Luke smiled: "Whether they go to jail or continue to be at large is the business of law enforcement. Whether they go to heaven or hell after they die is God's business."
I just need to send people to God! He looked at the long road ahead and said silently in his heart.
"Do you want to hear a song? How about I sing one for you?" he suddenly asked.
Selina hummed, lowered the backrest, and prepared to fall asleep listening to nursery rhymes.
Someone's singing level can at most be guaranteed not to run away.
If I have to describe it, it's dry and not round at all.
Someone is also very self-aware. He usually just hums a few times and rarely finishes half a song.
Selena had no expectations at all.
“from the dusty mesa, her looming shadow grows…” A low and soft singing voice sounded in the car.
She gradually became absorbed in listening and fell asleep unknowingly.
Suddenly, she woke up and looked at the sky outside the window: "How long have I slept?"
Luke: “Less than an hour.”
Selina: "I think I heard sirens?"
Luke pouted, "Yes, you'd better tidy up your appearance and put your hands where they can see them."
Selina glanced in the rearview mirror. "State troopers?"
Luke slowed down and replied, "They are waiting just past that intersection. They are probably looking for trouble and want to issue a ticket."
Selina rolled her eyes.
In the past, it was okay for them to issue tickets to others, but unfortunately this time it was someone else's turn to issue them tickets.
Two uniformed state troopers got out of the police car, one white and one Hispanic.
They held the gun handles with one hand, approached from both sides, and shouted slowly: "Kids, please put your hands where we can see them."
Approaching the car window, the two state troopers asked the two men to show their driver's licenses.
Luke smiled and slowly took out his driver's license from his chest and handed it over: "Officer, is there any problem?"
The white state trooper took his driver's license, compared his photo with the one on the license, and asked, "Are you speeding?"
Luke laughed: "Officer, my speed was only about 70 kilometers per hour, right?"
The white state trooper glanced over and said, “We’ll tell you how fast you were going.”
Luke said "oh" and heard another Hispanic state trooper asking for Selina's identification.
Selina's eyes met his as he turned around, and she slowly took out her driver's license from her chest and handed it over.
Their driver's licenses and IDs are real, but of course the people themselves are definitely fake.
It's just that after the two of them put on makeup, their appearance became closer to the ones in these certificates.
"Okay, get out of the car," said the white state trooper outside Luke's car door.
Luke didn't say anything this time and got out of the car with Selina.
Then the white state trooper stepped back two steps, unfastened the buckle of the holster with his right hand, and said, "Now we suspect you are carrying illegal drugs. Please put your hands on the roof of the car and cooperate with our inspection."
Luke laughed and did as he was told: "Is that so?"
The white state trooper was stunned, but still nodded to the Hispanic state trooper.
The Latino state trooper came up and started groping Luke's upper body with his hands, then moved to his back.
Taking advantage of the cover of the vehicle, the Latino state policeman quickly reached into his trouser pocket.
Then his expression changed, he moved his hands a few times, and turned to look at his companions.
The white state trooper next to him frowned: "What did you find?"
The Latino state trooper looked confused, but could only shake his head: "No."
The white state trooper was visibly stunned: "What?"
The Latino state trooper shook his head slightly and said, "Really not."
The white state trooper's expression changed. He suddenly pulled out a wine bottle from his pocket and threw it to the Hispanic state trooper. At the same time, he said, "I suspect you are driving under the influence. Now I have to take you back for a blood test."
The Latino state trooper took the jug, opened the spout and poured the wine into Luke's car.
The strong smell of alcohol diffused in the hot air under the setting sun.
Selina on the other side of the car raised the corner of her mouth slightly, revealing a sneer.
Luke put his hands down and turned around slowly: "No need to bother, the performance of the two officers can end now."
The white state trooper frowned, his right hand slightly raised, his finger on the trigger circle.
"You!" Luke raised his hand and pointed at him, then at the Hispanic state trooper: "And you, you are just someone's lackey."
The white state police officer said gloomily: "You'd better not talk nonsense, otherwise..."
Luke withdrew his hand slightly, and shook his fingers erect: "No, no, no, you must talk to me more later."
The white state trooper felt something was wrong, but his mission was not to kill people, and he did not have the courage to directly shoot the two young men.
In fact, he and his companions knew very well that the two young men had not violated any rules, and had not drunk alcohol or taken illegal drugs.
It won’t take long to issue a test report for drunk driving or drug driving, so it would be difficult to detain the person forever.
At the moment he hesitated, Luke took two steps forward naturally, his movements smooth and his expression calm.
The two state troopers didn't react in time. The white state trooper felt his right hand being pressed down, and then a strong force came from under his feet. Suddenly, his legs were empty. He turned half a circle and his right hand was pinned behind his back, forcing him to face the ground.
The Latino state trooper was horrified and immediately reached for his waist.
But just as he put his hand on the gun, he was kicked in the knee, and then in the buttocks, and he fell to the ground in a helpless state.
A knee followed and pressed on his back, and two hands easily handcuffed his hands behind his back and handcuffed him.
His knees loosened his back and the Latino state trooper tilted his head: How come he is more skilled in the process of arresting and handcuffing people than me
The girl with the ponytail looked at him with disdain and said coldly, "Dirty cop? You are more professional at doing bad things than pulling out a gun."
Sweat broke out on the foreheads of the two state police officers.
Assaults on police officers are a big problem.
If it is a crowded place, the other party may run away immediately.
But this is the wilderness of California in the afternoon, and there won’t be a single car passing this road for half an hour.
Today... I'm not going to lose my life! The two state police officers were desperate.
Luke looked at the two men's expressions and laughed, "Who will speak first? If no one speaks, forget it. Two state police officers divided the spoils unevenly on the highway and shot each other to death. This seems to be a big news."
…
Half an hour later, Luke and his companion were on the road again.
The smell of alcohol in the car was very thin after being washed with water.
The car was a rental, so Luke didn't care how to wash it, he just had to pay for the cleaning fee.
Selina: "Aisworth is too alert. No one here knows about our investigation. It's possible that they are monitoring the families of the victims."
Luke hummed, his mind racing.
Selina was silent for a moment: "What are you thinking about?"
Luke: "The state police asked us to assist in the investigation of this case. Now the state police are checking our identities again. The state police also closed the case ten years ago."