The black policewoman hesitated for a moment before she spoke: "Three days ago in the morning, someone robbed a money truck. Our colleagues rushed over and all four of them died on the job."
As soon as these words came out, Luke and the others' faces darkened.
They killed four police officers at once. This group of robbers is extremely bold.
No wonder the black policewoman looked so busy and impatient.
Sonya apologized, as a concession for the little verbal dispute, and the four of them walked towards the office pointed out by the policewoman.
Sonya came over and said in a low voice: "Luke, if we come here at this time, will it be..."
Luke was helpless: "Who knew it would be such a coincidence? But they are all police officers, can we not investigate?"
Sonya frowned and said nothing.
Four police officers from the Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department died in the line of duty. Didn’t the Texas Ranger named Mark also die in the line of duty
When Luke walked into the door of the office and looked inside, his eyes twitched: holyshxt! Who are you going to go to war with
This office is not of high quality, it is just separated by some wood panels and glass, but it is quite spacious.
In a room of more than 50 square meters, more than a dozen policemen were looking murderous, checking their equipment and weapons in their hands.
Not to mention m4a1 and ar15, there are even expensive items like hk416, but isn’t this too exaggerated
The special police also need to be equipped with some submachine guns. These county police are all equipped with heavy firepower.
A policeman facing the door saw Luke, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
Luke took out his police ID and showed it to the police: "West Los Angeles Police Department, Luke."
The man was stunned: "What's the matter?"
Luke: "I'm here about the murder of a Texas Ranger."
The man looked grim, turned around and shouted, "Big-Nick, there's a detective from the West District Police Station here to investigate the case."
The people in the office stopped what they were doing almost at the same time and looked over.
After a moment, a tall, bearded, middle-aged white man came over with an unhappy look on his face: "What do you want to check?"
Luke said calmly, "Mark Owen, the Texas Ranger who was shot and killed three days ago, remember?"
Bearded Nick frowned: "Huh? So what?"
Luke: "So, I want to know who approved the escort route."
Bearded Nick's face turned cold: "It's me. What else do you want to ask? Do you need to take me back to your police station interrogation room?"
Luke's expression remained calm: "Mark Owen was a police officer. He died in the line of duty. I think his family needs an answer."
Nick looked unhappy, but he didn't dare to say anything radical.
Anyone who dares to mock the police officers who died in the line of duty will be ostracized. After all, no one likes their colleague to be a scum who doesn't even respect the police officers who died in the line of duty.
Besides, a colleague of theirs had just died in the line of duty, so they couldn't speak carelessly.
"I see you are very busy. Can you save each other's time and find a place to talk?" Luke said.
Bearded Nick gestured, and several people walked to the corner of the office. He kicked away a man who was busy packing his equipment and said, "Go over there and give a seat to our dear lapd colleague."
The man was kicked, but he grinned at Luke with mockery in his eyes.
Luke didn't even look at the man.
He knew that his appearance could easily make people look down on him, but he didn't rely on his looks to make a living.
The conversation lasted less than ten minutes before Luke said goodbye and left.
Sonya left the office and wanted to say something, but Luke interrupted her: "Let's talk about it outside."
Sonya looked around and shut her mouth.
After leaving the house and on the way to the open-air parking lot next to it, Luke finally spoke: "Sonia, what did you find?"
Sonya hesitated, but still spoke: "Luke, did you notice what those people were wearing?"
Luke hummed, "They are all handmade, not cheap. Anything else?"
Sonya: "And shoes. Although I can't recognize everyone's shoes, I happen to recognize the brand of the pair of leather boots on Big-Nick's feet. They are from a small handmade shoe store in Los Angeles."
Luke chuckled: "Let me guess, the price is quite touching, right?"
Sonya nodded. "I wanted to buy a pair for my dad as a birthday gift last time, so I asked about the price. The cheapest custom-made pair costs nearly two thousand dollars. And the calfskin special pair that Team Leader Nick is wearing costs at least double that price."
Selina, who was listening nearby, clicked her tongue and said, "Isn't that enough for several weeks' salary for us?" As she said that, she looked at the boots on her feet.
Well, the boots on her feet are also handmade, and there are no logos on them because Luke modified them for her.
Compared to her pair of truly custom-made, handmade boots, Big Nick's calfskin boots were rubbish.
The special alloy compartments used in her boots alone are worth nearly ten thousand dollars, not to mention Luke's labor costs.
At the side, Alexandro, a young Hispanic detective with the same name as the second-generation drug dealer killed by Luke, also spoke up: "Several of their watches are quite valuable."
Luke looked over and asked, "About how much?"
Alexander: "There are three to five thousand dollars, and there are two that cost more than ten thousand dollars."
Selena and Sonya were both amazed.
It's not uncommon for a policeman to wear such an expensive watch occasionally, but the group of guys just now are front-line police officers who often have to fight with others, so wearing such expensive watches is obviously problematic.
Dirty-cop!
This word popped up in everyone's mind.
Don’t think that the American police are strict. In fact, many of them are not honest.
The Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department is the largest county-level police department in the United States and the fourth largest police department in the United States. It manages the vast surrounding area of downtown Los Angeles and provides law enforcement services to 42 of the 88 cities in the jurisdiction.
Its number of employees is no less than that of the Los Angeles Police Department, and the population under its jurisdiction is almost the same as that of downtown Los Angeles.
Being a police officer in this huge county police department, expecting everyone to be honest and law-abiding is a joke.
Honest policemen have no chance of getting along here. Without sufficient flexibility and skills, they will not be able to cope with the complicated affairs and interest relations within the police station.
Dustin is about to be promoted to captain, and he doesn't dare to wear those expensive handmade leather boots and clothes, as well as famous watches.
Bearded Nick is just a sergeant, but he dares to wear it openly. He is very brave.
Luke noticed more details.
With his keen eyesight, he could easily find that among the dozen or so people in the room, four or five had tattoos of the same pattern.
These are just the tattoos exposed outside the clothes; other people may not have these tattoos.
Obviously, Sheriff Nick the Bearded is not alone, he has a group of very loyal subordinates, or brothers.
While we were talking, we arrived at the parking lot, opened the doors and got into our cars.
Sonya asked through the open car window, "Where to now?"