convince your side to keep Martin and Roger's jobs."
Palmer hesitated.
Luke didn't say anything as he watched the beautiful woman's expression change.
A few minutes later, she nodded. "Deal."
Luke nodded with a smile. "Don't feel so pressured. Nobody can guarantee success. I just hope that this information is useful."
Saying that, he took out a USB and gave it to Palmer. "I won't take up any more of your time. Text me if there's any progress. "
Watching Luke and Selina leave in the car, Palmer rubbed the USB in her hand and was lost for words for a long time.
What Luke had given her were photos of Dito's internal ledgers.
He couldn't understand them, but that didn't mean that the DEA, which specialized in dealing with drug traffickers, couldn't.
He trusted Palmer's character quite a bit.
At the very least, given her feelings for Martin, she would do her best to help as long as the information was useful.
As long as the DEA was willing to step in and take over this matter, the problem in Mexico would be easily resolved.
After all, the DEA was the only law enforcement agency that could fly planes into Mexico without any prior notification, and had astonishing authority in Mexico.
It wasn't the first time they had crossed the border to arrest drug traffickers without any prior notification, and they could completely take the blame.
That was, provided that the information was worth their time.
After dealing with this matter, Luke and Selina resumed their regular investigation schedule.
Except that they left late and returned home early, everything else was the same as usual.
That night, Luke went out again.
But this time, he summoned Dollar first and grabbed it by the head. "Stay at home and don't instigate Selina again, got it?"
Dollar had a blank expression on its face, but it whimpered from its nose.
Luke got up with a smile and rubbed its head. "You'll have delicious food tomorrow. Don't make any more mistakes, or your punishment will increase."
Dollar whimpered a few more times before it turned around and went back to sleep.
Naturally, this was Gold Nugget expressing its dissatisfaction.
In the end, Luke came back an hour later.
This time, he came back empty-handed.
The lair of the Demonic Saints was empty.
Clearly, they had been frightened by Black Bones' annihilation last night, and their boss and the middle management had all gone into hiding.
Luke didn't think much of it.
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