Sonya looked a little weird, as if she wanted to laugh, but she finally held it back: "Okay, my description was inaccurate. In fact, the shortest "limb" is not broken, it's just swollen several times."
Luke couldn't help scratching his head: "So cruel?"
Sonya finally chuckled, "Because these guys were trying to rape women when they encountered this 'vigilante', and then they were kicked in the groin from behind, and then the rest of their limbs were broken."
Luke smiled bitterly in his heart, but his expression did not change much: "To be honest, I actually want to do this, so does this vigilante have any clues?"
Sonya shook her head: "No. The injured were all hooligans who liked to fight. There is no evidence to prove that they were injured by the same person. And you know, recently the district prosecutor and the judge have strongly urged us to reduce the efficiency of handling cases and the number of cases filed..."
Luke smacked his lips. "Well, let's just pretend this vigilante doesn't exist. What about the other thing?"
Sonya: "Did you hear the news yesterday? The bodies of three gang members were hung on the Ferris wheel at the East Side Amusement Park."
Luke nodded. "I've heard of it. Could this also be related to Mr. Vigilante?"
Sonya shook her head. "It's nothing. It's just that this matter has become a big deal today. I'm afraid the district attorney and the judge will be even busier now."
Luke raised an eyebrow: "A lot of people died? Or were a lot of people captured?"
Sonya: "This morning, according to the grapevine within the police department, a lawyer, a district attorney, and a recently retired criminal court judge have all died between yesterday and today."
Luke frowned: "Vendetta?"
Sonya nodded. "The lawyer was found drowned in his own pool, and the district attorney's entire house was on fire, including him. The retired judge's house was blown up to the sky, and his body was not enough to fill an evidence bag when it was found at the scene."
Luke drummed his hands on the table.
This method is too cruel.
Especially the way the judge was killed in the last case, which was definitely a result of deep hatred.
Burning down the house is just a common method used by gangs to destroy the scene, and it is not uncommon.
Sonya couldn't help but look around for a moment, then pulled her chair closer and lowered her voice: "It is said that these three dead are related to a case five years ago, and the only surviving victim of that case has returned."
Luke sighed: "After all this time, you're here to slap me in the face today, right?"
Sonya was stunned: "What?"
Luke spread his hands. "You said that either the vigilante helped beat up the thugs, or the victims took revenge on some corrupt guys. It seems that we legal workers are all villains."
Sonya moved her lips and found herself speechless.
When you think about it this way, it’s true.
She stood up in annoyance, grabbed two bags of lunch and left: "This is Ah Mo Rui Ken! This is our world! What can I do?"
Luke just said "hey", and when she turned her head, he smiled and said, "Thank you for the news."
Sonya kept a straight face for a moment, but couldn't help laughing. She raised the paper bag in her hand and said, "Didn't you pay for the information? Let's go."
As he watched Sonya leave, Luke pondered the first of the two pieces of information.
The latter case would undoubtedly be a major case in Los Angeles, but it happened in the East District, not his jurisdiction.
The key point is that the line of lawyer-district prosecutor-judge is most likely a dirty case of corruption and abuse of power. He is really not interested in helping some people who have lost their bottom line to get revenge.
The first news...
Luke narrowed his eyes and checked the time.
It's already 9:20 and that guy hasn't arrived yet.
But even if someone arrived, he couldn't question him in the police station, so he was not in a hurry at all.
At this time, another number called.
He looked at it, but had no impression of the number at all.
After the call was connected, he casually asked, "Who are you looking for?"
A somewhat dry and hoarse voice came from the other end: "I'm Tony Stark. Where did the things you delivered yesterday come from?"
Luke unconsciously sat up straight from the back of his chair, a smile on his face: "Do you think it's appropriate to talk about this over the phone?"
There was silence for a moment before he said, "I'll send a car to pick you up at ten o'clock."
Luke: "Okay, I'm at the police station."
The call was hung up.
Luke stroked his chin and chuckled: Returning favors is the hardest thing.
Just as he was thinking about how to communicate with a certain rich young man, his cell phone rang again.
He picked up the phone again and found another unfamiliar number, again from South America.
Luke still answered it: "Who are you looking for?"
"Luke?" a female voice sounded.
Luke's mind raced, "If you're talking about the Luke who "buys you a drink," then that's me."
The other person was silent for a moment: "Well, actually guarana and raspberry juice are both pretty good."
Luke smiled: "What's the matter?"
The caller was Rebecca.
He didn't think that this person would call him for no reason.
She should still be being hunted by the mutual aid association, so try to avoid external contact.
After a moment, he hung up the phone again, looking strange: "No way? Do I have to get involved in this matter?"
He took out a chocolate lollipop, slowly peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth. However, his mind was racing, thinking about the news he had just received on the phone and calculating what benefits he could get from it.
Helping is one thing, but how much benefit you can get is another.
He never has too many experience points and has gained a lot of experience in increasing revenue and reducing expenditure. This good habit must be maintained.
At this moment, footsteps were heard, and then someone was rummaging through the food boxes on the table.
Luke didn't even look up, he just asked, "Didn't you have breakfast?"
"You have to ask Elizabeth." Selina's voice sounded.
Luke tilted his head: "So, you didn't eat either?"
Elizabeth smiled awkwardly, holding the brown paper bag that Selina had just handed to her: "No."
Selina ate a crab sandwich and stuffed a dollar into the eagerly waiting one beside her: "There's nothing in her refrigerator except a few bottles of soda, not even a piece of cheese."
Elizabeth was a little embarrassed, but there was nothing to be ashamed of.
The two people in front of me are too familiar.
Luke: "She lives alone. She usually works overtime or gets up early. Isn't it normal that there is no food at home?"
Selena thought so too.
It's rare to find an American who likes to stock up on food as much as Luke does.
Of course, people like Elizabeth who don't prepare any ready-made food are a minority.
Elizabeth soon ran off with the crab sandwich.
Mainly talking about the issue of cooking, she felt that she needed further studies and was not qualified to participate in such a high-level cooking discussion at this stage.