Super Detective in the Fictional World

When the two Harrisons arrived in small steps, Luke was holding a gun in his hand, forcing the fugitive in the orange red coat to say, “What a coincidence, Harrison, Jim. ”

Jim nodded and laughed, “Hello, Luke. ”

When I met such a case, I usually called him an excellent shooter on the team, but I didn't get a single head.

Harrison couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, cuff them and we'll talk, okay? ”

Luke shrugged his shoulders, indicating two.

He shoved Glock back under his armpit and glanced at the fugitive with his hands in his arms: "If you keep running, I'll shoot you straight. ”

The fugitive is a thinner young man, a bit handsome, but with a gloomy look.

When he heard Luke say that, his eyes flashed and his mouth smiled coldly: "Okay, I'm not running anymore. May I ask your name? ”

Luke picks the eyebrows: “You can think about it slowly in prison. ”

In this brief conversation, the two people who looked at each other had a thought in their minds: to find out about this guy! Kill him if you can.

Young people, however, think so because they have traditionally acted brutally.

Luke thinks so, but he sees that the other party seems to have an afterthought of retaliation.

He would never mind killing a dude like that.

Jim handcuffed the people, went to their car, talked to the police station about the situation.

Harrison looked at Luke and said, "Investigation? ”

Luke shrugged: “On the way to work, what about you? Lately, it's almost 9: 00. Can you still wander the streets? ”

Harrison: “Well, go to the police first. It's not like you don't know what you're doing. You're always being dragged to train rookies. ”

Luke hey hey smile silently.

Since the last time his classic "Three Coward Truths” came out, the director of the police academy, Remick, dared not let him teach again, lest he teach bad children.

Harrison's mouth, by contrast, was vicious, but teaching those rookies was really serious, not vain.

Luke glanced at the fugitive who stood there honestly: "I'm afraid his identity is a bit problematic. ”

Harrison nodded, “Are you following this case? ”

Luke shook his head: "I don't have time for classes. You're on the case first, you're on it. ”

HARRISON:... you didn't have any beeps in mind for any of your lessons!

Luke was laughing in his heart: This guy might die one day. What are you looking for?

Patrol police vehicles soon arrived and ambulances arrived to lift a prisoner carjacker.

Only one of the six bandits was knocked down by Harrison and breathed a little, and the other five were directly cold, saving the rescue effort.

After handing over the men to the large army that arrived, Luke and Harrison said goodbye and drove to the police station.

When I found Elsa, I was just talking about the robbery, and she didn't really care.

It's no big deal to just die five robbers.

Luke and his wife just told her that she wouldn't be surprised if 50 robbers had been killed on the way to work.

She instructed Selena to close the door, and then moved a file from the side to herself, and looked at the two of them and said, “Just look into the case, okay? ”

Luke, hey, hey, nodded with a smile, took the file and looked at it twice: "The East Side case? Can you throw all this on our side? I'm not afraid of the East Side guys protesting we crossed the border. ”

Elsa was also ridiculous: "The big boss of the East End Police Department has been under a lot of pressure lately. After all, a district attorney, a judge, an FBI agent all died, and then the homicide detective disappeared. Pressure is now being exerted on him by all sides to give him a statement, and this man has no objection to the intervention of the Directorate-General. ”

Looking at Luke's expression, she still stressed, "But you're just going to check it out, okay? ”

Luke: "OK, we're going to go over there and see what their clerical qualities are and see what their coffee machine looks like. ”

He muttered in his heart: "I used not to grind foreigners, but surrender?" Or catch the blood mint?

Elsa nodded, expressing satisfaction.

The request was sent directly by the Directorate-General.

District Attorney Judge FBI was under a lot of pressure, and the General Directorate could only draw on the elite generals of the branches to investigate the case.

Luke, Los Angeles' number one partner in solving cases, was rightfully named by the General Directorate.

This kind of investigation solved the other party's most of the credit, and the interfering half of the black pot would fly to Luke's head.

Even if he solved the case, the East End Police Department was apparently grateful to him and might have implicitly felt exposed to their incompetence.

Luke left without delay and threw the file at Selena.

Rushing out is not investigating a case, but eating.

The hijacking we met this morning temporarily left the two of us no time to go to the bakery to buy breakfast, and Luke and his wife were already empty.

I went to the most familiar pastry shop and bought a bunch of food, and the two drove to the East End.

The East End Police reported fake stories, and the two of them went off intellectually and didn't stay there for another second.

The waitress didn't get to see it, and the coffee maker didn't even see it.

Because of the attitude of the chief of the East Side Serious Crimes Unit, they don't seem to appreciate their help.

Driving to the so-called crime scene, Luke and Selena parked on the side of the road, leaning against the front of the car, between them was an open food box filled with pastries.

Here, that night, he took Diego Garcia and killed Stan Karmak, the black police officer, and the street of over 30 members of the Garcia family.

Over 200 meters away, there was also an FBI female agent killed, so they came here as a priority.

Of course, the two people who decided to grind the foreigners wouldn't really go to visit them, so just lean against the front cover for breakfast.

Luke eats Napoleon cake and measures the pattern on the wall of the giant advertising curtain across the street, which is weird in his mind.

Selena was also watching the ad curtain wall and analyzed it with interest: “This graffiti... it's kind of interesting. Is that a sign of a new gang here? ”

Luke sang for a moment and shook his head: "Doesn't look like it. The graffiti taste of the gang isn't that high."

Selena emumu, vaguely: “The bottom half doesn't look like each other, it's a bit of a sci-fi style, but what the hell is that top half? Demons or ghosts? ”

Luke couldn't move his face and sighed helplessly: How the hell do I know what the graffiti painter thinks? Am I that ugly?

On the advertising curtain wall opposite, the half-cut pattern below the graffiti remained essentially unchanged, and it was still the woman with the gun-wing hood, even the bloody red on the top of her head.

But in the blank space above the female head of this firearm angel, there is already a big pitch of black.