Super Detective in the Fictional World

A little tattoo on the neck and arms of two people in a Toyota sedan is enough to show that they're not good.

The tattoo is not rare, down to the young soft girl, up to the old man of fifty or sixty, in a good mood may get one.

The hobby is stronger, with a lot of wreaths and a lot of body.

But the tattoos are different.

No one in Los Angeles dares to tattoo this.

Some people dare to tattoo, and the average tattoo shop technician dares not give people random tattoos of these special meaningful patterns.

The number of crosses on the apex of the church represents his seniority, the subtle distinction of the crown on the cross represents his division of labour within the gang, and the number of black droplets dropped on the crown represents the person he killed.

Of course, in Los Angeles, where a lot of young people die, there are people who really dare to mess up patterns and crosses and blood drops, but these idiots usually don't last a week.

With this tattoo, walking in some neighborhoods, you might suddenly stop a car, and someone says, "Where are you from? ”

Don't think this is a normal conversation, accompanied by a seemingly ordinary question, most likely by a black hole at the gunpoint of the person being asked to fire wildly.

Because now that the tattoo proves that this man is high and kills many people, he wanders into the territory opposite the tattoo, and the other side will surely kill him by extremely harsh means, as a sign of his determination to preserve the territory.

The two ambushers were also quite careful.

They wear long-sleeved shirts and use cuffs and collar buttons, with only a hint of tattoo corners around the neck and wrist.

Unfortunately, Luke's homemade program quickly compared the corner of the tattoo to the database group's tattoo, which matched a small group's tattoo by more than 80 percent.

And because of the look and feel of the two of you, why did you stay outside the DEA building all the time?

Although the United States calls it liberal democracy, in practice, people who shouldn't be in a region are rarely in a region.

Even if it does, it should be passing by, and there is basically no problem with Panyun's inability to go.

This is not China, if you don't break the law, you can stay where you want.

In an area with a good security environment, who dares to wander around dressed like a homeless person, the patrol police car will be checked up when it sees it, and it is not necessary to find out who has violated the law.

Taxpayers and the poor are two kinds of existence.

So the security of taxpayers, the insecurity of the poor, should literally disappear from good places.

This can be done with reference to the first drop of Rambo.

Of course Luke doesn't work for the patrol, he just puts his head together and watches surveillance with Selena.

“Compare the information in the database and retrieve it from members of the Latin American group.” He said.

Selena, um, she's in motion.

Less than five minutes later, she shouted: “These two guys, their bottoms aren't clean. ”

Two photographs, obviously taken in jail, of two people in a Toyota car over there.

Luke now enjoys top-down support from the police station and has long sought to copy some of its information.

Of course, it was definitely a violation, and he didn't get permission.

These things, he built a small database in the car, targeting a variety of local sensitive people, mainly gang members, and other information he didn't dare put in the car.

In the event of suspicion and discovery of gang members' information, he could say that it had been collected by himself, it would be difficult for those in power to explain the information.

On the tablet, the names of the two men are in sight: Domingo Torres, Palladia Mendoza.

Far from having only a previous record of several serious injuries, the two groups are now on parole and have not contacted the parole officer for several months.

In other words, both of Luke's men went straight ahead and arrested both of them.

Luke would certainly not have wasted that much, and these two are now absconding on bail at best, only a few more years in jail if caught.

Or interrupt them when they start.

Killing cops is a felony.

Even if attempted, most lawyers would not be willing to take up such work, which would be difficult if they were to blacklist the police system and then try to get involved in the police system in the future.

The size of the lawyers' energy depends largely on how close they are to the local police and judges, while the district attorney (D.A), who is responsible for prosecution, is mostly turned over by the police system.

Being blacklisted at the police station is tantamount to breaking up with the district attorney, which is absolutely detrimental to the lawyers' long-term business.

Luke said a few words to Selina, and she picked up the phone and dialed Palmer's number: "Palmer, it's me, Selina. Are you off duty? Almost there. We'd like to talk to you about something. Why don't we go to dinner together and not bother you? Okay, we'll wait for you at the parking lot exit. ”

Hang up the phone, Selena makes a two-way gesture: “Done, she says she'll be out in 20 minutes. ”

Luke nodded with a smile: "Give me the car and keep me informed.” He said, pulling out a wireless headset and pushing the door out.

Selena moved to the driver's seat and looked at the surveillance while driving the car towards the exit of the DEA parking lot.

When Luke got out of the car, he leisurely walked to the DEA office building.

While walking, he swept around randomly, overstretched his energy and walked like a middle-aged teenager on the road.

A young white woman, dressed in a fitted tracksuit, with a white towel around her neck and a pedometer around her wrist, threaded her headphones in the deep groove in front of her chest, came running from behind him, surpassing him and moving on.

That healthy light wheat skin, beating the radiant curve, filled with a youthful, healthy atmosphere.

Luke blew a short whistle for a salute.

The beautiful woman who was running could not hear her and continued her jogging journey.

Luke also laughed and followed, running.

Nor was he close, five meters apart, and his gaze fell from time to time on the running lady's tight sweatpants.

Well, it must be sturdy! He muttered in his heart.

Following this beautiful running woman, Luke moved on and finally stopped in love at a corner.

As he watched the big, round part gradually move away, he slowly walked to the side of the road with regret, grabbed two coins and bought a can of DR on a vending machine. Pepper, he sat on the steps, opened the pull loop, and poured a big sip.

Comfortably hiccup, he hummed Baby-got-back.

“IlikebigbuttsandIcannotlie

Youotherbrotherscan 'tdeny

Thatwhenagirlwalksinwithanittybittywaist

Andaroundthinginyourface... "

At this point, once again, a running beauty passed him.

Latino descent, backless sports underwear plus a healthy, rounded body under shorts, and... well, standard hot personality: “hooligans! ”

Luke: Boo-hoo?

The beautiful woman also turned her head and looked at him, her eyes swirling and laughing softly.