Super Detective in the Fictional World

The two men showed their documents, temporarily placed their belongings at the front desk of the New York Police Department headquarters, and then questioned the offices of the Lower Organized Crime Control Board before they searched for them.

Elsa and Luke finally found their counterparts, Bellite-Joel, a head of the Organized Crime Control Agency, after a few decades of running in one of the largest local police agencies in the United States.

The Belet was also a sheriff, one level higher than both Luke's.

The West End of LAPD paid attention to the case because a red star in the precinct died and the impact proliferated.

And for the NYPD, Sergei-Mazanov is just one of the countless black gangs in New York with the highest level of strength, and it's no big deal.

Belet was sent to the case because Sergei was one of the gangs he was working with.

Faced with two Los Angeles colleagues, he didn't look well.

In Elsa's words at dinner with Luke at night, it was like a bunch of flies, and apparently the Bellets weren't happy for Luke and his men to come and interfere in his case.

Looking at the armpits slightly raised by the two men, Belet simply said coldly: "I would like to remind you that you have no law enforcement authority here. You better not use your guns, or you'll be in trouble. ”

Elsa looks the same, she's kind of an old gas stick. It's not the first time she's been out, she's used to all kinds of faces.

Luke didn't think so either.

Without law enforcement, at best, it's not an active gun.

This is the moment. Will he just stand there? As long as the other party had a gun to him, he also had the right to resist as an ordinary citizen.

And then they were sent away, and Elsa said, "Excuse me, when do we start? ”

Belet frowned: "Confidential operation, no comment. ”

Elsa doesn't eat him. “Excuse me, are you going to solve this by yourself? ”

Bailett choked a little.

If he dares to say yes, he will definitely leave the handle.

The West End of LAPD sent Luke and the others to work together, at a cost.

The exact cost is unknown, but if Belet dares to exclude Luke from the case altogether, he will have bad luck.

Belet just said for a moment, “You can find an empty desk here, and I'll let you know if anything happens. ”

Elsa nodded.

All she had to do was make sure Belet didn't make a fool of herself and throw the two of them away to get Sergei.

The two of them are walking away, and Belet adds the following sentence: "The arrest will take at least three to five days to plan, and you can rest for the next few days. ”

The two nodded, indicating that they knew, and went out into the lobby outside to find an empty desk to sit on.

Elsa looked at Luke and said, "How are you feeling? Are you angry? ”

Luke shook his head: "If they go to us, it's the same treatment. There's nothing to be angry about. ”

Elsa nodded with a smile: "Yes, come out and do something, that's it. Anyway, we don't count on this case. Just wait. ”

Luke shrugged his shoulders and his eyeballs turned: “I'll go find a place to stay and bring your luggage along. ”

Elsa certainly agrees.

It would certainly be the same thing to do if other newcomers followed her, but Luke's performance on the plane surprised her and she didn't say anything.

Now that Luke has offered, of course she will not object.

Luke came out, grabbed the luggage of two people, and found the black driver, Bell, who called over and said, "Hello, Bell? I'm the Luke who just sat in your car. Yeah, I'm looking for a cheap, comfortable hotel for a few days, close to NYPD headquarters. Oh, okay. I'll tip you a hundred dollars in addition to the fare, as long as it suits. ”

Soon, that Bell will be here.

Apparently she's nearby.

A warm greeting to Luke, who was on the co-pilot, was not treated like a normal person, and the taxi driver was afraid of being robbed.

He smiled and slapped her: "Hey, you're a racer, how did you get here so fast? ”

Belle's happy.

Generally speaking, white people don't have a good attitude toward her as a black female driver.

Luke, a young man with a barely handsome appearance and a very gentle and pleasant attitude, Bell looked at him very well.

Along the way, Luke and Bell were talking nonsense.

Bell is a snake, and in her own words, she's practically familiar with every part of downtown New York.

Only Brooklyn and Queens are the most familiar, and Manhattan is slightly worse off.

Luke's gone.

The Brooklyn neighborhood she's familiar with is black, and Queens can't get anywhere better, not to mention Manhattan. A bunch of rich people are definitely not many people to call her this taxi, and even less to order the cheap takeout she sent before.

Luke had a small Abacus in his heart, and now he was chatting with Bell, pulling the subject to the traffickers.

Bell is obviously a heterosexual among black people, she works diligently and earnestly, and the only slightly illegal hobby is the racing, but this is undoubtedly pediatric compared to traffickers and violent crime.

The black man spoke fast and didn't have much of a chance, so he sprayed a bunch of traffickers in pieces.

Luke can barely remember.

How many of these are there? Twenty-seven or thirty-one gangs of traffickers?

It's just a group of Brooklyn traffickers, and Bell hasn't had time to talk about Queens.

Luke exclaims: It turns out the city is big and fat sheep are plentiful.

Suddenly, his ears moved.

“In recent years, it has been said that a number of traffickers have been killed, although not by large groups, but small groups of more than a dozen people have been told that they were killed overnight.” Bell is full of excitement.

Luke said, "Aren't you angry?” Afro-descendants are definitely the largest group in Brooklyn.

The percentage of Afro-descendants in Brooklyn who don't commit crimes is a little low, and Bell is so excited to talk about it, okay?

Bell glanced at him dissatisfied: "Hey! You have to figure that out, those are the scum that doesn't do anything wrong. Besides, there are also many Eastern European and Latino groups that have been killed, as long as they sell contraband drugs. It doesn't matter which race the traffickers are from. ”

Luke raised his hand and apologized: "Sorry, it's my fault.” But I wonder, who dares to do this? Bloodwasher gang, more than once?

Bell hummed two apologies to him, adding an inside message: "I heard that this caller may also be a trafficker because they eat black. Every time, the gang's goods and money were swept away. ”

If Luke had thought about it, he couldn't help but whisper: this... what kind of idea did I have?

He could have thought of robbing a gang of traffickers.

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