Selina waited until the video was over before she pulled out a picture of the two suspects. "Based on their physical characteristics, I asked Sonia to help me search the surveillance cameras on the streets around the time of the crime, and we found these two suspects."
The first suspect in the picture was a man of Native American descent named Christopher Weiss.
The other was a middle-aged white man named George Hacker.
"Both of them have criminal records. You should be able to guess what they're charged with," said Selina.
"Robbery?" Luke retracted his gaze and continued cooking.
Selina said, "Yes, but George Hacker's most serious crime was robbing a jewelry store. Christopher Weiss … really does specialize in bank robberies. But neither of them killed anyone, so one of them was locked up for two years and the other for a year and a half, before they were released again. "
Luke smacked his lips. "Fine. It seems that the prison is almost full. The parole officer can't wait to throw these guys out to harm society again."
Selina didn't continue the conversation. After all, it was true that American prisons were in dire straits.
Considering the crime rate in Los Angeles, there really wouldn't be anywhere to keep people if they didn't throw some of the minor criminals out.
She simply continued, "Elizabeth helped me investigate. These two don't have official jobs right now. According to the grapevine, they're both doing illegal odd jobs in Los Angeles. "
Luke asked, "Killers? Or mercenaries? "
Selina said, "Something like that, but it's not that serious. All I do is pick up some small jobs, collect debts, and beat people up. My life is very ordinary. "
"So, they're going to do something big this time." Luke put the things in the oven.
He clapped his hands. "Okay, we know the situation now. We'll consult the professionals after dinner."
Selina said, "Okay, what are we eating tonight?"
Luke said, "Chicken."
…
At night, a certain bar on the east side of Los Angeles was filled with smoke.
The music in the bar was a mess, and so were the people inside.
Every customer was dressed in all kinds of messy clothes and tattoos. Mixed with the stench of perfume and alcohol, the place looked like hell.
It wasn't hell, but the smell was definitely hellish.
The people inside were either ugly, ferocious, or ferocious-looking.
Luke and Selina's entrance attracted some attention, but most people were still enjoying themselves.
For once, Luke was wearing a hip-hop style T-shirt and baggy shorts that almost reached his knees, as well as a golden wig and a mustache.
Even so, his attire was still the cheapest one in the bar.
Selina was also wearing a purple wig and makeup. It was impossible to tell what she looked like normally.
She was also wearing a large T-shirt in a hip-hop style, but the tank top inside covered her upper body tightly, causing many people to retract their gazes regretfully.
When he reached the counter, Luke raised his head and looked at the blackboard behind the bartender. On it were a bunch of strange names and sums of money.
He didn't care too much and knocked on the bar counter. "Two glasses of purified water."
The bartender's expression remained the same as he quickly poured two glasses of ice water. "Are you new here?"
Luke nodded with a smile. "Sort of. We're looking for two people. "
The bartender hummed in response and didn't say anything.
Luke didn't mind. He said casually, "According to someone, one of them is called George, and the other is Crystal. They know how to control themselves and don't touch their weapons. I want them to do a little work for me. "
The bartender paused and looked at him for a moment, before he shook his head with a smile. "Kid, this isn't a place you should be. It's better to go home and find a girlfriend, watch a movie, and talk about life."
Luke chuckled and hugged Selina. "I'm sorry, but I already have one."
The bartender's eyes twitched, but he said, "Then you don't need to call your girlfriend. Just go home."
Luke sighed. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he turned his head.
Not far away, a man opened the door and came in, cursing.
Walking to the counter, the man took out a card and two hundred dollars from the bartender. "Give the girl back her money. I'm a hitman, not a Jiji Rescue Company. Her boyfriend was beaten up by a rival in love. What does it have to do with me? Pretty boys deserve to be beaten up. "
"Sam, have you been giving out advertisements for bars everywhere again? How can a kid come to your crappy bar to hire a hitman just because he's jealous? " As he spoke, he glanced at Luke and Selina and smiled naturally. "Well, the kid wasn't talking about you."
Luke touched his face and said with a smile, "Actually, I don't mind people calling me pretty boy. Because it usually proves that I'm more handsome than he is. "
The man: "…"
The bartender: "…"
The man knocked on the counter and signaled for the bartender to serve him drinks. He said, "Generally speaking, pretty boy is synonymous with sissy, not handsome. A really handsome man has to be like me. See? "
He gestured at his stubble and then at the pink-blue T-shirt on his chest.
After a brief silence, Luke said, "If a sloppy beard that hasn't been shaved for days and a dirty T-shirt that hasn't been washed for days can be called handsome, then the value of the word 'handsome' will be greatly reduced."
The bartender burst out laughing and spilled a lot of the wine in his hand.
"Wade, kids always like to tell the truth. You're not an emperor, and other people won't flatter you about how 'handsome' you are in your new clothes. " As he spoke, he wiped off the wine with a towel and placed the half-full glass in front of the man without refilling it.
The guy named Wade picked up the glass unhappily and took a sip. "Damn it, did you add water to this wine? Why is it getting worse? "
The bartender said calmly, "If the alcohol content is too high, you'll smash my bar even more often. Is it wrong for me to add more ice so that you won't have to pay for the tables, chairs and glasses? "
"Profiteer!" Wade mumbled and didn't say anything else.
Luke watched them bicker on the side with a smile before he said to Wade, "Mr. Hitman, I have a job for you. Do you want to take it?"
Wade glanced at him and then at Selina behind him. "You don't want me to help you beat up your rival in love, do you? Well, you're pretty good. "
Selina snorted and turned her head away unhappily.
There was something wrong with Wade's words.
Wasn't he saying that it was rare for Luke to hit on a mature beauty like her at such a young age?
Luke shook his head with a smile. "I'm looking for two people."
The bartender busied himself, as if he were saying, "Do whatever you want."
Wade was a little interested. "What's the reward?"
Luke said, "A thousand dollars for the exact location of the two of them."
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