Luke waved his hand: "No need. Anyway, I only target those gang members. What the mercenary wants to do or what he did is none of my business."
Elsa thought for a moment before nodding: "You know your limits, don't get involved in everything."
Luke smiled and nodded.
Selena next to her continued to cover up with her hands holding the cake, finally avoiding revealing her weird expression.
Sense of proportion? Intervention
Someone's sense of propriety is indeed unique, and there is no need to interfere anymore.
After saying this, Luke stood up and asked Selina to go out.
At this moment, he saw the door of Dustin's office diagonally opposite opened.
Martin and Roger came out.
Martin's expression was relatively calm, much better than his previous gloomy look.
Perhaps, seeing the enemy who murdered his wife and children die in front of his eyes, even if he did not do it himself, brought his soul to the long-lost peace.
What is gone will eventually pass, and what is alive will continue, this is life.
Roger's face is darker, not just because of his skin color, but because of the bad luck that he has.
Luke turned his head and asked, "Boss, why are Martin and Roger here?"
Elsa looked at the two people across from her and sighed, "They... caused some trouble in Mexico. I'm afraid they'll be annoyed by the Ministry of Internal Affairs this time. Dustin is having a headache over them."
Luke rolled his eyes and said, "Dustin can't do anything?"
Elsa smiled bitterly: "It's a big deal, I don't think the boss can do it."
This is already a very euphemistic way of putting it.
In fact, Dustin was almost helpless.
The trouble caused by Martin and Roger was not just a domestic problem.
These two guys had a big fight in Mexico, and it is said that more than three digits of members of the Dito Group were killed.
When Dustin heard the news, his head was about to explode.
Who the hell would have thought that Roger and Martin could accomplish such an earth-shattering "big thing" just by going there.
Now the Mexican police have requested that these two be brought over to "assist in the investigation."
The West District Police Station has not yet given in.
If the Mexican police really found some solid evidence, Roger and Martin would not be sent to Mexico, but they would definitely lose their jobs.
Luke didn't ask any more questions and left with Selina.
After driving out, he made a phone call: "Palmer, are you free? I want to ask you something, it's quite important."
An hour later, in a fast food restaurant not far from the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration), the three sat in a corner.
The beautiful agent Palmer took a sip of juice and got straight to the point: "What's the matter?"
She knew Luke's habits. He would not look for her unless it was important.
Luke: "Have you heard about Martin and Roger?"
Pal was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I heard about it."
Luke: "I don't know much about their situation, so I want to ask you, what is the worst that could happen to them this time?"
Palmer sighed and said, "They'll lose their jobs. The West District Police Department is pretty good in not letting them take the blame."
Luke chuckled: "What if, I mean if, your DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) shows up?"
Palmer frowned and sighed, "I tried, but Martin and Roger didn't join us in the investigation. The bureau... had too much objection."
Luke looked at Palmer's expression and knew that she had tried, but it seemed to be of no avail.
He smiled: "What if it's a deal?"
Palmer's heart moved.
If she had to say what impressed her most about Luke, it would definitely be human kindness.
Whenever they collaborated, she either owed him a favor or she repaid him a favor.
Now, another deal
She remained calm: "What do you mean?"
Luke: "A file on Dito Flores' business."
Palmer hesitated for a moment and shook his head. "If it is general information, it may not be enough. You may not know how big a deal Martin and Roger have done in Mexico this time."
Selina lowered her head wisely and took a big bite of the donut into her mouth, letting it puff up her cheeks.
Luke chuckled and said, "What if this information is something like Dito's internal account book?"
Palmer's eyes narrowed: "Where are you from..."
She stopped talking halfway.
Asking people where their information comes from is a big taboo.
Especially when it comes to information related to trafficking gangs, the slightest mistake could lead to the death of the informant's entire family.
Luke: "I can give you the things first, but I only have one request."
Palmer: “Speak.”
Luke: "If this thing is valuable enough, you should try your best to persuade your side to keep Martin and Roger's jobs."
Palmer hesitated.
Luke remained silent, watching the beautiful woman's changing expressions.
After several minutes, she nodded slightly: "Deal."
Luke smiled and nodded: "Don't be so stressed. No one can guarantee success. I just hope this information can be of some use."
As he spoke, he took out a USB drive and handed it to Palmer: "I won't waste your time. Text me if there is any progress."
Watching Luke and Selina get in the car and leave, Palmer stroked the USB drive in his hand, silent for a long time.
What Luke handed her were photos of those internal account books of Dito.
Just because he doesn't understand it doesn't mean the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) who deal with traffickers don't understand it.
He still has more trust in Palmer's character.
At least based on her feelings for Martin, she would try her best to help as long as the information was useful.
As long as the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) is willing to step forward and take charge of this matter, the problem in Mexico will be easily solved.
After all, the DEA is the only U.S. law enforcement agency that can fly planes directly into Mexico without reporting, and its operational power in Mexico is astonishingly large.
It's not the first time they have crossed the border to arrest traffickers without notifying the police, so they can definitely take the blame.
The premise is that the information is worth their coming forward.
After dealing with this matter, Luke and the others resumed their normal investigation schedule.
Except for leaving home a little later and returning early, everything else is the same as before.
Luke went out again that evening.
But this time, he called out the dollar first and grabbed its big dog head: "Stay at home and don't encourage Selina anymore, understand?"
Meidao looked confused, but a whimpering sound came from the tip of her nose.
Luke smiled and stood up, rubbing its head. "There will be delicious food tomorrow. Don't make mistakes again or you will have to spend more time on punishment."
Meidao whimpered a few more times, then turned around and went back to sleep.
This is of course Gold Nugget expressing his dissatisfaction.
As a result, Luke came back after only an hour.
This time he came up empty-handed.
The Demon Saints' lair was deserted.
Obviously, they were frightened by the annihilation of the Black Bone Group last night, and the boss and the middle-level leaders all hid themselves.
Luke didn't care.