Selina waited until the video finished playing, then pulled out the photos of two people: "Based on the physical characteristics of these two people, I asked Sonya to help search the surveillance cameras on the nearby streets before the incident and found these two suspects."
The first person in the photo is a man with some Indian ancestry named Crystal Weiss.
The other was a middle-aged white man named George Hake.
"Both of them have criminal records. You should be able to guess the charges," Selina said.
“Robbery?” Luke looked away and continued cooking.
Selina: "Yes, but George Hack's most serious crime was robbing a jewelry store. Crystal Weiss... He really specialized in robbing banks. But neither of the cases in which these two were charged killed anyone, so one of them was imprisoned for two years and the other was imprisoned for a year and a half, and then they were released again."
Luke smacked his lips. "Well, it looks like the prison is almost full, and the parole officers can't wait to throw all these guys out and put them back in harm's way."
Selena didn't continue the conversation. After all, this was the truth. The prison emergency in the United States was not an exaggeration.
Taking the crime rate in Los Angeles as an example, if some prisoners with minor sentences are not thrown out, the prison will really have no place to keep people.
She just continued, "Elizabeth helped investigate and found out that these two people don't have formal jobs now. According to gossip, they are both doing irregular odd jobs in Los Angeles."
Luke: "Killer? Or mercenary?"
Selina: "Almost, but not that serious. I just take small jobs, such as collecting debts, seeking revenge, and beating people up. I live a normal life."
“So, they’re planning to do something big this time.” Luke stuffed the things in his hand into the oven.
He clapped his hands and said, "Okay, we understand the situation. After dinner, we will go to the professionals for consultation."
Selina: "Okay, what are we having for dinner tonight?"
Luke: “Eat chicken.”
…
As night fell, a small bar in the East Side of Los Angeles was filled with smoke.
The music in the bar was a mess, and the people inside were a mess too.
All kinds of messy clothes and tattoos are on every customer's body, mixed with all kinds of sweat, body odor, perfume, smoke and alcohol, making this place seem like hell.
This isn't hell, but the smell is definitely hellish.
The people inside are either ugly, ferocious, or have fat faces.
Luke and Selina came in, attracting some attention, but most people were still having fun.
Luke wore a rare hip-hop style long T-shirt and baggy shorts, the kind that almost dropped to his knees, and a blond half-long wig and a mustache.
Even so, his outfit is still the most refreshing in the bar.
Selena also wore a purple wig and put on more colorful makeup, and her usual appearance was completely different from what she usually looked like.
She was also wearing a similar oversized hip-hop style T-shirt, but the tight vest underneath wrapped her upper body tightly, causing many people to regretfully look away.
When he arrived at the bar, Luke looked up at a blackboard behind the bartender. On it were a bunch of confusing names and amounts of money.
He didn't care too much and knocked on the bar: "Two glasses of purified water."
The bartender looked calm and quickly poured two glasses of ice water. "New here?"
Luke smiled and nodded: "I guess so. Let's find two people."
The bartender said "oh" and didn't respond.
Luke didn't care and said casually, "I heard from someone that one of them is called George and the other is called Crystal. They are quite measured and won't touch anything. I want to ask them to do some small job for me."
The bartender paused, looked up at him for a moment, smiled and shook his head: "Kid, this is not the place for you to come. Go home to your girlfriend, watch a movie, and communicate about life. It's better."
Luke chuckled and took Selina beside him: "Sorry, I already have one."
The bartender's eye twitched, but he said, "Then you don't need to call your girlfriend, just go home."
Luke sighed, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked sideways.
A man just opened the door and came in not far away, cursing.
Walking to the bar, the man took out a card and two hundred dollars and said to the bartender: "Give the money back to that little girl. I am a killer, not Jiji Rescue Company. Her boyfriend was beaten up by a love rival, what does it have to do with me? The pretty boy deserves to be beaten."
"Sam, are you handing out bar ads everywhere again? How come even a kid who's jealous can come to your crappy bar to hire a killer?" At this point, he glanced at Luke and the other man beside him and smiled naturally: "Well, the kid isn't talking about you."
Luke touched his face and smiled, "Actually, I don't mind people calling me a pretty boy. Because that usually proves that I'm more handsome than him."
Visitor: …
Bartender: …
The man knocked on the bar, signaling the bartender to serve the drinks, and said, "Generally speaking, a pretty boy is synonymous with sissy, not handsome. A truly handsome man should be like me. See?"
He gestured with his hand over his stubble, then gestured with his light blue T-shirt on his chest.
Luke was silent for a moment, then said, "If being sloppy because of not shaving for a few days, or having a dirty T-shirt that hasn't been washed for a few days can be called handsome, then the value of the word handsome will be greatly reduced."
The bartender next to him burst out laughing and spilled a lot of the wine in his hand.
"Wade, children always like to tell the truth. You are not the emperor, and others will not flatter you with your 'handsome' new clothes." As he spoke, he wiped off the wine stains with a towel, and without refilling the wine, he placed the half-filled glass of wine in front of the visitor.
The guy named Wade picked up the wine with dissatisfaction and took a sip: "Damn, did you mix water into this wine? Why is it getting harder and harder to drink?"
The bartender said calmly: "The alcohol content is too high. You will destroy my bar more often. In order to save you some money on tables, chairs and cups, I add more ice. Is that wrong?"
"Swindler!" Wade muttered and said nothing more.
Luke watched the two of them arguing with a smile, and then he said to Wade, "Mr. Killer, I have a business here. Do you want to take it?"
Wade glanced at him, and glanced at the Sinana behind him again: "You won't want me to help you go to the enemy? Well, although your ability is good."
Selina snorted coldly and turned her head away in dissatisfaction.
The implication of Wade's words is very problematic.
Doesn't this mean that it's rare for Luke, who is so young, to date a mature beauty like her
Luke smiled and shook his head: "I'm looking for two people."
The bartender over there was busy with his own business, with an attitude of "whatever you want to do".
Wade became interested: "Remuneration?"
Luke: "The exact location for both of them, one thousand dollars."