After Luke and Selina walked out of the hall, Luke's colleagues immediately glared at John, who was sitting there with a relieved smile.
"Tell me, John, who are these two people?" A young blonde policewoman asked.
John took out a wrinkled pack of cigarettes from his wrinkled T-shirt, shook one out, and lit it up. He took a deep puff and said, "Wait, I think I had a bet with you guys before? I bet that the person who came wasn't a rich second generation. It seems that I won. "
Everybody looked at each other. Finally, a middle-aged man with a mustache gritted his teeth and threw ten dollars at John. "If you can't give us a good explanation, don't even think about taking this money."
After that, the other detectives all took out their wallets and threw ten or twenty dollar bills at John. "Speak, or you'll have to pay for lunch."
John grabbed the bills and put them in his pocket. After another puff, he said, "Cough, I was running for a long time just now. I'm a little thirsty."
The blonde officer quickly left. "Okay, I'll buy you some water. We'll talk when I get back. If you don't give us some inside information, you'll have to pay for the water. "
John leisurely crossed his legs on his desk. "Then give me a bottle of Corona. Mineral water won't quench my thirst."
The blonde policewoman gave him the middle finger without turning her head, but she still quickly left.
A few minutes later, John took a sip of the iced Corona and smiled unhurriedly at his colleagues whose eyes were burning. "Do you remember the last time I became a detective again?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment. Why did Hardedef suddenly become the topic of the conversation?
The middle-aged man with a mustache frowned. "Cut the crap and get to the point."
John drank another mouthful of beer before he said, "That's the point. Just before Christmas last year, I was demoted to detective again, and I was given a long vacation to visit my family in Los Angeles. Do any of you remember what happened in Los Angeles on Christmas Eve? "
Everybody immediately started thinking.
They were all detectives, and so were John and the two new young detectives, so what had happened could only be a major case.
Only a big case in Los Angeles would be heard of by NYPD.
"The Nakatomi Building Vault Robbery?" The blonde policewoman who was often in charge of intelligence work was the first to give the correct answer.
John nodded with a smile. "And then?"
The middle-aged man reacted quickly this time. "You're involved?"
John nodded.
The man with the mustache asked a second question. "Is Luke involved too?"
John nodded again.
After a moment, the expressions of the people who were brainstorming all changed.
The mustached man said again, "The internal case report for the Nakatomi Plaza robbery mentioned that a detective from New York and a detective from Los Angeles worked together to kill more than fifty terrorists and solve this shocking case. Don't tell me you and Luke are the two detectives? "
John gave him a thumbs-up and smiled as he took another sip of beer.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
This case had been analyzed by all the police departments in the United States.
There were more people in New York than in Los Angeles, and there were more vaults than in Los Angeles. There was an endless stream of people eyeing these vaults.
The Detective Bureau, which was directly under NYPD HQ, often had to deal with similar serious cases. They had run simulations of this classic case many times.
But at that time, nobody could figure out how two detectives who didn't know each other before working together to kill more than fifty professional robbers with fierce firepower and professional movements, while ensuring the safety of dozens of hostages.
In that situation, everything was against the two detectives, but in the end, it was the detectives who wiped out the robbers.
Looking at everybody's expressions, John finally said, "We're all old buddies. I'll tell you this, but remember to keep it a secret."
Everybody nodded silently.
A detective's job was dangerous to begin with, and plenty of detectives had been retaliated against after the incident.
The more unscrupulous a detective was, the more likely it was that they would be retaliated against.
John and Luke were outstanding even among unscrupulous detectives. Naturally, they had to keep their identities a secret.
Thus, when John came back last time and everybody analyzed the case, he didn't mention that he was a witness at all.
Firstly, he had to lie low at the time, and secondly, he had to consider his own safety.
Seeing everybody nod, John finished his beer in one gulp and stood up. "Think about something good. I'm going to take a shower first. That sewer must've been left uncleaned for decades. It stinks. "
One of the detectives couldn't help but ask, "What good thing?"
"There's another colleague in the Detective Bureau who's good at fighting. Don't you think that's a good thing?" John then left without looking back.
Everybody looked at each other and felt that there was nothing wrong with that.
Why was John so awesome? Wasn't it because he could fight, dared to risk his life, and dared to take on dangerous missions?
Once he took the lead, the others would follow suit, and the danger would be much smaller.
If it weren't for John, at least two or three of them would've retired due to injuries, and might even have had a memorial service.
Thinking of this, everyone's expressions relaxed.
A reliable teammate was more worth being happy about than some second-generation gilded heir.
If they had a lousy teammate, they might die.
Only the middle-aged man with the mustache had a gloomy expression on his face, as if he was thinking of something unhappy.
"Let's go. Let's take a shower. I feel like I just crawled out of a cesspool. "
"Forget it. John was the one who crawled into the cesspool. You were just standing at the mouth and smelling the old methane."
"You're good. Why did you hide even further than me just now?"
Amidst the noise, they laughed and left the hall.
In the office on the side of the hall, Dustin looked away and sighed helplessly.
He actually didn't want Luke to be recognized, which would be a lot more dangerous.
But McClane, the super shit-stirrer, was in the police department, and happened to work under him.
He could only remind Luke to be careful. Muttering to himself, Dustin lowered his head and got to work again.
After Luke and Selina left the police department and drove off in the parking lot, Selina sighed. "The explosions are much more complicated than I thought. There's actually an internal problem with the police department."
Luke didn't think much of it. "If we weren't working for Dustin in Los Angeles, this would be a common occurrence."
Selina finally felt grateful to the lonely middle-aged man. "Thank you, our boss, for not playing dirty tricks."
Luke chuckled.
He had reservations about that.
Dustin had a bottom line, but he wasn't pedantic.
Of course he would make money, but he would do it in a legitimate and legal manner.
America even had a lobbying law. As long as one knew how to operate certain crooked methods, money could really be made legally.
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