Luke smiled and said, "If we find out anything, we'll tell our friends in the police station and help them bring the murderer to justice. You don't really want to shoot the murderer yourself, do you, Grandpa?"
Drex looked at his grandson's smiling face and compromised helplessly: "Okay. Then Joseph..."
"Let Ferreira take him and watch TV in the hotel." Luke said and called Joseph.
The little guy came out of the room with a questioning look in his eyes.
He had just been in the room watching Luke and Drex talking.
As expected, when Luke stepped in, Grandpa stopped being angry immediately.
Luke quietly made an OK gesture to Joseph and said, "When Ferreira comes, you can watch TV in your room. Grandpa and I will go and check the situation."
Joseph said "oh" and felt relieved.
The hot-tempered Drex would pull out his gun at the slightest disagreement, but the gentle Luke probably wouldn't do that.
Well, at least that’s what Joseph thought.
More than ten minutes later, Joseph was handed over to the care of veterinarian Ferreira, and Luke and his grandson went out.
Luke sat in the driver's seat, started the ignition, and sighed, "You modified it again? It feels smoother now."
This Raptor pickup truck is Drexel's favorite car, and only his grandson Luke can drive it.
The first two times Robert played with the car, the old man's face became very long, so Robert knew what to do and didn't touch it.
Although he was in a bad mood, Drex couldn't help laughing: "You couldn't feel it before, but you have made some progress recently."
Luke shrugged. "Now that I'm working, I drive every day, and occasionally I have to add some small things to my car. I have to make progress."
Drex patted his shoulder with satisfaction: "Yes, this is our Coulson child."
Luke smiled but said nothing.
In Drexel's view, men should like cars, guns and women.
Of course, he felt that the importance of the three should decrease from the beginning to the end.
Cars come first, women come last.
Compared to middle school, Luke now deals with cars and guns every day, and the last woman... well, I guess there won't be few.
Drex was a handsome guy when he was young, and even though he had a hot temper, many girls liked him.
As a child of his family, Drex felt that as long as Luke did not have problems with his sexual orientation, he would have no shortage of women.
Didn’t you see that Joseph has had two girlfriends since kindergarten
Men in the Coulson family will definitely not be short of women.
Of course, Luke deliberately chatted with the old man about these things that interested him to distract him and prevent him from sulking alone.
This is the bad thing about people with stubborn tempers, no matter how much others say.
However, the old man had no guard against Luke, and he quickly calmed down through Luke's basic hypnosis and mental communication.
Although he was still sad about the death of his old friend, he no longer had the urge to pull out his gun and kill.
After listening to Drex's introduction of the case, Luke knew that there were big problems in this case.
He absolutely did not agree with the old man wanting to personally go and cause trouble for the murderer.
Simply put, Drex and his old friend Bradley are from the same hometown, and they have been good friends since childhood.
Later, the old man joined the army to fight, then returned home, got married, had children, and ran a ranch.
And my old friend Bradley came to Dallas, roamed the streets, worked as a biker gang, played rock music, and finally made a fortune. He opened his own bar and turned over a new leaf.
Bradley is a man of means and ability. When he was young, he made quite a network of contacts among the biker gang Hell's Angels.
After opening the bar, he no longer got involved in the internal affairs of the Hells Angels, but he still provided some conveniences to the Hells Angels, which allowed the bar to maintain a good profit.
Therefore, there are gatherings of Hells Angels in the bar from time to time.
Of course, the bar has been operating normally to the public and is not a gang hideout.
In fact, with Bradley's resume, it would not be surprising if he died a violent death one day, and Drex would not necessarily help him take revenge.
But in that bar last night, the owner Bradley, two bartenders, and more than a dozen Hells Angels who were drinking inside were all dead.
If it is really a gang revenge, they will definitely use cold weapons or guns.
The weird thing is, none of the people in the bar last night died from either of those things.
There were nearly twenty dead people, all of whom died in strange ways. Most of them were in their respective positions, but their expressions were as if they had suddenly paused, as if they had suddenly died.
What’s even more bizarre is that all the dead were blue in color.
Preliminary autopsies by police showed they all died of sulphur poisoning.
Only a large amount of sulfur can cause this kind of poisoning, such as burying a person in a sulfur pile.
The situation in the bar was not like this. It was more like the work of a psychopath or a cult member. A normal person would not kill people in such a troublesome and weird way.
When they reached the bar with yellow warning lines, Drex waved to a man in a suit and said, "Little Jack, come here."
The 40-year-old white man "Little Jack" looked helpless: "Drex... Uncle, just call me Jack. I will call you after the case is investigated, and you don't have to go there in person."
Drex snorted, "You police officers should follow the rules when handling cases, but the people who do this don't follow the rules very much."
At this point, he raised his hand and patted Luke on the shoulder: "This is my child, Luke. A detective from the Los Angeles Major Crimes Unit."
Seeing Jack's expression, Drex sneered impatiently: "Come on, he came here because he was worried. If he finds any clues, he will tell you. Keep those little thoughts to yourself and think about them slowly when you go home."
Jack smiled bitterly and nodded: "Come in, just don't touch anything inside. The Forensic Department hasn't finished its work yet."
Luke: "Okay, Jack." Then he followed Jack into the bar.
All the bodies in the bar have been taken away, but the forensic personnel are still working late into the night, conducting a detailed inspection of the entire bar.
Considering the area of the bar and the number of mobile workers, this must be a huge project. It would be great if it could be completed in two or three days.
Luke frowned.
For him, this was definitely one of the worst scenes.
With just a rough analysis, he determined that at least one hundred and fifty people had entered and exited the scene in the past two days.
These included police officers, forensics personnel, paramedics, reporters and all kinds of idlers. The bar itself had a frequent turnover of people and the smell was annoying.
However, Luke had long been accustomed to his keen sense of smell.
He simply distinguished the many smells and picked out those that were most mixed with the smell of sulfur.
These smells may belong to the dead, whose own smell is mixed with the smell of sulfur.
After a while, he looked at Jack and said, "Are you sure there are only eighteen dead?"