Super Detective in the Fictional World

Full of flesh, brute, coarse mouth, foam, hand to hand is the close-up of these bear parents.

Luke said two words to the old sheriff, and two men stared at him, "What are you doing? Are you a journalist? ”

Luke laughed and pulled out his badge: "I'm in charge of security at this camp. Do you want me to drive you to the highway and stand? ”

Two men shut up.

They are temporarily stationed here, by the entrance to the campsite, just under Luke's jurisdiction.

The elderly sheriff gave Luke a "good job” look before walking over and scheduling the itinerary.

Otherwise, the group would go up and disappear two more, and then someone would have to search the mountains.

They didn't send anyone to search the mountains for bear children because the FBI's circular came down.

Six bear children are sure to be dead, and the sheriff certainly won't do anything for nothing, but the parents won't die.

Luke shook his head as he watched the people quarrel there.

What are you so worried about, son? It's not a day or two that carelessly explains the past.

In his sensitive sense of smell, these people have a familiar smell.

Weed! or processed weed.

The intensity of the smell proves that these people are not occasionally contaminated with this smell.

Luke shrugged his eyes and remembered the last time he asked the kid who had been shot, he seemed to say, "This is our job."

At the time, he thought it was the children's own division of labour, which now did not seem necessary.

Luke walked back to the campsite, grinning a few times in his heart, and did not intend to see these people perform badly.

I'm afraid you're not going to check the weed fields!

Just after he returned, several more cars, a black SUV of water, drove in the distance of the road.

A few minutes later, several SUVs parked in front of the campsite and Nick the Beard stepped out of the car.

Looking at the middle school students inside, he whispered a damned whisper, but threw the smoke out of his hand and stepped out, walking into the camp.

A moment later, Nick the Beard looked at Luke drinking tea by the lake and a faint sense of ridicule appeared in his heart.

He told Luke in the middle of the night that it was Luca Barton who wanted to kill the cops with him, and he didn't forget that.

Second, to return the favor of Luke in capturing the robber.

Nick the Beard didn't do much clean, but he talked about it. He owed Luke a debt of gratitude, and he was always uncomfortable.

Mainly, Luke was too clean and seemed to be a completely different kind of policeman.

Even if they weren't hostile, he consciously didn't want to owe Luke anything.

This mindset is similar to the bad students in school who don't want to owe them a favor.

As a result, shortly after that night, the FBI sent an announcement.

All six county police, including Luca Barton, were killed in an attack by an unidentified killer, Wade Davis was killed, and six children climbing camp were killed together.

And then... nothing happened to Luke.

Nick Big Beard wasn't a good boy. He threatened the innkeeper before he got here.

The innkeeper confessed everything without hesitation. He didn't want to worry about the contradiction between the county police and the young man. He just wanted to be a small civilian with peace of mind.

After listening to the owner, Big Beard Nick drove off for a long time.

Luca Barton planted it like this, with no room for even flipping. Dead people, of course, can't flip.

And the department that came out to close the case was actually the FBI.

That gave Nick Big Beard a new perspective on Luke, and that's why he decided to meet Luke.

Don't be an enemy if you can't be an iron friend.

Luckily, his phone call shouldn't have been wasted before.

Luke dropped the teacup in his hand and looked at Nick the Beard and got up with a smile: "Come on, there are too many students here. ”

They walked by the lake and talked for a few minutes.

Nick, come over here, take a look at Luke, and, by the way, ask about Luca Barton.

Luke, of course, said he didn't know about the case, but his face made Nick the beard.

Even if Luke was lucky to be a dog, Nick didn't want to mess with Luca Barton's six lucky people.

After the conversation, Luke sent Nick the Beard to the camp door, Nick the Beard hesitated, and suddenly said: "If you need help in Los Angeles County later, you can call me. ”

It's a clear crossing signal.

To surprise Nick, Luke nodded with a smile: "Well, there's just something I need you to do. ”

The two stood near the door, not far from where a group of bear parents had just ended their quarrel and finally decided to go.

Luke said a few words, and both eyes were cast on the cars where the bear parents had gone.

Less than two minutes later, Nick the Beard waved goodbye, ran to the side of the car, opened the door and got in the car, and said, “Go, you're alive. Keep up with the people who just left. ”

He spoke, but his gaze dropped on Luke, who continued patrolling the campsite, whispering: "SHXT! The guy is a smiling tiger. ”

And the next guy listened, and he said, "Luca Barton and them? ”

Nick the Beard changed his face: “What does the FBI say, that's what it is, otherwise you want to help them get revenge? ”

My men laughed twice and stopped talking.

What that means is, don't mess with this young man, or the next time the FBI announces it, it might be his own death.

The county police received reports that as many as fourteen people had been killed, including among six county police officers, and that there had been no media reports, not even from senior county police officers.

Nick the Beard guys, kind of got used to wiping their asses before they were sent to work.

They rely on the mountains to clearly show them, just come and circle, never to investigate the case seriously.

“Son of a bitch, don't you fucking drive? Don't you want to see that big black ass of yours tonight?” Nick spit out the window, scolding his men and lighting himself a cigarette.

My men laughed and started the car: "Boss, didn't we come here to do something? ”

Nick Big Beard slapped him in the back of the head with his bare hands: "Drive. ”

When he finished yelling, he lowered his voice: "Someone gave me precise information that the group had been planting weeds privately on the mountains and had been selling them for a long time. ”

His men were stunned and overjoyed: "We went to serve them a pot? ”

Nick shouted, but he said, "Don't keep the weed too clean. You have to leave some evidence. I promised an informant I'd put these guys in jail for a few years. ”

Guys hey hey, smile: "Well, we don't move the plants. But the others..."

Nick thought about it and nodded, “Anything else. These guys have been selling weed for so long, there must be a lot of cash in their hands that can't see the light, that's the point. ”