Super Detective in the Fictional World

Selena took out her cell phone and called forensics.

Luke went up alone, didn't get on the boat, just checked around it, probably.

“There's no obvious blood on the boat, but look here.” He spoke to Selena Nunu after the call.

Selena looked at the hull and there was a large depression on the side of the bow.

“Something hit this ship hard?” She asked.

Luke nodded: “There is no blood in the boat, no obvious trace of it, and the likelihood of tearing is low. Wait, forensics are here an hour early. ”

Selena looked up at the sky and looked down at the watch: "It's over, our seafood lunch. ”

Luke also remembered, helplessly: “We can only cancel the lunch reservation. ”

Selena nodded and started calling the restaurant.

Luke greeted him and went all the way back outside Swick's villa and drove his car not far from the boat.

When the car arrived, he laughed: "Although there is no seafood lunch, sunbathing is okay. And this, or what? ”

He said, pulling out a can of DR from the refrigerator in the car. Pepper threw it over.

Selena took it, opened it, took a sip, and hit a hiccup satisfactorily: "Honey, you're so wise. ”

Luke laughed without saying a word.

Together, the two of them flipped the folding chair umbrella and large towels out of the trunk of the car and placed them on a flat reef next to each other.

Selena slipped herself into the car and changed into a bikini. Her other hand took out a food box and ran back to lie down, which made her exhale comfortably: "Ah, it's nice to be busy stealing. ”

Luke opened the food box and pulled a piece of halogenated beef out of it and threw it in his mouth: “It's worth it, otherwise it's useless to wait here. ”

This is the helplessness of detective work.

Now that they've discovered the boat, they can't just walk away and have to wait for the forensics to come and take over.

If it's the city, you can still find a place to rest in the time before the forensics arrive.

This wilderness can only survive on its own and find a way to survive.

Luckily, both Luke and I are now ready to go out, and some of the food and water in the car are not without care.

While there is no specific outdoor excursion to exaggerate, it also makes the waiting process a little more comfortable for both of us.

Selena closed her eyes and sunbathed herself with a headset in her ear to listen to the learning materials.

Luke sorted out a lot of expertise for her, from combat to survival, from cities to the wild.

She's fine now, just like listening to the radio, playing and listening, more comfortable than just watching the text.

Luke didn't get much sunbathing, he just put sunscreen on Selena's back and drank his own tea.

But the information he's looking at is less serious, basically intelligence about forces in the dark world of Los Angeles.

Recently, the frequency of his clean-up operations has been deliberately controlled by him, keeping the appearance of doing one vote in about five to seven days, avoiding the obvious impact of excessive “hard work” on his emotions.

Even so, more than a month later, Luke cleaned up nearly ten gang sites.

For the gang forces in Los Angeles as a whole, that's the zero in the zero, but what he can't resist cleaning up is the middle-class gang that's been cleaned up, with dozens of people under his control.

When he kills these middlemen, hundreds of people lose their heads.

Suddenly they lost their direct superiors, and the little bastards started to get upset.

Some want to take the place of the boss, some want to join forces, some want to feel the benefits of fishing.

As a result, these groups in Los Angeles have been getting a little upset lately.

Luke is already thinking about cleaning up the bottom bunch again.

Compared to the dead stronghold, these bottoms are a bit unscrupulous, because most of them have not been brutally educated in reality, and when they find the opportunity, they think that God's dick wants to do something big.

Luke figured, with another 30 or 50 happy guys to die, the rest of us would understand a little bit.

If you don't have the brains to make a fool out of it, you'll come out naturally.

As for bringing more crime to Los Angeles, he wouldn't think so.

Organized crime is more dangerous.

Many gangs are involved in cases of persistent large-scale acts, such as trafficking in women, even organs, or smuggling of arms and contraband drugs.

Junior gangsters are robbing and wounding people on the streets, but there are no gang pipelines operating efficiently.

While thinking about it, he punched a red √ after certain names on the notebook.

If it doesn't come as an accident, the names will turn a red X after them for some time.

Suddenly, the sound of the engine came from afar.

Looking to Luke's side, an old pickup truck was found driving past the wasteland not far away and further afield.

He's speechless: Out in the wilderness, are there others who come to the countryside like them?

Another while later, the forensics team finally arrived.

Seeing them waving their hands, then continuing to sunbathe, Selena, two forensic witnesses with envy: “Wow, you guys are so smart that you have these things ready in advance. ”

No one can seriously say how to work time, everyone is usually bored to work, look at the corpses and blood every day, there are beautiful women with pleasant eyes, idiots only speak nonsense.

Luke laughed, pointing to the boat over there: "If you've done your job and want to enjoy it, I can lend you two yoga mats, and some sunscreen oil. Of course, clothes and towels will be ready for you. ”

Both forensics are young, white males under the age of thirty, and have a lively personality.

They looked at each other and laughed bitterly: "Where did we get the time to sunbathe? There's still a lot of analysis and reporting to do back there. ”

Luke shrugged: “Then Ain't no help. I'm not in charge of forensics either. I can't approve fake notes. ”

The three of them joked a few words and started working.

Neither is the work of forensics particularly much.

There are not many traces on this boat, except for the depression that struck and the dry blood on the beach, which is not very suspicious.

When the forensics team was almost finished and ready to leave, the old broken pickup truck drove back.

Luke stood on the reef, glancing casually, and found himself dragging a boat behind this broken pickup.

He was stunned.

This boat, like the little boat they inspected, had the name of the restaurant on it, Grille.

Looking at the boat from afar, Luke noticed that the bow of the boat seemed to be missing a piece.