When Luke and Selina walked out of the hall, several colleagues immediately glared at John, who was sitting there with a relieved look on his face.
"Tell me, John, who are these two people?" asked one of the petite, blonde young policewomen.
John pulled out a pack of equally wrinkled cigarettes from his wrinkled plaid T-shirt, shook out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep puff. "Wait a minute, I think I made a bet with you guys before? I bet that the people who came here definitely weren't second-generations who came here to gild themselves. Looks like I won."
Everyone looked at each other, and finally a middle-aged man with a mustache gritted his teeth and took out ten dollars and threw it at him: "If you can't come up with a good idea, don't even think about taking this money."
With this opening, the other detectives pulled out their wallets and threw tens and twenties at John. "Tell me, or you'll buy lunch."
John grabbed a handful of the bills and put them in his trouser pocket. He took another puff of his cigarette and said, "Ahem, I just ran for a long time. I'm a little thirsty."
The blonde policewoman ran away: "Okay, I'll go get you some water now, and I'll talk to you when I come back. If you don't give me some inside information, you'll still have to pay for the water."
John leisurely crossed his legs over the desk and said, "Then give me a bottle of Corona. Mineral water won't quench my thirst."
The blonde policewoman gave him the middle finger without looking back and left quickly.
A few minutes later, John took a sip of iced Corona, looked at his colleagues with flaming eyes, and said with a smile, "Remember the last time I became a detective again?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment. How did the question suddenly come to John himself
The middle-aged man with a mustache frowned: "Stop talking nonsense and get straight to the point."
John took another sip of beer before saying, "This is the main topic. Just before Christmas last year, I was demoted to a detective, and I was given a long vacation to visit my family in Los Angeles. Does anyone remember what happened in Los Angeles on Christmas Eve?"
Everyone's brains started working immediately.
We are all detectives, John is, and so are the two new young detectives, so what happened could only be a big case.
Only major cases in Los Angeles would make the New York Police Department hear about them.
"Zhongfu Building vault robbery?" The blonde policewoman who was often in charge of intelligence work was the first to give the correct answer.
John smiled and nodded: "And then?"
The middle-aged man with a mustache responded quickly this time: "You participated?"
John nodded.
The mustache boy also had a second question: "Is Luke involved as well?"
John nodded again.
After a moment, everyone who was frantically brainstorming all looked different.
It was the man with the mustache who spoke again: "In the internal case report of the Zhongfu Building robbery, it was mentioned that a New York detective and a Los Angeles detective teamed up to kill more than 50 members of the Kongfu group and cracked this shocking case. Don't tell me that you and Luke are these two detectives?"
John gave him a thumbs up and took another sip of beer with a smile.
Everyone gasped.
This case was initially analyzed within police departments across the United States.
The population in New York is denser than that in Los Angeles, and there are more vaults than in Los Angeles. There is also an endless stream of people who are eyeing these vaults.
The Detective Bureau directly under the NYPD headquarters often needs to deal with similar serious cases, and this typical case has been used by them for deduction many times.
But no one at that time could figure out how two detectives from different places who had never known each other before could work together to kill more than 50 professional robbers with fierce firepower and professional actions, and ensure the safety of nearly dozens of hostages.
In that situation, all conditions were not favorable to the two detectives, but in the end the detectives killed all the robbers.
John looked at everyone's expressions and finally said, "We are all old friends, so I will just tell you this. Remember to keep it a secret."
Everyone nodded silently.
The job of a detective is inherently dangerous, and there are many detectives who have been retaliated against afterwards.
The more shady the detective's hands, the greater the possibility of retaliation.
John and Luke are also exceptionally good among the players who play dirty, but of course they try to keep their own situations secret.
Therefore, when John came back last time, when everyone was discussing and analyzing the case, he never mentioned at all that he was an eyewitness.
Firstly, he wanted to avoid the limelight at the time, and secondly, it was for his own safety.
Seeing everyone nod, John drank the beer in one gulp and stood up: "You can think of something good. I'm going to take a shower first. That sewer must have not been cleaned for decades. It stinks."
One of the detectives couldn't help but ask, "What good news?"
"The detective bureau now has a new colleague who is very capable in fighting. Do you think it's a good thing?" After saying this, John left without looking back.
Everyone looked at each other and thought that this was absolutely correct.
Why is John so awesome? It's because he can fight, dares to fight, and dares to take on dangerous missions.
Once he goes up, the danger will be much smaller if others follow.
If John hadn't been around in recent years, at least two or three of them would have retired due to injuries, or even held a memorial service.
Thinking of this, everyone looked relieved.
Reliable teammates are more worthy of their happiness than any gilded second generation.
If they get into bad teammates, they might lose their lives.
Only the middle-aged man with a mustache had a gloomy expression, as if he was thinking about something unhappy.
"Let's go, let's go take a shower. I feel like I just crawled out of a shithole."
"Come on, it's John who dug the pit, you're just standing at the mouth and smelling the stale methane."
"You're capable. How come you hid farther than me just now?"
Amidst the noise, the group left the hall laughing and joking.
In the office down the hall, Dustin looked away and sighed helplessly.
He actually didn't want Luke to be recognized, as that would put the potential danger much greater.
But who could blame McClane, the super troublemaker, who was right in the detective bureau and happened to be under his command
I can only remind Luke to be more careful. Dustin muttered to himself, lowered his head again, and started working.
Luke and the other man left the police station and drove off to the parking lot. Selina sighed, "The bombing case is much more complicated than I thought. There are even problems within the police station."
Luke didn't take it seriously: "If we weren't under Dustin's command in Los Angeles, this kind of thing would be very common."
Only then did Selina feel grateful to a certain lonely middle-aged man: "Thank our boss for not playing those crooked tricks."
Luke haha.
He has reservations about this.
Dustin is a man with a bottom line, but he is not pedantic.
Of course he will make money, but he will do it in a legitimate, legal and reasonable way.
The United States even has something like lobbying laws, and as long as you know how to use other unorthodox methods, the money you make is actually legal.