Close-ups of these bear parents show their faces full of flesh, being rude, using foul language, spitting at the mouth, and being physical.
Luke said a few words to the older sheriff, and then two men glared at him fiercely: "What are you doing? Are you a reporter?"
Luke smiled and pulled out his police badge: "I am responsible for the security of this campground. Do you need me to drive you to the road and stand there?"
The two men remained silent.
The place where they were staying temporarily was next to the entrance of the campground, which happened to be under Luke's jurisdiction.
The older sheriff gave Luke a "well done" look before walking over to make arrangements for the next trip.
Otherwise, if two more people in this group go missing, we will have to find people to search the mountain.
They didn't send anyone to search the mountain for the naughty kid because the FBI notice had already come down.
The six naughty kids were confirmed dead, so the sheriff certainly wouldn't waste his efforts, but these naughty parents just wouldn't give up.
Looking at the people quarreling there, Luke shook his head.
If you are really worried about the children, what were you doing before? Allowing them to grow weeds and kill people in the mountains cannot be explained by carelessness for one or two days.
To his keen sense of smell, these people all had a familiar smell.
Weed! Processed weed.
The intensity of the smell proved that these people did not pick up this smell by chance.
Luke narrowed his eyes, remembering that when he last asked the kid who was shot, he seemed to have said "This is our job."
At that time, he thought it was the division of labor among the children themselves, but now it seems that this may not be the case.
Luke sneered in his heart and walked back to the campsite, not intending to watch these people's poor performance.
Looking for a child? I'm afraid you're not going to check the weeds!
Just after he went back, several cars drove up from the distance on the highway, all of them black SUVs.
A few minutes later, several SUVs stopped at the entrance of the campground, and bearded Nick got out of the car in a swagger.
Looking at the middle school students inside, he muttered "damn it" under his breath, but still obediently threw away the cigarette in his hand, stepped on it, and walked into the campsite.
After a moment, bearded Nick looked at Luke drinking tea and basking in the sun by the lake, and a faint sense of humor emerged in his heart.
He informed Luke in the middle of the night that Luca Barton wanted to use him to take the blame for the police murder case, and he had not forgotten about it.
Secondly, it was to repay Luke for helping him catch the robbers.
Bearded Nick is a man whose methods and actions are not very clean, but he is very particular about this. He always feels uncomfortable because he owes Luke a favor.
Mainly, Luke's temperament is too clean, and he seems to be a completely different kind of policeman.
Even if the two of them were not hostile, he subconsciously didn't want to owe Luke anything.
This mentality is similar to the bad students in school not wanting to owe favors to good students.
As a result, shortly after that night, the FBI sent a notice.
Luca Patton and six other county police officers were all attacked and killed by an unknown assailant. Wade Davis died, as did six children who boarded the camping boat.
And then... Luke was fine.
Bearded Nick is not a good boy. Before coming, he threatened the innkeeper.
The innkeeper confessed everything without hesitation. He didn't want to care about any conflict between the county police and the young man anymore. He just wanted to be an ordinary citizen.
After listening to the store owner's story, Bearded Nick was silent for a long time and then drove off.
Luca Barton was doomed to fail, and there was no chance for him to recover. A dead person, of course, cannot recover.
And the department that came out to close the case and clean up the mess was actually the FBI.
This gave Bearded Nick a new perspective on Luke, and that was why he decided to meet Luke.
If you can't be close friends, don't be enemies either.
Fortunately, his previous call was not in vain.
Luke put down the teacup in his hand, looked at the bearded Nick, smiled and stood up: "Let's go, there are too many students here."
The two walked around the lake and talked for several minutes.
Nick came over just to meet Luke and then asked about Luca Barton.
Of course Luke said he didn't know the details of the case, but his expression made Bearded Nick understand.
Even if Luke is just a lucky lackey, Nick doesn't want to mess with someone who has such luck that he could kill Luca Barton and six others at the same time.
After the discussion, Luke sent Bearded Nick to the camp gate. Bearded Nick hesitated and suddenly said, "If you have any problems in Los Angeles County in the future, you can find me."
This is a clear signal to make friends.
To Nick's surprise, Luke nodded with a smile on his face: "Okay, I just happened to ask you a favor."
The two stood near the door, and not far away a group of bear parents had just finished arguing and finally decided to hit the road.
Luke said a few words, and both of them looked at the car carrying the bear parents as they drove away.
In less than two minutes, bearded Nick waved goodbye, trotted to the car, opened the door and got in, already saying, "Let's go, there's work to do. Follow the group that just left."
As he spoke, his eyes were cast towards Luke who was still patrolling the campground, and he cursed, "Shh! I misjudged this guy, he's a smiling tiger."
The subordinates nearby couldn't help but ask, "Luca Barton and the others?"
Bearded Nick's expression changed: "Whatever the FBI says, that's it. Otherwise, do you still want to help them get revenge?"
The subordinate laughed dryly twice and said nothing.
The meaning of this sentence is very clear, that is, don't mess with this young man, otherwise the next time the FBI announces it, it might be your own death.
The county police received a report that the death toll in this case was as high as fourteen (the store owner Stephen was also confirmed to have been killed), including six county police officers. However, there was no media coverage of this incident, and even the top county police officers remained silent.
Bearded Nick and his gang were used to doing the job of cleaning up the mess, so they were sent here to handle the task.
Their backers told them that they should just come and take a look around and not investigate the case seriously.
"Asshole, why don't you drive? Don't you want to fuck that big-butt black girl of yours tonight?" Nick spat out the window, cursing his men while lighting a cigarette for himself.
The subordinate smiled and started the car: "Boss, aren't we here just to pretend?"
Bearded Nick slapped him on the back of the head and said, "Drive."
After he finished yelling, he lowered his voice and said, "Someone gave me accurate information. The group of people just now were secretly growing weeds on the mountain, and they have been selling them for a long time."
The subordinate was stunned, and then overjoyed: "Shall we go and take away the pot for them?"
Nick hummed, but still said, "Don't be too ruthless. I promised someone to send these guys to jail for a few years."
The subordinate laughed and said, "Well, we won't touch the ones we have planted. But the others..."
Nick thought about it and nodded. "The rest is up to you. These guys have been selling weed privately for so long, they must have a lot of cash that can't be seen in public. That's the point."