After thinking for a while, Luke said, "Let's wait a few days. There are still some things to sort out at the new house. I'll let you know when it's done. Then the boss and Dustin can come along, how about that?"
As he said this, he looked at Elsa.
Elsa nodded slightly.
This is really necessary.
Director Brad of the LAPd West District has become the first deputy commissioner of the NYPD. This big guy is too far away and there is nothing much to talk about with them.
But they are all the backbone of Dustin's small group. After changing to a new environment, some things need to be communicated privately, and occasional private gatherings can also enhance the relationship between each other.
Of course Elsa had no objection.
After confirming this, Luke and his friend returned to the office lobby of the Detective Bureau.
There were still few people in the hall.
Similar to Luke's previous work in the Los Angeles Major Crimes Unit, the responsibilities of the Headquarters Detective Bureau overlap with those of the Major Crimes Unit, and the tasks are both numerous and heavy.
Most of the time, detectives just report to the police station, handle some chores, and then go out on the road.
Except for clerical staff and logistical support staff, other people do not spend much time in the office lobby.
The two returned to their desks and began to clean up.
However, these two desks were reserved for them by Dustin in advance and had been cleaned recently. After a few minutes, the two stopped working and sat down, starting to look up the details of the explosion on the computer.
As they had just arrived, there was a lot for the two to understand, and it was already noon.
When the timer on Luke's hand rang, he asked Selina to go out for lunch.
If nothing unexpected had happened, the two would not have come to the police station in the afternoon.
Luke had just scanned down the most recently useful information, so he could go home and look at it slowly.
There was no urgency in contacting his colleagues in the police station in the next two days, so there was no need for him to stay in the office lobby all the time.
Otherwise, some people would think that he and Selena were pretending to be diligent in front of Dustin to gain recognition.
The two of them stood up, put on their coats and picked up their bags. As they were walking out of the hall, the door of the hall was slammed open and five or six people squeezed in noisily.
Almost everyone was shouting, as if they were competing to see who could speak the loudest. The originally quiet office hall suddenly became noisy.
Luke noticed someone's memorable hairline at a glance, and immediately stopped and looked over.
"John, what the hell are you doing? Why are you going into the sewer?"
"Walter, if the suspect wants to go in, I will follow him."
"The other party is carrying explosives. You should be more careful."
"I didn't even know he was still carrying that thing."
"John, you smell like shit, you better go wash up first."
"Ricky, if you hadn't gone into the sewer, you would still stink like a pile of shxt."
Among the noisy group of people, a middle-aged white man had an indifferent look on his face. He allowed the people around him to "surround and attack" him. He sat down on his chair and breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, he saw two strangers, a man and a woman, both of whom were quite outstanding in appearance and temperament.
Are you here to report a crime? He thought so in his heart, but his eyes stayed on Luke, with a puzzled look on his face: This young man, why does he look a little familiar
Suddenly, he stood up and shouted, "Luke? Luke Coulson?"
Several colleagues around him who were still complaining were stunned and turned their heads to look over.
Luke sighed, restrained his keen sense of smell, and walked over with a smile: "Detective McClain, long time no see, have you met another difficult suspect?"
John McClane was stunned for a moment, then he strode over and stretched out his hand: "Long time no see, I've been wanting to find you to express my gratitude, but I just didn't have the time."
Luke groaned in his heart, but he could only reach out his hand and shake hands with John.
As a result, John held his hand tightly and did not let go. Not only did he hold it very tightly, but he also shook it repeatedly with a sincere expression: "I owe you a thank you, Luke. Thank you!"
"Detective McClane..." Luke began.
"Just call me John," John interrupted.
Luke readily agreed: "John, you actually helped me complete the work that time."
John didn't take it seriously: "Don't be polite, you are not from the LAPPD Central District Police Station. By the way, are you here on business? Do you need my help? You're welcome, I'm familiar with this place."
Luke smiled, and finally shook his hand in return: "Let me introduce myself to you again, Luke Coulson, an agent of the NYPD Headquarters Detective Bureau, your new colleague."
John: “What?”
Luke gestured to Selina behind him: "This is my partner, Detective Selina Hayek. She came here with me."
John subconsciously loosened his hand and reached out to Selina again.
Selena cursed someone in her heart for being shameless and trying to divert trouble to someone else.
But she could only smile and reach out her hand to shake John's hand: "Hello, Detective McClain."
"Call me John." But this time John was very normal. He just politely shook the hand and then let go. He did not shake the hand as he did before.
After getting to know Selina, John turned his attention to Luke again: "How did you transfer... Wait, you're not the 'young master who came all the way here to get rich' they're talking about, are you?"
As soon as he said this, the group of people behind him all looked subtle.
Obviously, that "they" is them.
Luke looked calm and smiled. "One of my elders is indeed an old policeman, but he is a sheriff in the countryside. If you know any of those 'connected' young masters, remember to ask me to go with you to take a look."
John didn't care about exposing his colleague's gossip. He was just surprised and said, "Really you? I thought they were joking. How can a 19-year-old kid come to our place to get gilded? He has ten lives to live."
His colleague behind him turned pale: Well, we are still alive now and haven’t died ten times, so thank you so much.
John continued to smile and said, "So that person is you. It seems that I will have a reliable colleague in the future."
The faces of a group of "unreliable" colleagues behind him were so dark that they were unbearable to look at.
Luke didn't really care about the new colleagues with ugly faces.
They were making up stories about him behind his back, but he wasn't angry, so it was reasonable for John to make up stories about them in public!
He just smiled and said, "Of course, you can call me if you need me."
With Detective McClain's fighting ability, the cases he is in charge of will not be too simple, and his experience points should be quite high.
Luke certainly wouldn't mind building a little personal rapport with the detective.
After completing this unexpected meeting, Luke and Selina shook hands and greeted John's colleagues, who would also be their future colleagues, one by one. After going through the formalities, they said goodbye and left.