So … "Selina looked at him.
Luke nodded, deep in thought. "So, we won't investigate anymore."
Selina: "Huh?"
Luke chuckled. "Can't we just let the people who dug up the case continue investigating it?"
Selina frowned. "Are you sure?"
Luke said, "I'm sure."
He had already had a conflict with the state police today. If he continued investigating, he might have to directly kill a few illegal officers.
It was too inefficient to deal with the Elsworth family head-on, and it was easy for them to raise their vigilance and hide evidence.
He wasn't a judge, and didn't need evidence that could be used in court.
But if he wanted to get rid of the Elsworth family's influence in Los Angeles in one fell swoop, he couldn't do it alone.
Also, he preferred to hide in the dark and create the right time to take action.
…
On the side of the road, two dejected state police officers found the keys to their handcuffs in the wasteland hundreds of meters away and unlocked them.
The two of them looked at each other, both still in a state of shock.
“fuxk！ Who the hell did they piss off? These two young men definitely aren't simple. "The Latino state police officer gritted his teeth and rubbed several places on his body.
Selina had hit him hard on the back just now.
The white state police officer said gloomily, "Why didn't you put the drugs in the boy's clothes?"
The Latino state police officer was vexed. "I didn't. I clearly put it in my pocket before I came out … Uh … "
He subconsciously paused in his pocket. A moment later, he pulled out a small bag of white crystals.
The white state police officer stared at him and didn't say anything.
Stunned for a moment, the Latino state police officer shook his head. "No, I really didn't touch it just now. Wait, is this guy a master thief? "
The white state police officer gnashed his teeth. "Why don't you say that he has a superpower? How could he steal it and put it back under our noses? My eyes didn't leave his hands for even a second! "
The Latino state police officer was lost for words.
A moment later, he said, "Carl, if we really put this in his pocket just now, would it have worked?"
The white state police officer, Carl, was stumped.
There didn't seem to be much of an answer to the question.
"What are you trying to say, Julio?" Julio, "Carl asked in a deep voice.
Julio hesitated for a moment before he said, "Those two could've recorded our statements, but they had no intention of doing so. There was also Cole, who had resigned a few years ago. He looked like he was mentally unstable. If we continue to get involved in this, I'm afraid we won't be able to live long enough to receive our pensions. "
Karl was silent for a moment before he walked towards his police car.
Julio also followed silently.
The police car turned around and headed north.
After a long while, Karl said, "Remember, we didn't meet the targets today, nor did we see their IDs. Do you know what to do if 'those people' do something like that again? "
Julio let out a long sigh. "I'd rather have my prostatitis relapse and go to the hospital than get involved in this mess. Whoever wants to do it can go ahead! I'm just a minor police officer, not an Elsworth family assassin. "
Karl frowned. "Shut up. Don't mention names, understand? We are us, and 'those people' are 'those people'.
Silence returned to the car.
Under the setting sun, a lone police car headed north.
…
At night, in a warehouse on the edge of downtown Los Angeles, two men were discussing a pile of files.
Suddenly, the shutter door of the warehouse behind them opened.
Their expressions changed, and the balding middle-aged man unbuckled his holster, ready to draw his gun at a moment's notice.
At that moment, the shutter door rose high enough that both of them were stunned when they saw who it was.
It was the balding middle-aged man who shouted, "Batman?"
The long-haired man narrowed his eyes and didn't say anything. He quietly stepped back and reached for the shotgun hidden under the table.
"Mr. Cole, you can take out your gun openly, but don't point it at me. Mr. Hart is the same." A mechanical voice rang out, and the black giant walked into the warehouse and pulled down the shutter door.
The balding middle-aged man, Hart, looked at the long-haired man and chose to speak himself. "Who are you?"
Luke's lips curled up under the mask. "You already called me that, but you didn't believe me, so that's not important."
As he spoke, he tossed a black bag on the table. "This is what you need."
Before they could check the bag, he continued, "The Elsworth family you're investigating isn't as simple as you think."
It was Hart who said, "What are you trying to say?"
Luke chuckled in a low voice. "What I'm trying to say is that they have extraordinary individuals like me behind them."
He looked at the shocked Hart and the silent long-haired middle-aged Cole. He continued, "This case isn't a decryption game, but a killing game. Once the Elsworths discover that you want to investigate them, it won't be the police who will come looking for you, but killers to silence them. Human lives are nothing to them. "
"Life itself is a boring process," Cole said in a low voice. His tone didn't seem to have any fluctuations at all.
Luke looked at him. "Even if you want to die, you can do it after you solve the case."
Hart's face darkened. "What the hell are you talking about?"
The pair of blood-red triangular lenses on the black mask looked at him. "He lives like a ghost. What's there to be afraid of?"
With that, Luke's job was done. He turned around, opened the shutter door, and disappeared into the night.
The two men in the warehouse looked at each other and walked to the door with their guns. After looking around for a moment, they closed the door again.
This time, they added a chain to the shutter door.
Returning to the table, they looked at the black bag.
Without a word, Colmer stepped forward and opened the zipper, revealing stacks of bound paper inside.
He picked up the top stack and flipped through a few pages, his expression focused. "So that's how it is. We were investigating in the right direction …"
Hart leaned over and looked at it for a moment, before he immediately said, "These are official documents from the police archives. Look at the serial numbers. There's information on both LAPD and LSPD."
Cole didn't reply. He quickly flipped through the first stack of documents and mumbled, "Not enough, not enough information." He picked up the second stack.
Hart pressed down on his hand. "Wait."
Cole frowned and looked at him.
"Don't forget that we were blocked by 'that person' in this warehouse just now," Hart reminded him. "Even if it's for the safety of these documents, we should change locations."
Cole still frowned, clearly reluctant.
But his rationality told him that the "Batman" just now didn't seem like he was lying.
The Elsworths they were facing might really send someone to silence them.
The two of them looked at each other in silence and quickly packed up their things.
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