At that point, Luke changed the topic. "However, I have to ask you to leave this shop immediately. You're not allowed to interfere with the shop's business."
Both the man and the woman shouted, "Don't even think about it. You're indeed a thug for the rich."
As he spoke, the man reached out to grab Luke's lapel.
Luke unhurriedly raised his hand and pushed the man's chest away. "If you keep this up, I'll sue you for assaulting a police officer … Wow, what's this?"
He looked at the ground with a teasing expression.
After the man was pushed away, a roll of cash suddenly fell out of his clothes and landed at his feet.
The onlookers' eyes also fell on the roll of cash, and they all exclaimed, "Wow."
"That's almost two thousand dollars, right?" Luke stared into the man's eyes with a smile. "Now, tell me, what do you want with so much cash? Because I suspect that you might want to use it to trade illegal drugs. "
Everybody looked at the man in the lead.
Nobody thought that Luke was abusing his position for personal vendetta.
That was a roll of cash worth a hundred dollars, and there were almost twenty bills on it, which amounted to two thousand dollars.
In America, people who carried such rolls of cash around were mostly drug dealers or people involved in illegal businesses.
The man's face stiffened as he quickly picked up the cash. "I just withdrew this myself. It's none of your business."
Luke smiled. "Then give me a moment."
Selina, who had been investigating the troublemakers, came over and gave him her phone.
Checking the content, he asked, "Mr. Larry Faulkson, right? Your bank records show that you haven't made any large withdrawals in the past month, and that you've been unemployed for half a year. May I ask, where did you get this money? "
The onlookers let out another round of exclamations.
For Americans, who didn't like to save money and were more interested in spending in advance, it was absolutely rare for someone to have two thousand dollars in cash after being unemployed for half a year.
It was like someone showing up at a murder scene with a bloody murder weapon in his hand. While it couldn't prove that he was the criminal, he was extremely suspicious.
The man panicked even more. "Y-you're talking nonsense! I, I found a job. This is the salary I just got. "
Luke's smile grew even wider. "Is that so? But police records show that you were only arrested three months ago for burglary of another person's property. You were just released on parole a month ago. May I ask what your new job is? Judging from your efficiency, you've at least found a job with a monthly salary of 5,000. "
The surrounding audience was in an uproar.
How could a person who was on parole after being imprisoned for theft immediately find a job with a monthly salary of five thousand?
The man was completely defeated by the information.
His face was livid, and his eyes flickered. He didn't dare look Luke in the eye at all. He turned around and left. "You're talking nonsense. I don't want to talk to you."
Luke didn't stop him.
He really didn't want to care about this kind of protest that didn't involve directly smashing the shop.
If it were any other bakery, he wouldn't care.
But there were too many troublemakers. The population density of the police detention room was almost as high as the train carriages during the Spring Festival in China.
Arresting dozens of people for such a small matter would be making things difficult for the police officers in the detention room.
He just looked at the woman. "Ms. Mary Johnson, do you need me to read your police record? It's quite a lot of words. "
The woman's face was full of fear as she turned around and fled.
Luke's gaze didn't linger on her. Instead, he swept his gaze across the crowd who had come to protest in the shop with the powerful aura of KO 'ing two people in a row.
Most of these people had fearful expressions on their faces as they quickly walked out of the shop.
As a matter of fact, Selina had only investigated the leaders of the gang for now, but judging from their attire and behavior, Luke was certain that few of them had clean backgrounds.
A bunch of thieves and robbers who had come to a bakery to cause trouble didn't seem to be acting out of justice.
The few people who hadn't left looked hesitant.
Luke, however, ignored them.
How could these few people compare to the dozens of customers outside?
As he said, the bakery was a business, not a charity.
Lucy and the other employees had no right to give them the cakes for free. They belonged to the shop, not them.
He turned around with a smile. "It seems there's no line now. Can I buy the cakes now? I'm counting on them for lunch today. "
Lucy nodded quickly. "I'll get them for you right away."
As the customers who had just re-entered the shop watched, Luke walked out with a few big boxes of cakes.
In the car, Selina chuckled. "Shouldn't we thank those guys who protested just now? If it weren't for them, we definitely wouldn't have been able to buy so many cakes. "
Luke said, "That's right, that's right. Thank those scoundrels for helping us drive away the customers in line, saving us time and pastries."
Selina had already opened a box and was eating a Napoleon cake. She gave Gold Nugget a piece too, and was very satisfied. "It's a good thing we're not patrol officers, or we'd have to deal with this mess for the next two days."
Luke hummed in agreement.
A policeman's job would always be boring, especially for a patrol officer.
Most of the time, ordinary patrolmen would waste their time by wrangling among the onlookers and wasting their saliva instead of solving problems with guns.
Thankfully, he and Selina were in the Major Crimes Division, and didn't have to worry about these things most of the time.
After driving to the police department, Luke leaned against the door and knocked. "Boss, don't tell me you haven't had lunch yet."
Elsa said a few more words, then put down the phone and leaned back in her chair. "I reckon it won't take more than two years for me to be transferred to administrative work. Dustin has piled a lot of administrative work on me in the last two days. Do you know how annoying it is? "
After Selina came in, Luke closed the door with a smile. "Wow, don't say that. At this rate, you'll be promoted to captain before you're forty. What's wrong with that?"
Elsa opened the box that Luke had put down and took out a piece of tiramisu to eat. She sighed in satisfaction. "This is still the best. But if I stay in the office and eat this every day, I'll definitely become a 200-pound fatty before I'm forty. "
Luke said, "Then arrange some fitness classes for yourself. Don't you always have combat training and yoga classes?"
Elsa said, "Combat training has been suspended since the last earthquake. I reckon that yoga classes will have to be stopped too."
Luke was lost for words.
Elsa said, "I've had a lot of backlog of cases recently, but don't spend too much time on them except for the ones I've told you about."
Luke said, "Got it. Let's go …"
At that moment, his phone rang.
When he took out his phone, he looked in the direction of Dustin's office, because it was Dustin's ringtone. 8)
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