Super Detective in the Fictional World

Selena nodded satisfied: "That's it, go at night. ”

Luke: “No problem. ”

Buying his partner peace with food, he has driven his car into the police parking lot.

They went to Elsa's office and handed her the takeout box.

Elsa doesn't even look at it, she goes straight to the bottom of the big drawer, which is where she puts her snacks.

She has to hide it first, close the door and eat slowly, avoiding attracting those hungry wolf-like colleagues.

Elsa stared at Luke and said, "What are you doing? As long as you're out there, you're turning South L.A. upside down. You know what's on the news right now? Some idiot TV stations have already said that the police have fought hundreds of blanks in South Los Angeles in the Cidas area, killing and injuring countless people and bleeding into the river. ”

Luke smiled and looked like he didn't care: "Boss, why don't you finish your meal before you talk to us? ”

Elsa: “My stomach hurts so much that I can't eat it. ”

Luke, hey, hey, hey, stop laughing and look at Selena.

Selena had a rhythm in her heart and came out immediately to explain what had happened this morning and to ease the atmosphere for the next two.

Of course, all three knew Elsa wasn't angry at all, and she had to get out of it.

Otherwise, Luke would be under a lot of pressure if he did this every three or five years.

Selena said, as she opened Elsa's big drawer, she took out two cupcakes, one for herself, and one for Elsa: "I didn't eat enough, I just had to share your inventory with the next boss. ”

Elsa just rolled her eyes and this Selena followed Luke for a long time and looked like a hippie smile.

But she wasn't angry, either. The cupcake still had Selena's light on it.

Besides, Selena was actually disguised as reminding her of something to eat, and it's lunchtime.

Elsa was there, listening, drinking the coffee that Luke poured from the coffee machine outside, and eating the cake.

It took Selena a while to give a rough overview of what happened this morning, including all the extended questions.

Elsa suddenly pulled out a tissue and wiped her mouth, and finally nodded helplessly: "Well, you did a good job. But try not to make such a scene in the future, and Director Brad is asking Dustin when our Serious Crimes Unit will be working part-time at Homeland Security. ”

Luke and I are silent, and of course this pot is for Elsa and Dustin to carry, because there is a big meal in it.

Bear this pot to share the fruits of victory.

Just rescuing Miss Ginny would be of great benefit, not to mention a bunch of things found in that nest.

Now, the trouble is that some TV stations are just messing around.

The police department figured it all out and made sure it was a credit, not a mistake, and a press conference was held to make it clear that the wind of the television station was about to change.

Otherwise, is the TV station trying to clean up the gang? This is absolutely death in LA.

In Los Angeles, where hundreds of black gangs are dominating, the people hate them the most because they threaten the safety of all lives and property, wherever and whenever they are, and there's nothing they can do about it.

Elsa no longer runs rackets with Luke.

She made a point earlier, and she was sure Luke wouldn't be confused: "Well, you can rest for a while, but keep the comms open. If the bureau needs your help with the investigation, you're on your way. ”

Luke and his wife kissed their asses and said that the boss was considerate to his subordinates. When they died, they slipped away.

The two are on vacation again, albeit temporarily.

They will not be able to continue their work until the case is cleared up.

After driving out of the station, Selena stretched her lazy waist comfortably: "Ah, nice big sun. Shall we go home and take a bath? I haven't used that big bathtub in the backyard for days. ”

Luke: “Yes, but I'm going to buy you dinner first. ”

Selena: "Hmm? ”

“Hong Kong style yakitori! Do you want to come out again?” Luke said.

Selena shook her head decisively.

With this bright sunshine in the bathtub, the psychopath wants to go out again.

Luke found a famous burnt lass shop in the Los Angeles Chinese Circle, packed a bunch of things. Anyway, what Selena fingered, one for all.

If it's not one, then take a large piece. There must be more.

Upon returning home, Selena went to enjoy a three-piece set of afternoon tea + sunbath + large bathtub, and Luke went into the garage alone.

Removing a previously processed batch of semi-finished parts from the storage space, he worked diligently.

This busy afternoon, when Selena was outside screaming that she was going to starve to death, he stopped satisfied and picked up the two pistols on the workbench.

One is a modified M1911 with a cartridge and barrel, which Luke has used too many times privately as a vigilante, and almost half of those gangs have this gun and its various counterfeit derivatives.

He wasn't used to double-breasted ammunition before, but after 40 years of strength, his body developed again, his hands got bigger, he used to be more comfortable with Glock, but now he needs a bigger grip.

The other one is a revolver and the reference is the Smith Wieson M500.

The barrel was slightly extended by a few centimeters to further enhance accuracy and penetration, which was used to target certain high-defense targets.

This revolver does not have the kind of stainless steel mirror-polished appearance that brightens the eyes of a blind dog, and he subtly treats its surface to look less eye-catching.

But Luke was satisfied.

He likes this big, hard, dark, long guy who doesn't have to look like an eye-catcher to blow up his opponent, which is better than anything else.

The bullets of the two guns also had to be disposed of, partially increasing the charge, and partly even the warheads were specially made.

Doing so would greatly enhance his combat power, as well as alternative tactics.

At the same time, he made the barrels of both guns himself, and there would never be any record of them.

Luke admired these two new pieces for a moment, and Selena was already shouting "darling" with a loud voice.

He could only interrupt the process of enjoying the finished product, helplessly exclaiming: “Here we go, go wash up and wait. ”

Then, in his mind, the two pistols disappeared in front of him, but he put them in storage.

Put that garbage on the workbench in storage, too, and Luke turned off the lights on the workbench and walked out of the garage.

After washing his hands, he heated the roasted lasagna he had bought for lunch and made a fruit salad and a plate of white scorched vegetables before shouting to the backyard outside the window: "Come in and eat. ”

A moment later, Selena jumped in.