The middle-aged man took the initiative to extend his hand: "Hello, Detective Luke. My name is Bill Yolinton, thank you very much for your help to Palmer."
Luke smiled and shook hands with the big Bill. "You're welcome. She is also my friend and a colleague in the investigation."
Bill had a stocky build, but his narrow, elongated eyes and thin, wide lips made him look rather grim.
There was only indifference in those nearly gray eyes, and even though Luke said thank you, he could not feel any enthusiasm.
Luke wasn't surprised.
This Bill is the deputy director of the Los Angeles branch of the DEA. Not only is he in a high position and has great power, but no one knows how many lives of drug dealers he has taken.
From this we can see how strong Palmer's backing is.
The people who wanted to kill her were probably afraid of being tracked down, and if they weren't careful they would have to face direct action from the big boss Bill.
Unlike most deputy directors who prefer to work in an office, Deputy Director Bill was promoted from a front-line agent, and his methods and temper are quite bad.
When he got angry, he was capable of fighting with the traffickers with his rifle.
The boss was obviously angered by the traffickers' continuous attacks tonight, and at the same time, the two detectives who were suspected to be insiders could not be handed over to the Los Angeles Police Department.
That's a family scandal, and the DEA should handle it themselves. It's not the Los Angeles Police Department's turn to deal with it.
This point cannot be discussed even if Luke rescued Palmer and discovered two agents who were suspected to be moles.
Only by keeping things under control within the agency can we prevent bad things from spreading and avoid a credibility crisis for the Los Angeles branch of the DEA.
Luke simply exchanged a few polite words with Deputy Director Bill and then tactfully left.
This person's rank is too high, and he's not a direct subordinate to the boss, so there's no need to try to get close to him.
Before leaving, he signaled to Palmer and took two steps away from the car.
Luke then smiled and said, "I'm going to use that favor."
Palmer: “Tell me about it.”
Luke: "No matter how busy you are with this case, don't forget to visit Martin occasionally. Just chat with him a few times, and then you can repay the favor. How about that?"
Palmer stared at him quietly for a moment before sighing, "Are you Martin's long-lost brother?"
Luke laughed. "With my looks, that's unlikely. Okay, deal?"
Palmer didn't hesitate and nodded slightly: "Deal."
Luke: "If possible, it would be best to have dinner with Martin. This is not a favor, just a suggestion." After saying that, he waved goodbye and turned to leave.
Palmer looked at his back with a smile on his face, shook his head and got into the car: "Let's go back to the bureau. We have a lot of work to do today."
Luke handed over the task to the patrolman and got into his car with Selina.
While driving, he called Elsa and said, "Boss, that sniper might be useful. Don't let the DEA know about it, and don't let them take people away easily. I'll tell you the situation when I get back."
The two returned to the police station.
Late at night, the police station that was bustling with people during the day was no longer bustling with people. There were only occasional shouting and ringing telephones.
I rushed to Elsa's office, only to find that Dustin was there too.
After the two of them went in and closed the door, Luke explained what had happened today.
Elsa didn't say anything, just looked at Dustin who was pacing there in thought.
After several minutes, Dustin nodded: "I know about this. You two should stop pursuing this case."
Luke shrugged. "Deputy Director Bill has already come out. I don't have the qualifications to investigate."
Dustin looked calm, but he was clear in his mind: Don't I know how courageous you are? If I don't tell you specifically, what will happen if you do all the work of the dealer
Luke's earliest military achievement was killing thirteen gunmen from a gang of traffickers in one night.
Dustin doesn't think that Luke will be soft-hearted when he encounters the drug dealers. It would be more in line with his character for him to be more ruthless.
Besides, today, Luke has dealt with several traffickers and gunmen.
In the afternoon, he handed over the two gunmen to the DEA and brought a sniper back to the police station.
Three gunmen were shot in the head that night and were directly carried onto the forensic department's body transport vehicle. One was shot three times in the chest and abdomen and died before the ambulance reached the hospital. Not a single one was left alive.
With this efficiency in sending people to the morgue, if Luke himself is not afraid, how could Dustin not be afraid
After Dustin gave the order, he said, "Okay, go back. You have to go to work tomorrow." Then he got up and left.
The three of them stood up and respectfully saw the boss off.
Elsa picked up the shoulder bag at the door and said, "Well, we finally closed a case. We'll continue working hard tomorrow."
Luke pouted, went out with Selina, and closed the office door for Elsa: "Boss, why don't you praise us?"
Elsa didn't even turn her head: "Forget it, just don't let me take the blame for the two cases you have on hand."
Luke remained silent.
He's not stupid.
It is almost certain that there will be disputes in the remaining two cases, the only difference is the number and severity.
Dustin and Elsa are the professionals when it comes to arguing, so he just needs to work hard on the case.
Elsa didn't mean to ask him to make a promise. This sentence was just a reminder for him not to go too far and make her and Dustin unable to bear it.
Three people, two cars, each going home.
After returning home and eating, Luke began to look up information.
He felt a little regretful.
The gang that ordered the gunman to kill Palmer was most likely 23rd Street, a fairly large gang in Los Angeles.
Well, he was also one of the key targets that Luke had cleared out in several dens.
But the gunmen were not members of 23rd Street, but belonged to another small gang, Hell Mushroom, which had business dealings with it.
Last time, Luke busted a lot of WD36 members, causing them to fight among themselves, which greatly increased the crime rate in Los Angeles.
Now that 23rd Street has been targeted by the DEA, it seems like I can take advantage of the situation to fish in troubled waters? He thought to himself.
Once the DEA's retaliation begins, both the police and the gangs will surely take major actions, and it would be normal for the gangs to have some accidental discharges of guns.
Luke had a plan in mind: Especially the small group that split off from WD36 and kept messing around, everyone should want to see them disappear, right? Including their colleagues.
The next morning, Selina saw Luke coming out of the bedroom after finishing his work. She was surprised and asked, "You haven't made breakfast yet?"
Luke chuckled: "I also want to sleep in sometimes. You know, I'm not like someone who can sleep until eight o'clock every day."
Selina pouted: "How many people can train until twelve o'clock and go to bed at one o'clock?"
Luke: "So, I prepared a new snack for you today."
Selina had already rushed into the bathroom reflexively and washed up quickly.
She knew that Luke would never allow her to touch the food without washing her hands, face and teeth.