However, Martin's hometown is in El Paso, further south of Shackelford, close to the Mexican border, which is notoriously chaotic.
Therefore, although Martin does not have the protection of the system father like Luke, he has also mastered the skills of killing.
That's all Palmer said. You can't blame Luke for being too caring towards his colleagues.
Palmer took the two men into the room next to the interrogation room. The two DEA agents next to them just glanced at them and said nothing.
These people were all handed over by Luke and the other two. In today's incident, Luke and the other two were on the same front.
The interrogation lasted an hour.
Luke was watching in the observation room next door with a calm expression, and Selina was also normal.
Starting with the Carlos family, the two would have no sympathy for drug dealers.
These two gunmen happened to be the backbone of a drug trafficking gang.
If it wasn't for squeezing the information out of them, Luke would have shot these two guys in the head on the spot.
Palmer came out with a tired face, looked at Luke and the others, and smiled apologetically: "I didn't scare you just now, did I?"
Luke grinned and gave a thumbs up: "I like your work efficiency."
Palmer chuckled and nodded: "The creator should be hiding in Webern Consulting Company."
As she spoke, she took out a file and turned to a page: "Stafford White, the company's major shareholder and chairman."
Luke looked at her: "You guys go, or do we go?"
Palmer hesitated for a moment and said, "If possible, could you let me come over here..." She looked a little embarrassed.
Luke raised his hand: "No problem. Remember, you owe me a favor."
Palmer was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "Okay."
For someone like her, favors are the thing she is most reluctant to owe.
Similarly, Luke is now reluctant to owe anyone a favor.
This is because this kind of favor means that even if you violate the rules in the future, you will have to repay it, otherwise your reputation will soon be ruined.
Luke laughed, "Don't worry, I won't keep it for too long."
Palmer nodded silently.
Luke: "But, again, we have to follow. We will not interfere with other issues until we find out who is behind this."
Palmer rolled his eyes: "Then your favor will be discounted."
Luke nodded decisively: "No problem." Anyway, this favor was not for himself, so he didn't care.
Everyone drove out and headed to Stafford White's residence.
More than twenty minutes later, three cars and five people arrived at a high-end apartment building.
After entering, Palmer showed his police officer ID to the administrator and security guard, and everyone waited there for the elevator.
At night, the 18-story apartment building was sparsely populated.
As the elevator came down, Luke's nose twitched, and he tapped Selina's arm beside him a few times in a regular and short rhythm without making any sound.
Selina understood immediately and shouted, "Oh, I should have gone to the bathroom. You guys go first, you don't have to wait for me."
Then, she walked to the administrator with an embarrassed look on her face: "Excuse me, is there a bathroom here?"
The administrator was stunned and hesitated: "Sorry, there is no public toilet here."
Selina looked even more embarrassed: "Can I use your bathroom?"
The administrator exclaimed in surprise, but did not agree immediately.
He didn't notice that while Selina was talking to him, Luke had already stepped forward and said, "Palmer, how about we go have dinner together after we're done? I have a bottle of 1982 Lafite."
Palmer was stunned for a moment, then his expression became normal: "Impossible. How can you afford that thing!"
Luke leaned over with a playful smile and said, "Maybe it was from 2002. I'm not very sensitive to numbers."
Behind them, the other two DEA agents looked at each other and asked, "What are you doing? It's not good to use your power for personal gain while carrying out a mission."
At this moment, the elevator dinged and slowly opened.
However, Luke had already taken the opportunity to strike up a conversation and moved closer to Palmer's back. He suddenly hugged the beautiful woman and rolled out.
Puff puff puff puff!
As the elevator door opened, two gunmen armed with Uzis opened fire.
At the same time, the administrator at the reception desk suddenly looked fierce, took out the pistol from his armpit, raised it and pointed it at Selina in front of him.
Selina seemed to be attracted by the sound of the elevator door opening over there, and just turned her head to look, looking completely defenseless.
But just as the administrator started to draw his gun, Selina suddenly pushed up with her hands on the counter, and her whole body flew up and lay on the reception desk. Her legs slanted upward, passed through the administrator's armpits, and suddenly clamped his neck.
She grabbed the administrator's right arm holding the gun with both hands, and pulled and twisted it with the strength of her legs.
Snap!
The administrator wailed.
Selina showed no mercy and violently twisted her wrists with both hands.
Crack! This time the administrator was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream. He just stood there with his mouth wide open, holding his breath helplessly.
The gun in his hand also fell on Selina, and she swept it away into the corner.
Selina then pulled out her gun and hit the administrator on the forehead with the butt of the gun, knocking him unconscious. She then rolled over and hid behind the counter.
Over there, Luke rolled out holding the beautiful Palmer, looking very embarrassed, but he moved incredibly quickly and hid in the corner of the stairs about seven or eight meters away.
His movements were strange and fast, and the two gunmen holding UZI submachine guns couldn't keep up. The bullets could only follow and hit the open space behind them.
Hiding in the corner, Luke threw Palmer back, pulled out the Glock from his armpit, raised his hand and waited for a few seconds.
Snap! Snap!
The two gunmen who had just emerged from the second floor rolled down screaming.
Luke didn't bother to look any further. When they fell onto the corner platform half a floor above, he pulled the trigger again.
Snap! Snap!
The two gunmen stopped shouting immediately.
Luke then looked at Palmer, raised his hand and made a few gestures, asking her to be alert in the direction upstairs.
This beautiful lady is not just a vase, although her appearance is enough to be a super beautiful vase.
When Luke shot dead the two gunmen coming down from upstairs, she had already taken out the pistol from her waist.
It was a Beretta 92FS, an expensive and beautiful little thing.
Luke was very satisfied to see the beautiful agent so calm. He pretended to touch his arms with his left hand, and a small mirror appeared in his hand.
He certainly has better stuff, but Palmer is right behind him, and it would not be a good idea to play too high-tech and expose his cards.
In fact, even the mirror was a cover-up for him.
The moment he extended the mirror in his left hand, the muzzle of the Glock in his right hand also extended out.
Bang!
"Ah!" With a scream, a gunman who was approaching was shot twice and fell down.
Luke looked calm and adjusted the muzzle of his gun slightly.
Bang!
The gunman's head exploded and his screams stopped abruptly.