Luke smiled. "Whether they go to jail or continue to roam free is up to the law enforcement department. Whether they go to heaven or hell after death, that's God's business. "
I just need to send them to God! He thought to himself as he looked at the long road ahead.
"Do you want to listen to a song? How about I sing one for you?" he suddenly asked.
Selina hummed in response and lowered the backrest, ready to fall asleep to a nursery rhyme.
With Luke's singing skills, he wouldn't run away at all.
If she had to describe him, it would be dry and not mellow at all.
Luke was also very self-aware. He usually only hummed a few times, and rarely finished half a song.
Selina didn't have any expectations at all.
“fro
the
dty
sa，her
loog
shado
A low and gentle voice rang out in the car.
She gradually became engrossed in the story and unknowingly fell asleep.
Suddenly, she woke up and looked at the sky outside the window. "How long was I asleep?"
Luke said, "Less than an hour."
Selina said, "I think I heard sirens?"
Luke snorted. "That's right. You'd better tidy up and put your hands where they can see you."
Selina glanced at the rearview mirror. "State police?"
As Luke slowed down, he replied, "They're waiting at the intersection we just passed. They're probably looking for trouble to give us a ticket."
Selina rolled her eyes.
In the past, it was more like they were the ones giving out tickets, but this time, it was really someone else's turn to give them a ticket.
Two state police officers in uniform got out of the police car. One was white and the other was Hispanic.
With one hand on the handle of their guns, they leaned in from both sides and shouted unhurriedly, "Children, please put your hands where we can see you."
When they reached the car window, the two state police officers asked for their driver's licenses.
With a smile, Luke slowly took out his driver's license and handed it over. "Officer, is there a problem?"
The white state trooper took his driver's license and compared it to the photo on the driver's license. He said, "Were you speeding?"
Luke smiled. "Officer, I was only going seventy kilometers per hour just now, right?"
The white state trooper glanced at him. "We'll tell you what your speed is."
Luke hummed an "oh" and heard another Latin American officer asking for Selina's ID.
Selina's eyes met Luke's, and she slowly took out her driver's license and handed it over.
Their driver's licenses and IDs were real, but of course, they were fake.
It was just that after the two of them put on makeup, they looked similar to the people on the documents.
"Alright, get out," said the white state trooper outside Luke's car.
This time, Luke didn't say anything and got out with Selina.
Then, the white state trooper took two steps back and unbuckled his holster with his right hand. He said, "We now suspect that you are carrying illegal drugs. Please put your hands on the roof of the car and cooperate with our inspection."
Luke smiled and did as he was told. "Is that so?"
The white officer was stunned, but he still signaled the Latin American officer.
The Latin American officer started groping Luke's upper body before he turned to his back.
Under the cover of the car, the Latin American state trooper's hand quickly reached into his trouser pocket.
Then, his expression changed, and his hands moved a few more times before he turned to look at his partner.
The white state trooper frowned. "Did you find anything?"
The Latin American officer looked conflicted, but could only shake his head. "Nothing."
The white state trooper was clearly stunned. "What?"
The Latin American officer shook his head hard. "Really."
The white state trooper's expression changed. He suddenly took out a flask and threw it to the Latin American officer. At the same time, he said, "I suspect you of drunk driving. I have to take you back for a blood test."
The Latin American officer took the flask, opened the spout, and poured the wine into Luke's car.
The thick smell of alcohol spread in the hot air under the setting sun.
On the other side of the car, Selina's lips curled into a cold smile.
Luke put down his hands and turned around unhurriedly. "There's no need to go through so much trouble. Your performance is over."
The white state trooper frowned and raised his right hand slightly, his finger already on the trigger.
"You!" Luke pointed at him and then at the Latin American officer. "And you, you're just someone's lackey."
The white state trooper's face was dark. "You'd better not talk nonsense, otherwise …"
Luke retracted his hand slightly and shook his finger. "No, no, no. You have to talk to me more later."
The white state trooper vaguely felt that something wasn't right, but his mission wasn't to kill people, and he didn't have the guts to kill two young men.
In fact, both he and his partner knew that these two young men hadn't broken any rules, nor had they drunk or taken illegal drugs.
It wouldn't take half a day for a test report to come out for drunk driving or drug driving, and it would be very difficult to detain them.
While he was hesitating, Luke took two steps forward in a very natural manner, his movements smooth and his expression calm.
The two state troopers didn't react for a moment, and the white state trooper felt his right hand being pressed down. Then, he felt a great force under his feet, and his legs were in the air. He spun half a circle, and was already facing the ground.
The Latin American state trooper was shocked and immediately touched his waist.
But as soon as he put his hand on the gun, he was kicked in the knee and then in the butt. He fell to the ground and fell flat on his face.
A knee followed and pressed down on his back. Two hands easily cuffed his hands behind his back and handcuffed them.
The knee let go of his back, and the Latin American officer tried to turn his head. Why was she more familiar with the process of arresting someone and cuffing them?
The girl with the ponytail looked at him with disdain and said coldly, "Dirty!"
p？ Doing bad things is more professional than taking out a gun. "
Sweat broke out on the foreheads of the two state troopers.
Assaulting a police officer was a big problem.
If it was a crowded place, the other party might run away immediately.
But this was the middle of the afternoon in California, and not a single car would pass by this road for half an hour.
They wouldn't lose their lives today, would they?! The two state troopers were in despair.
Looking at their expressions, Luke smiled. "Which one of you will speak first now? If you're not going to say anything, forget it. Two state troopers who couldn't split the loot evenly on the highway and shot each other to death seems to be quite the news. "
…
Half an hour later, Luke and Selina were on the road again.
The smell of alcohol in the car was already very thin after being rinsed with water.
The car was rented, and Luke didn't care how it was washed. He just needed to pay for it.
Selina said, "The Elsworths are too vigilant. Nobody on our side knows about our investigation. The only possibility is that they're spying on the victims' families. "
Luke hummed in response as his mind raced.
After a brief silence, Selina asked, "What are you thinking?"
Luke said, "The state police wanted us to help with this case, and now they're investigating our identities. It was also the state police who closed the case ten years ago."
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