Super Detective in the Fictional World

Looking at Luke's brand new cool sunglasses, Dustin looked at the hall air window.

The light coming in is pretty bright, but there's really no big sun out there.

“Nice pair of sunglasses you just bought?” He asked casually.

Luke: “Well, all of a sudden I want to change my glasses. ”

Dustin has nothing to say about the richest man's arbitrariness: "… well, get down to business. You gave it to headquarters the day before yesterday, about the murder of a bunch of upstate dealers, that Norman from the DEA, remember? ”

I visited him “kindly” the night before yesterday, how could I not remember. Luke muttered in his heart and nodded: "Look at that crazy senior agent. ”

Dustin sighed: "Last night, John grabbed this Norman, and the scene was another bunch of traffickers' bodies, as well as several agents from that group in Norman, all dead, and only Norman was seriously injured. ”

Luke showed surprise: “DEA so fierce? ”

Dustin laughed sarcastically: "It was fierce. They quickly got word and took Norman away. ”

Luke: “So this has nothing to do with us? ”

Dustin looked outside the office, making sure no one was standing there, and then he lowered his voice: "But John brought me a camera that Norman traded with the dealer, and then went all the way inside. ”

Luke sounded softly, shocked: “How did this happen? ”

Dustin leaned slightly: “This was found by John at the scene. I presume that the traffickers wanted to film the course of the deal, and as a grip on Norman, they didn't expect the talks to collapse, and this thing fell into our hands. ”

Luke thought about it and asked, "Boss, what do you mean? ”

Dustin threw the pen in his hand, loosened his tie and bit his teeth: “I don't know what the hell to do. John, this guy is really gonna get me in trouble. He ran into a patrol car on his way out of work and hitched a ride, and he got me this hot potato. ”

Luke's eyes turned, “Boss, are you trying to impress Norman? ”

Dustin took another look out of the office and said, "Yesterday I had a look at Norman's bottom, and he was in the top of the DEA in New York. Otherwise, with the basket he stabbed out over the years, why have you been working steadily at DEA? ”

Luke rubbed his forehead: "So troublesome? Well, throw the tape out. ”

Dustin: "To whom? ”

Luke hey hey smile: "Thanks, think about our big boss. ”

Dustin was silent and his eyes were blurred.

He's actually planning on doing the same, but he's just a little upset.

In the video, Norman himself admitted that he was selling tons of contraband drugs a year.

It's only been a year, and Norman's been sitting as a senior agent for five years.

This case is truly clear. It will definitely bring out the big fish, and it will definitely do a lot of good.

But that's why Dustin threw the mouse whiskey up.

Norman is the iron of some big DEA guy in New York.

He sells tons of illegal drugs a year, saying the boss doesn't know unless he has no brain.

You can't be a big DEA man in New York without brains.

Besides, Norman sold so many contraband drugs, where'd the money go?

Norman couldn't eat such a big piece of cake himself, that's the only one who could eat it.

Or a bunch of people that the old man represents.

Since this group of people dares to deal with the traffickers for a long time, it is not difficult for the traffickers to identify several of the dead to take out those who want to expose them, and they will never be involved in this group.

So this footage can only be given to Luke's big boss, First Deputy Commissioner Brad of NYPD.

For a moment of thought, the great age sighed helplessly: "That's all I can do. ”

He has neither a sense of career nor a sense of justice.

If possible, he really wants to look into the case.

Too bad he can't.

On top of that, Brad would not support a public kick out of a case of this level.

Dustin's old boss is more like a systemic creature, and in the face of such a big event, only interests are considered.

Justice? Can you cook?

To come down, Dustin couldn't have been alone in finding out the case. He had to ask his men to help him.

It's a big deal, he has to use his own iron.

But once the other party strikes back, it will definitely involve the person concerned.

He had the courage to take his own chances, and maybe Luke and Selena weren't afraid.

But what about Elsa? Where's Elizabeth?

These two young men did not change their careers until they reached the age of forty, and it was not difficult to reach the captain.

A young, talented man, maybe a fortified Elsa later on.

He can't take all the old men on this boat into the ditch because of his personal thoughts.

Asked Luke what he valued most about his men's attitude, and Dustin died.

This really needs to be investigated. Others may not get caught flying in two days and die instantly.

Only Luke has the ability to protect himself and clear the case.

But looking at Luke's attitude, Dustin knew he didn't mean to keep track.

Nor would Dustin feel the cowardice of Luke.

DEA is not the Esworth family, it is the number-one violent agency in the United States.

They're better at solving problems from the people themselves than Esworth, who plays power.

For this case involving tons of contraband drug smuggling, those involved in the DEA would never mind using this best technique.

Make up your mind, Dustin.

Out of the station, Luke and Selena split up.

Selena drove away with the gold, and she was going shopping.

She had hardly relaxed since coming to New York, and she had chosen to give herself a vacation when Luke had made it clear that she was going to take a few days off.

Luke took a taxi home to Clinton to see if Lawyer Horse was working as usual today.

Lucky day, a taxi just dropped off on the street.

Luke looked at the man in the suit who was throwing up on the ground and opened the door and sat in, laughing, “Clinton District. It is also important to keep this“ aircraft "under 50 kilometres per hour. ”

The driver in the front row turned his head: “Hey, going to the Hell's Kitchen is about to add... money, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh, my God. Am I hallucinating? Kid, tell me if it's like this. ”

Listening to a series of rushing, clear, rhythmic words, Luke laughed and pulled out a hundred dollar knives and stuffed them in through the cash slip: "OK, pay you a hundred dollar fare first. ”

The driver laughed, grabbed the money and stuffed it in his pocket and drove off. He still didn't forget to say: "Just give the money generously, I'm sure it's you. Drive so long, pay generously without you, pay younger than you, pay generously without you, and more importantly, they are not handsome without you. ”