"So..." Selina looked at him.
Luke nodded thoughtfully: "So, we won't check it."
Selina: “Huh?”
Luke chuckled. "Why don't we just let the person who dug up this case continue investigating?"
Selina frowned, "Are you sure?"
Luke: “Sure.”
He has already had a conflict with the lackey state police today. If he continues to investigate, he might have to kill a few corrupt policemen.
When dealing with the Esworth family, a head-on confrontation is too inefficient and will easily make the other party more alert and hide evidence.
Although he is not a judge, he does not need evidence that can be used in court.
But if he wanted to wipe out the Esworth family's influence in Los Angeles in one fell swoop, he couldn't do it alone by fighting and killing.
He also prefers to hide in the dark and create the right opportunity to act.
…
Beside the highway, two state policemen, covered in dust and dirt, found the handcuff key in the wasteland a few hundred meters away and opened their own handcuffs.
The two looked at each other, both looking frightened.
"Fuxk! Who on earth did they offend? These two young men are definitely not simple." The Latino state trooper gritted his teeth and rubbed several parts of his body.
The blows Selina gave him on the back just now were quite severe.
The white state trooper said sullenly, “Why didn’t you put the illegal drugs in the boy’s clothes?”
The Hispanic state trooper was annoyed: "It's gone. I clearly put it in my trouser pocket before I came out... Ugh"
He subconsciously paused as he was rummaging in his pocket. After a moment, he pulled out his hand, revealing a bag of small white crystals.
The white state trooper stared at him without saying anything.
The Hispanic state trooper was stunned for a moment and shook his head repeatedly: "No, I really didn't touch it just now. Wait, this guy is a thief?"
The white state trooper gnashed his teeth and said, "Why the hell don't you say he has super powers? How could he steal this thing and put it back right under our noses? I never took my eyes off his hands!"
The Latino state trooper was speechless.
After a moment, he said, "Karl, if we really put this thing in his pocket just now, would it be useful?"
White state trooper Carl was stumped.
The answer to this question seems to require no further thought.
"What do you want to say, Julio?" Carl asked in a deep voice.
Julio, a Hispanic state trooper, hesitated for a moment, but still spoke up: "Those two people could have taken our confessions, but they had no intention of doing so. And Cole, who left the job a few years ago, looks mentally ill. If we continue to get involved in this matter, I'm afraid we won't live long enough to receive our pensions."
Karl was silent for a moment, then walked towards his police car.
Julio followed silently.
The police car started, turned around, and headed north.
After a while, Carl said, "Remember, we didn't meet the target today, nor did we see their ID. If "those people" say this again, you know what to do, right?"
Julio let out a long breath. "I would rather have prostatitis relapse and go to the hospital than get involved in this shit anymore. Whoever wants to do it can do it! I'm just a police officer, not a killer from the Esworth family."
Carl frowned: "Shut up. Don't mention names, understand? We are us, and "those people" are "those people"."
Silence returned to the car.
In the setting sun, a police car drove alone north.
…
At night, in a rented warehouse-like place on the edge of downtown Los Angeles, two men were discussing a pile of information.
Suddenly, the rolling door of the warehouse behind them opened.
Both of them changed expression, and the balding middle-aged man unfastened the holster at his waist, ready to draw his gun at any time.
At this time, the rolling door rose to a sufficient height, and the two men saw who was coming and were stunned.
Or did the bald middle-aged man shout, "Batman?"
The other long-haired man narrowed his eyes, said nothing, and quietly stepped back, his hand already reaching for the shotgun hidden under the table.
"Mr. Cole, you can take out your gun openly, but don't point it at me. The same goes for Mr. Hart." A mechanical electronic sound rang out, and the black giant walked into the warehouse and pulled down the rolling door casually.
The bald middle-aged Hart glanced at the long-haired middle-aged man, and chose to speak himself: "Who are you?"
The corners of Luke's mouth curled up in the mask: "You have already called out, but you don't believe this identity, so this question is not important."
As he said that, he threw a large black bag on the table: "This is what you need."
Before the two of them could check the bag, he continued, "The investigation of the Aysworth family you are investigating is not as simple as you think."
It was Hart who spoke again: "What exactly do you want to say?"
Luke laughed in a low voice: "What I want to say is that there are extraordinary individuals like me behind them."
He looked at the surprised Hart and the long-haired middle-aged Cole who was still silent, and continued, "This case is not a puzzle game, but a murder game. Once Esworth finds out that you want to find out their past, the ones who come to you will no longer be the police, but killers who want to silence you. Human life is not worth mentioning to them."
"Life itself is a boring process." Cole said in a low voice, and his tone seemed to have no ups and downs.
Luke looked at him and said, "Even if you want to die, you can still find out the truth about this case before dying."
Hart's face darkened: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
A pair of blood-red triangular lenses on the pitch-black mask looked at him: "He lives like a ghost, and he is afraid of what I say."
Having said that, Luke's work was done. He turned around, opened the shutter, and disappeared into the night.
The two men in the warehouse looked at each other, walked to the door with their guns in hand, looked around for a moment, and then closed the door again.
This time, the two added a chain to the rolling door.
Returning to the table, they both looked at the big black bag.
Colmer walked forward silently and unzipped the box, revealing stacks of bound printed paper inside.
He picked up the top stack, flipped through a few pages, and looked focused: "Sure enough, the direction of our investigation is correct..."
Hart also leaned over and looked at it for a moment, then immediately said, "This is an official document found in the police archives. Look at the number. It has information on lapd and lspd."
Cole didn't answer. He quickly flipped through the first stack of documents and muttered, "Not enough, this information is not enough." Then he picked up the second stack of documents.
Hart held his hand and said, "Wait."
Cole frowned.
"Don't forget, we were just blocked in this warehouse by 'that person'." Hart reminded: "Even for the safety of these materials, we should move to another place."
Cole still frowned, obviously reluctant.
But his reason told him that the "Batman" just now did not seem to be lying.
The Esworth family they are facing might really send people to silence them.
The two looked at each other silently and quickly packed up.