Super Detective in the Fictional World

The mental state of the man in the beige suit, as well as the smell on his body, showed that he only took drugs.

Though Luke has seen a lot of scum and a lot of black cops, scum + black cops like that in front of him have excelled, or sadistic guys are rare.

Los Angeles County Sheriff Nick the Beard guys, compared to the guy in front of them, are good guys.

At least Big Beard, Nick. They don't do drugs, and they don't kill four-five-year-olds.

Drug killers are not too smart when dealing with cases.

Walking out of the 6B door, Luke's gaze stopped for a moment on the 6D apartment door on the right, giving the patrol a few words and walking up the stairs to the roof.

A moment later, he came down from the top floor and drove downstairs.

Back at the shakeshack, he saw two girls standing there holding two large paper bags each.

Luke looked at the time and patted himself on the forehead.

Forty minutes had passed, and he had missed his appointment.

Quickly, Nikki and Monica saw him, wanting to wave and finding their hands empty.

Luke walked up close and apologized, “I'm sorry I took so long. It's too much trouble. ”

Nikki just asked, "Are you done? ”

Luke nodded: “It's okay for now. Oh, by the way, give me something. ”

He took two bags of food from Nikki.

Monica leaves the corner of her mouth: "Shouldn't one bag at a time? ”

Luke laughed, "Didn't you say you were a athlete? Running, swimming, fighting, playing like a mastery, that's just a few more painstaking steps. ”

Monica didn't give him a big white eye: "But it should be fair, right? I am in favour of equal rights for men and women. ”

Luke shrugged: “So do more if you're strong. If I had three hands, I would definitely get you another bag. ”

Monica: "... you said that because you didn't have a third hand. ”

Luke, hey, hey, smile, open the door, pop the food bag in, pick up Monica's food bag and put it in.

At this point, he suddenly noticed an anomaly: "What about your own lunch? ”

Nikki and Monica subconsciously looked at their empty hands and came back to God.

“Oops, forget it. ”

“I bought it for you. ”

Luke Gual, reach out and hold the back door open: "Well, I guess I'll have to treat you, two beautiful ladies. Please get in the car? ”

Less than ten minutes later, Monica sat on a mat in the park meadow, eating a mushroom cheeseburger in her mouth, obscuring: “You speak so well. Sitting on the park meadow eating fast food, you sound more upscale than Samsung Michelin. ”

Luke ate a beef burger and laughed: “When I was in Los Angeles before, I never felt how precious the sun was, and sometimes even complained about it being too dazzling. But when I came to New York, I thought it was worth abandoning the artificial environment and enjoying the wonderful scenery of nature. ”

Nikki's curious: "You're from Los Angeles, you just got here? Did you go to college? ”

Luke: “I grew up in Texas and came here to work. If I don't come out to work, I might be a cowboy back home. ”

Neither Nikki nor Monica believed much.

Luke doesn't talk like a cowboy, too much.

So the three of them, laughing, chatting and finishing lunch.

After dinner, Luke asked two women.

Turns out it's the weekend, they go shopping, they don't have to rush to the next target, and naturally they don't have to drive each other.

The parties bid farewell in this regard.

When Luke disappeared in his car, Monica turned around with Nikki: "Come on, we agreed to go shopping. I didn't even look at the closet clothes I needed. ”

Nikki shouted, and when she was dragged away, she looked back in love: “He didn't seem to feel anything for me. ”

Monica snorted, "Didn't you get his phone? ”

Nikki: “You got it too! But his attitude is not like that of the men who are after us. I asked him when he was free to come out and play, and he actually said he was busy at work and had to work late at night. At his age, what do you need to work overtime every night? He's not one of those guys. Doesn't that mean no? ”

Monica turned a white eye: "Pull it down, you! I'm sure he means absolutely nothing to me, because I'm not the one he likes, but your chances are still great, at least he's not saying that to you. ”

As soon as Nikki listened, curious, she dragged Monica's arm in reverse: “How do you know? ”

Monica: "Because I suspect he's a rich second generation. ”

Nikki was stunned: "Ah? ”

Monica: "I'm not familiar with his SUV, but the average student can drive? Secondly, he uses a titanium phone, a style that hasn't even been published on the official website, and is most likely made directly from the manufacturer. His clothes don't show the brand, but they're well made and made, maybe handmade. Sunglasses are new to Gucci in the first half of the year and sell for over a thousand dollars.

And when she said this, she looked at Nikki with a smile and a smile: "Is a guy like that working for a takeout? Maybe it's an internship at home. ”

Nikki was surprised: "Why didn't I pay any attention? Did you see it so clearly? ”

Monica grabbed Nicky so hard that she hurt her girlfriend and jumped two steps: “What are you doing? ”

Monica: “You're so embarrassed. When you ate earlier, your eyes didn't leave that handsome face. Can you see anything else? If you keep robbing me, I'm going to die of boredom. What can you do without doing this? ”

Nikki plugged, but she regained her mind and immediately rebutted: "You see clothes from people's cars and cell phones, do you mean me? I didn't even look closely at you, you little shrewd! ”

“Ah, you little Bichi dare to confess, you want to get beaten up again!” Monica's furious.

The two women fought in the streets hip-hop and threw Luke, the fighter, aside.

……

When Luke got in the car, the smile on his face quickly disappeared.

Instead of those two cheerful girls having lunch chats and suppressing their emotions, he really kind of wanted to kill those DEA black cops right away, especially the guy in the lead.

“Get Norman Stanfield's file out.” He said.

The in-vehicle system quickly displayed a profile on the console screen.

“Read his curriculum vitae and check the number and reasons for his complaints.” He went on to say.

The onboard system immediately began to recall Norman-Stenfield with a gentle female voice.

This Norman, the middle-aged man in the beige suit at the scene of the shooting, was also the head of the DEA team just now.

Listen to this guy's résumé, Luke grins.