If John was as obedient as Luke, he might have already become the chief of the Detective Bureau, and Dustin wouldn't have anything to do with it. Walter couldn't help but think that.
Luke didn't know about Walter's complicated feelings. Even if he did, he wouldn't have cared too much.
It wasn't likely that Walter could beat Dustin.
This senior superintendent would either resign to his fate or be transferred to another department. He would be Luke's colleague for at least a few months.
Luke could tell that Walter wasn't a sinister guy. He was just competing with Dustin for a promotion, and wasn't fighting to the death. Of course, he couldn't deliberately make things difficult for the superintendent.
After sending them out of Clinton, Luke and Walter returned and looked for the two families at the addresses Walter had given them.
The questioning didn't go smoothly, and there was almost a gunfight at the second house.
When the nervous man opened the door at the second house and saw Luke flash his badge, Luke noticed that the man was acting strangely. He also noticed that the man had a gun behind his back.
One step away from the door, Luke decisively kicked it open.
Pa! The edge of the wooden door slammed into the man's face, and he instantly passed out.
Looking at the gun on the floor, Luke sighed. "Why can't you talk properly?"
Instead of entering, he said to Selina, "Call the patrol officers of the 15th Precinct to come and take him away."
With that, he leaned against the door and took out a chocolate lollipop.
He wasn't interested in wasting time interrogating such a small fry. It was better to leave it to the patrol officers of the 15th Precinct to clean up the mess.
In the end, half an hour later, the man who had been knocked unconscious by the door woke up, but the patrol officers still hadn't arrived.
Luke wasn't in a hurry. He had already expected the 15th Precinct to be efficient.
If the 15th Precinct dared to say that it was second to last among all the precincts in New York, no precinct would dare say that it was first.
Looking at the man who had woken up, Luke smiled. "You're awake? Then answer my questions honestly. "
The man only felt his head hurt, and didn't pay attention to Luke at all.
Luke said, "If I'm satisfied with your answer, you didn't have that gun in your hand when you attacked the police. If I'm not satisfied, the gun will be the same as it was after it was fired. Do you understand? "
The middle-aged Latino man's head was full of question marks. He thought for a while in a daze before he understood the difference and quickly agreed.
Shooting at a police officer and punching a police officer were two completely different types of assault on a police officer.
He didn't want to be beaten up by the police, and he didn't want the judge to give him a heavy sentence.
In less than ten minutes, he had clearly explained what had happened on the night of the explosion.
Moreover, this man knew some useful information.
He had witnessed something that night, but he didn't mention it because he didn't want to cause trouble. However, Luke sensed that he was hiding something through Mental Communication, and after a few interrogations, he had no choice but to confess.
"Are you saying that the truck that was responsible for delivering the goods to the Russians exploded a few minutes later?" Luke confirmed it.
The man nodded. "That bus always comes between seven and eight in the evening. I usually go downstairs to eat around that time. I've seen it several times."
Luke was enlightened.
The boss of the Irish gang, Owen, guessed correctly. The explosion was most likely Kingpin's doing.
That was because Kingpin was the biggest wholesaler of illegal drugs in New York, and he was the one who supplied the Russians.
If his truck had exploded, Kingpin wouldn't have taken it lying down. He would definitely have sent someone to find the guy who had moved his goods.
It was the black mask who had done it, and Kingpin couldn't have fooled Kingpin, so it could only have been a rumor spread by Kingpin himself.
At that point, Luke and Selina had both eaten two lollipops before the 15th Precinct's patrol officers arrived.
The two patrolmen said a few words to Luke and Selina in a business-like manner, and were about to lead the Latino man down.
Luke raised an eyebrow and stopped them. "Officers, you'd better check his room."
The patrol officers glanced at him, and one of them, who was almost forty years old, nodded nonchalantly. "We have to take him back first. Just put a seal on this place."
Luke was inwardly pleased. As expected of the worst precinct in New York! He didn't even try to hide his attitude in front of his colleagues at HQ.
As the saying went, a monk banged the bell for a day.
If these two patrol officers became monks, they would probably be lazy pigs who ate and slept every day, and wouldn't even touch the bell.
"Officers, do you need me to remind you that there's someone else in the room?" asked Luke.
The two patrol officers were stunned. "There's someone else? Why don't you go take a look? "
Luke said, "Isn't this your jurisdiction? But it seems that you're too busy. Forget it then. "
As he spoke, he gestured at Selina, and they walked into the room.
After pushing open the bedroom door, the two of them quickly helped a young woman out of the room.
Looking at the woman's expensive clothes, the two patrol officers immediately knew that something wasn't right.
This woman didn't look like someone who would appear here, and it was even less likely that she was living with that hooligan in this shabby apartment building that was meant for the poor.
So, there was another kidnapping case here?
Luke hadn't bothered with the woman before because he sensed that she seemed to be sleeping.
She was sleeping so soundly that it was a little strange that she hadn't woken up after all the noise outside.
Given the unusual situation, Luke didn't want to hand the girl over to the two unreliable patrol officers. He and Selina simply took the girl to Metropolitan General Hospital.
"She's probably a girl, right? She doesn't look very old. " Looking at the girl in the backseat, Selina sighed. "These people from the 15th Precinct are more unreliable than I thought. This place is too lousy."
Luke said casually, "Once people get used to deceiving themselves as well as the world, they'll eventually become trash like this."
Even in a major city like Los Angeles, where there were a lot of gangs, most of the police officers had to be professional, at least on the surface.
It was only half past eleven in the morning, and the two patrol officers seemed to be in a hurry to get lunch after working for less than three hours.
The 15th Precinct truly deserved its reputation as the worst precinct in New York.
Although Luke and Selina often skipped work, that was only when they overdid their work, and they had never dawdled or slacked off when they needed to be on duty.
After that, Luke and Selina were no longer interested in discussing the uncomfortable existence of the 15th Precinct.
When they arrived at Metropolitan General Hospital, they sent the young woman to the emergency room.
Ten minutes later, a nurse with long brown hair came out and said, "Detectives, the patient is still in a semi-conscious state. Her condition is unclear, and she can't speak to you right now."
Luke nodded. "Do you have time? We need to know more about the victim. "
The nurse said, "I have five minutes."
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