When Harrison and the other man arrived in small steps, Luke was holding a gun in both hands, forcing the escaped prisoner in orange-red prison uniform, and said, "What a coincidence, Harrison, Jim."
Jim nodded and laughed dryly, "Hello, Luke."
When faced with a case like this, he, who was usually known for his outstanding marksmanship in the team, didn't get a single kill.
Harrison didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Okay, let's cuff them first and then talk, ok?"
Luke shrugged and motioned for the two to go ahead.
He put the Glock back under his armpit, glanced at the fugitive with his hands raised and said, "If you continue to run away, I will shoot you dead."
The fugitive was a thin young man, somewhat handsome, but with a gloomy look.
Hearing Luke's words, his eyes flickered and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Ok, I won't run away again. Can I ask your name?"
Luke raised his eyebrows: "You can think about this problem slowly in prison."
During this short conversation, the two people who were looking at each other had a thought in their minds: check this guy's information! If it is suitable, then kill him.
It’s just that young people think this way because they have always acted brutally.
Luke thought so, but he could see that the other party seemed to be intending to retaliate afterwards.
He wouldn't mind killing this kind of vindictive guy.
After Jim handcuffed the man, he went to their car and used the intercom to explain the situation to the police station.
Harrison looked at Luke and asked, "Investigating the case?"
Luke shrugged, "On my way to work. What about you? You've been so idle lately that you're still wandering the streets at almost nine o'clock?"
Harrison: "Same, go to the police station and report first. There is no free time, you know, now I am often pulled to train rookies."
Luke chuckled and said nothing.
Ever since his classic "Three Cowardly Truths" came out last time, the police academy's director Remick didn't dare let him pass on his experience anymore, for fear that he would teach the kids bad things.
In contrast, Harrison's words are vicious, but he is really serious about teaching those rookies and does not play tricks at all.
Luke glanced at the fugitive standing quietly beside him and said, "I'm afraid there's something wrong with his identity."
Harrison nodded: "Will you follow up on this case?"
Luke shook his head: "I don't have the time to spare. I still have classes to attend. You guys got to the case first, so you guys can follow along."
Harrison: ...What kind of classes are you taking? Don’t you have any idea what’s going on
Luke sneered in his heart: I check? This guy might die someday, why bother checking!
A patrol car and an ambulance arrived soon and carried a prisoner hijacker into the car.
Among the six gangsters, only the one knocked down by Harrison was still breathing; the other five died instantly, saving the effort of rescue.
After handing the person over to the arriving force, Luke and his companions said goodbye to Harrison and the others and drove to the police station.
When I found Elsa, I just casually mentioned the prisoner hijacking case, and she didn't care too much about it.
Only five prisoner robbers died, which was not a big deal at all.
Even if Luke and the other two told her that they had killed fifty prisoner robbers on their way to work, she would not be too surprised.
She motioned for Selina to close the door, then moved a file from the side to her, looked at the two of them and said solemnly, "Just look into this case casually, understand?"
Luke smiled and nodded, then took the file and flipped through it. "That case in the East District? You can even throw it to us? Aren't you afraid that the guys in the East District will protest that we're overstepping our bounds?"
Elsa also said with sarcasm: "The boss of the East District Police Department has been under a lot of pressure recently. After all, a district attorney, a judge, and an FBI agent are all dead, and the detective from the major crime squad involved in the case is also missing. Now all parties are putting pressure on him to give an explanation, but he doesn't care about his face, so he didn't object to the intervention of the headquarters."
Looking at Luke's expression, she emphasized, "But you're just here to assist in the investigation, ok?"
Luke: "Ok, we'll go over and see the quality of their female clerks, and by the way, check out their coffee machines."
He was muttering in his heart: I didn't slack off in the past, so should I turn myself in? Or arrest Bloodmint
Elsa nodded in satisfaction.
In this kind of joint investigation case, if the case is solved, the other party will get most of the credit, but if they interfere too much, most of the blame will fall on Luke's head.
Even if Luke solved the case, the East District Police Department would be grateful to him on the surface, but secretly they might feel that their incompetence had been exposed.
This request for assistance was issued directly by the General Administration.
The district attorney, judge and the FBI were under tremendous pressure, so the headquarters could only draw on the best and brightest officers from each branch to investigate this case.
Luke's partner, who had the highest crime-solving rate in Los Angeles, was naturally mentioned by the headquarters.
Luke didn't waste any time, he just threw the file to Selina and left.
The reason he was in a hurry to go out was not to investigate the case, but to eat.
The sudden prisoner van hijacking this morning left the two of them no time to go to the pastry shop to buy breakfast, and Luke and his friend were already hungry.
After going to the most familiar pastry shop and buying a lot of food, the two drove to the East District.
After a fake report to the East District Police Station, the two men tactfully left without staying there for even a second.
The female clerk didn't have time to look, and there was no trace of the coffee machine.
Because the attitude of the East District Serious Crime Squad leader doesn't seem to be grateful for their help.
After driving to the so-called crime scene, Luke and Selina parked the car on the side of the road and leaned on the hood of the car. Between them was an open food box filled with various pastries.
This was the street corner where he captured Diego Garcia and killed corrupt policeman Stan Carmichael and more than 30 members of the Garcia family that night.
More than 200 meters away from here, there is a scene where a female FBI agent was killed, so they decided to come here first.
The two men who had decided to take their time off certainly didn't really go to investigate, so they simply leaned on the hood of the car and ate breakfast.
Luke was eating a Napoleon cake while looking at the pattern on the huge advertising wall opposite him, feeling extremely strange.
Selina was also paying attention to the advertising wall, analyzing it with interest: "This graffiti... is quite interesting. Is it the logo of the new gang here?"
Luke hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "It doesn't look like it. The gang's graffiti taste is not that high."
Selina smiled and said vaguely, "The lower half is indeed not like that, it has a bit of sci-fi style, but what the hell is that in the upper half? A demon or a ghost?"
Luke's expression remained unchanged, and he sighed helplessly in his heart: How the hell do I know what the person who drew the graffiti was thinking? Am I that ugly!
On the advertising curtain wall opposite, the pattern on the lower half of the graffiti remained basically unchanged. It was still the woman with the double-winged hood holding the gun, and even the pool of blood on her head was still there.
However, there was a large area of darkness in the blank space above the head of this female gun angel.