Super Detective in the Fictional World

Los Angeles needs a lot of help tonight.

But these guys upstairs are absolutely the most bullshit, and Luke and Selena don't want to waste any time on them.

Luke arrived at Selena's place of rest in less than five minutes, watching the cops, and he smiled, “Don't rush, let's go up there and see if we can get some open space for the helicopter to land. The big guys must have money to call the helicopter TAXI. ”

The police officers sat sweating down the stairs with a smile and nodded with a little strength. “That would be great, thank you. ”

Luke just said that and pulled Selena back upstairs.

Selena had recovered a long time ago, but Luke lifted her up just two floors later and said very quietly: "Okay, get up there and get rid of the pig bosses. ”

Luke ran behind Selena's back, didn't go into the ballroom, and went straight to the roof.

Put Selena down, the two of them checked the roof, and Selena said strangely: "Isn't it just a big iron shelf? Why did you ask us to climb the 82nd floor to pick them up? ”

Luke shrugged for a moment: "Because they're pigs? ”

Selena whispered in disdain: "Pigs know how to grab food. Can't these guys help themselves and find a way out? ”

Luke shrugged: “People are busy making money, they've forgotten how to sell their labor. Okay, I'll pull the iron rack, you go down and tell the pigs... well, it's the noble ladies and gentlemen, tell the helicopter to pick them up and get the fuck out of here. ”

Selena, of course, had no problem adjusting her walkie-talkie and switching to the police officer resting on the fiftieth floor: “Hey, you don't have to come up, just a few iron racks upstairs, you can pull the helicopter down...”

“Why don't those people move? How do I know why? Maybe he's disabled. ”

“Where's the disability? Let's see, could it be a brain disorder? ”

Luke just walked up to the iron shelf, listening to Selena, couldn't help it.

This guy must have been pissed off tonight.

But he won't blame her.

Luke wanted to hit people himself.

There was also a large iron rack on the roof and some minor clutter, where the large iron rack landed on the helipad on an oblique basis and the helicopter could not land.

However, this large iron frame is large but weighs no more than 10 tons.

A few people can't move this stuff, but there are almost a hundred big men in the top ballroom, and some waiters and staff, and nobody wants to try to move it.

Cleaning out the helipad is also simple and does not require lifting a large rail frame, just pushing one end away for more than 10 metres is enough.

The apron is also flat and free of obstacles.

Ordinary people can do this even if they are a little less vigorous, with 20 or 30 people working hard.

If the mover is smarter, get some tool assistance, and you can do it in a dozen minutes.

But since the earthquake, it's been almost an hour. The people in the ballroom at the foot of the apron knew to call and ask the police to take them down. This is really bad!

Luke was too lazy to call anybody, but he had no one else on the top floor.

He dragged the tip of the big iron rack directly onto the apron and walked not so tightly to the side.

Dragging away this biggest obstacle, he took another lap around the apron and kicked aside all the debris scattered across the ground.

In less than five minutes, the apron was cleared and he didn't have much time to climb.

Without delay, he turned around and wanted to go downstairs.

Los Angeles is still in chaos.

As a detective, he also helps a lot of people and earns a lot of experience points.

The pig bosses in the ballroom are not worth mentioning compared to experience points.

He just walked a few steps and saw a helicopter flying fast.

Luke squinted his eyes and saw the LAPD paint on it. He could only sigh and pause to leave.

If he does, he's going to tell these shitty colleagues about the big pig downstairs.

The LAPD helicopter arrived quickly and landed quickly, obviously a veteran.

Luke finally had a laugh on his face and stood there waving out loud and saying, “How could it be you? ”

On the plane, four heavily armed SWATs came down, led by Harrison, followed by the hot older Sanchez sister, Jim, an old acquaintance.

The last one was supposed to be a white man named TJ McCabe, whom Luke only saw that night when he escorted Alex to his real body.

When he saw Luke, Harrison walked around and said, "Just around the corner, they sent him. ”

A few people ran all the way into the rooftop door, and the noise of the helicopter went down, and Harrison returned to normal volume: “Our boss gave us a good impression." ”

Looking at Luke's weird expression, Sanchez whispered, "Boss, aren't you just here to lick the rich guy's feet? Why so tall? ”

Luke laughed hey and Jim and McCabe couldn't help laughing.

I can't help it, Harrison has always been my selfish self, only accomplished the task, and I don't do anything about licking anyone's feet.

Harrison was helpless: "Aren't you going to treat me alone? ”

Luke couldn't help but glance at Sanchez and see this hot older sister or the unbridled look: “I only give it to the man I like, hmm...”

Speaking of which, she stopped furiously.

Because the four men in the room looked weird, even the angry Harrison.

A moment later, the men all laughed and Sanchez slapped his forehead in annoyance.

She got used to it all the time. Without paying attention, she blurted out her third view.

The joke is a joke, and Luke knows what's going on.

Although Harrison and Sanchez were identified as innocent by the police, they were under a lot of pressure.

Their boss sent them here not to really let them lick Big Pig's feet, but to brush them up.

That way, the next time we can get back to work.

As he thought about it, he briefly explained the situation of the pig bosses and happily threw the pot at Harrison.

Looking at Luke running away with a cigarette, Sanchez was a little envious: “Alas, if you want to leave, you're too lazy to dump those...”

Harrison coughed twice and interrupted her complaining: "After two months, you have the capital to make a mistake and say all this again, OK? ”

Sanchez shrugged his shoulders and shut up.

Luke, call Selena.

Originally being haunted by several dignitaries asking when the plane would arrive, she raised her finger at the door: “SWAT helicopters are coming and their captains are there, and it is up to them to arrange your evacuation. ”

After that, she pulled her legs and ran while several dignitaries looked at the door.

Regarding the dump pot, she is no worse now.

After all, there was a good teacher to get along with in the morning and evening, and she made quick progress.