When Harrison and Jim arrived, Luke was holding the fugitive in an orange prison jumpsuit at gunpoint. He said, "What a coincidence, Harrison, Jim."
Jim nodded and smiled dryly. "Hello, Luke."
He, who was known for his outstanding marksmanship in the team, actually hadn't been able to get a single kill.
Harrison didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Okay, cuff them up first, okay?"
Luke shrugged and gestured for them to do as they pleased.
He put the Glock back into his armpit and glanced at the fugitive, who had his hands raised, and said, "If you keep running, I'll just shoot you."
The fugitive was a slim young man. He was a little handsome, but had a gloomy expression.
Hearing Luke's words, his eyes flashed, and he sneered. "Okay, I won't run anymore. May I know your name? "
Luke raised an eyebrow. "You can think about that in prison."
In this short conversation, the two of them who were looking at each other had the same thought: I need to investigate this guy's information! If I'm suitable, I'll kill him.
However, the young man only thought that way because he had a history of brutality.
Luke could tell that the man seemed to want revenge after the fact.
He didn't mind killing this kind of vengeful guy.
After cuffing the fugitive, Jim went to their car and reported the situation to the police department over the walkie-talkie.
Harrison looked at Luke and asked, "Investigating a case?"
Luke shrugged. "On my way to work. What about you? You've been so free lately. It's almost nine o 'clock, and you're still wandering the streets?"
Harrison said, "I'm the same. Report to the police department first. I don't have any free time. It's not like you don't know that I'm always being dragged away to train rookies. "
Luke chuckled and didn't say anything.
Ever since his classic "Three Cowardly Mantra," Director Remick of the police academy didn't dare ask him to teach again, in case he led the kids astray.
In comparison, Harrison's mouth was very vicious, but he was really serious in teaching those rookies. He did not play around with them at all.
Luke glanced at the fugitive who was standing obediently on the side. "I'm afraid there's something wrong with his identity."
Harrison nodded. "You'll follow up on this case?"
Luke shook his head. "I don't have the time. I still have class. You guys were the first to arrive at this case, so you guys can follow up. "
Harrison: … Don't you have any idea how many classes you've taken?!
Luke, however, sneered inwardly. Me? This guy might just die one day, so what was the point of investigating!
The patrol car soon arrived, and so did the ambulance. One of the criminals who had hijacked the prisoner van was carried into the ambulance.
Of the six criminals, only the one that Harrison had knocked out was still breathing. The other five were already dead, which saved Luke the trouble of rescuing them.
After handing the man over to the main force that had just arrived, Luke and Selina said goodbye to Harrison and drove to the police department.
When he found Elsa, he only casually mentioned the kidnapping case, but she didn't care too much about it.
It was just the death of five criminals, which was not a big deal at all.
She wouldn't have been too surprised even if Luke and Selina had told her that they had killed fifty criminals on their way to work before they arrived.
She gestured for Selina to close the door, then moved a file in front of her. She looked at the two of them and said solemnly, "You can investigate this case casually, understand?"
Luke chuckled and nodded. He took the file and skimmed through it. "The case on the east side? How can they throw it at us? Aren't they afraid that the guys on the east side will complain that we're overstepping our bounds? "
Elsa said mockingly, "The big boss of the eastside police department has been under a lot of pressure recently. After all, a district attorney, a judge, and an FBI agent are all dead, and a detective from the Major Crimes Division who was involved in the case is missing. Now that all parties are pressuring him to give an explanation, he doesn't have the time to care about his reputation, which is why he didn't object to HQ's intervention. "
Looking at Luke's expression, she emphasized, "But you're only going to help with the investigation, okay?"
Luke said, "Okay, we're going to check out the quality of their female clerks and their coffee machines."
He mumbled inwardly, If I don't dawdle, should I turn myself in? Or should I arrest Bloodmint?
Elsa nodded in satisfaction.
Luke would take most of the credit for solving the case, but if he was too involved, Luke would be the one to blame.
Even if Luke cracked the case, the eastside police department might be grateful to him on the surface, but they might secretly feel that he had exposed their incompetence.
The request for assistance had been issued directly by HQ.
The district attorney, the judge, and the FBI were under a lot of pressure, and HQ could only mobilize the best officers from various branches to investigate the case.
Luke's partner, who had solved the most cases in Los Angeles, was naturally called upon by HQ.
Luke didn't waste any time. He gave the file to Selina and left.
He wasn't in a hurry to investigate the case, but to eat.
They hadn't had time to buy breakfast from the bakery because of the impromptu break-in that morning, and Luke and Selina were already hungry.
They bought a lot of food from the bakery that they were most familiar with, before they drove to the east side.
After falsely reporting themselves to the East Precinct Police Department, the two of them tactfully left and didn't stay there for another second.
They didn't have time to check on the female clerks, nor did they see the coffee machine.
That was because the captain of the eastside Major Crimes Division didn't seem to be grateful for their help.
When they reached the so-called crime scene, Luke and Selina parked the car on the side of the road and leaned against the front of the car. Between them was an open food box that was full of pastries.
This was the street where he had captured Diego Garcia and killed Stan Karl, the black cop, and more than thirty members of the Garcia family.
Two hundred meters away was the scene where an FBI agent had been killed, so they had come here first.
Since they had decided to dawdle, they naturally wouldn't really investigate the scene. They simply leaned against the hood of the car and ate breakfast.
Luke ate a Napoleon cake and observed the design on the huge advertisement wall in front of him, feeling very strange.
Selina was also paying attention to the advertisement wall and analyzed it with great interest. "This graffiti … is interesting. Is it the symbol of a new gang here? "
Pondering for a moment, Luke shook his head. "It doesn't look like it. Gangs don't have such high taste in graffiti."
Selina mumbled and said vaguely, "It doesn't look like it at the bottom. It's a bit sci-fi, but what's that on the top? Is it a demon or a ghost? "
Luke's expression didn't change, but he sighed inwardly. How the hell would I know what the person who drew the graffiti was thinking? Am I that ugly?
The bottom half of the graffiti on the advertisement wall hadn't changed. It was still a woman with a gun and a hood, and even the blood on top of her head was still there.
However, the empty space above the female Firearms Angel's head was now filled with a large patch of darkness.
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