Super Detective in the Fictional World

"How can I let you know when it's over?" ”

Luke touched it out of his pocket, took out a business card, bounced it gently, and it spinned toward Smith's chest.

Smith held the child's hand and gently moved, clamping the card: "You, what do you want? ”

Luke crooked his head and thought, “Maybe it's just an answer? ”

And he turns around and opens the door and says, "Last question, why are you protecting this little baby? ”

Smith suddenly said, "No-women, no-kids. That's the-rules.” (Don't kill women, don't kill children, that's the rule.

Rumor has it that Luke's side nodded his head against Smith in the dark corner and stepped out the door.

Smith frowned, listening to his footsteps from the side, until a moment later the Miss Donna came in, and he said, "Quintano, are they gone? ”

Donna Quintano was the woman whose chest was still great against Selena, and she was blinded: "Go, I watched them go downstairs. ”

Smith took a breath and quickly put the card in his pocket, remembering the address, and walked to the bed and grabbed the green oil stack of bills.

Donna's eyes widened: “Where did this come from? ”

Smith said, “Commissions.” He put the money in his pocket, too.

“Now, take care of him for a day, $5,000 knife, deal?” He raised his hand to look at Donna.

Donna bit her lip and didn't say a word.

This way, Luke took Selena downstairs and turned around and looked at the building behind him for a moment, and the corner of his mouth provoked: “I've been seeing rich people lately! ”

Driving on the road, the two did not return to the police station, but went straight home.

Selena washed herself, came out to the kitchen, looked at Luke, busy there, hesitated, or asked, "Do you need to talk to me? ”

Luke said, “The phone? ”

Selena didn't say anything.

Luke continued to cut the vegetables, moving quickly, without any haste.

Precise, efficient, amazing control, only brush sound when the blade cuts through the vegetables

“It's Dustin. Tell me there's someone at headquarters taking over the Esworth Park case.” He spoke calmly.

Selena was surprised: “Dustin he...”

Luke stopped and continued: "I thought about it and it shouldn't have anything to do with him. He's not a captain, he's not that professional, he's just repeating an order from a big man. ”

Selena's relieved.

Dustin and Elsa were very appetizing to her, and the two bosses were really good together for a long time.

Especially with Beric's petty contrast, the two bosses are even better and have superior backing pot capabilities.

“You...” Selena spit out the word, suddenly paused, and then she turned her head: “When's dinner? ”

Luke smiled softly: “Twenty minutes tops, you can watch TV first. ”

Selena, um, went back to the living room, she thought for a moment, and finally turned on the TV: "... Councilman Henry Esworth recently introduced a new bill. It advocates purifying the social environment, controlling the proliferation of guns, and providing a calm space on campus…”

She stunned, turned the TV down a little, watched it for a few minutes, and took out the phone: “Sonia, how's Luca Barton doing? ”

……

After dinner, Luke went to the garage and let Selena train herself.

Selena looked at his back, skipped her mouth and washed the dishes herself.

Now, to save time, there was an extra dishwasher at home, and all she had to do was put the dishes in and dry and disinfect before putting them back in the cabinet.

Half an hour later, Luke drove a black Ford SUV outside a dilapidated apartment building.

He lay comfortably on a flat driver's seat and looked at the video footage on the flat plate in his hand.

Another tablet card is located at the center console, above which is the view of the apartment building.

Looking at the video just received in his hand, Luke grinned: “These people are so well-informed, they actually went to the psychotherapy center so quickly. ”

As he muttered, he looked at the surveillance on the console.

In the image, the apartment building has been abandoned, but several windows on the fifth floor are hidden with lights.

At this moment, five black men are on the ground floor, one is breaking the door, and the other four are watching the party.

Luke turned on the radio device to make their conversation clear.

“With all the abandoned apartment buildings in the city, how can the boss be sure that guy is here? Another lucky guess? ”

“No, he doesn't do it by guessing, he can sense things we can't see. He was a behavioral analyst at the FBI. ”

The big man knocking on the door turned his head helplessly: "Forensic Behavior Advisor. How many times have I told you not to add a new title to my CV every time? Details determine everything in this area. ”

Saying, he held his hand hard, clicked, and the door opened.

He pushed the door and wanted to go in.

Four of his men hugged him and grabbed him: "But don't you think it's better to walk at the end? Boss.”

With black framed glasses and a lap of thick beard, the big man grinned: “The leader hiding behind can only eat leftovers. First come, first served, that's the truth. ”

He took the lead and walked in.

Luke picks the eyebrows.

This guy, he's funny!

He sat up, not in a hurry to get out of the car, just adjusted the radio equipment.

“… violence is the funniest, most worthy thing in the world.” Big man's words are full of anticipation.

Luke chuckles: Assuming the subject of violence is not himself.

“Bring me men, at least fifty. Our Mr. Smith is a marksman and has won many British Speed Shooting competitions since he was sixteen.” The boss began to whisper the order.

Luke felt it: No wonder Mr. Smith felt so obvious to him.

This dude, in a way, is on a road with Luke now.

Accurate, efficient, ruthless, stable, with a big heart, no wonder Mr. Smith said he was still calm when he killed more than twenty shooters.

It's a natural killer.

Interestingly, Mr. Smith's setup was supposed to be ruthless, the guy who could do anything bad for the money, but this guy was also trying to protect that little baby.

Luke shook his head laughing, pulled down his hood, put on his hood, and opened the door to get out of the car.

……

“You know what I hate most about watching movies?” Big Beard asked softly in front of a group of people quietly pouring into the lobby at the bottom of the apartment building.

The gunmen in black looked at each other.

“I hate directors always letting go of the good guy who comes out to be a hero.” Big Beard smiles: “So don't let it happen to you, my money isn't that easy to take. ”