Luke smiled and nodded.
He had originally said this as a joke, but it wasn't entirely a joke.
Riding a bicycle requires physical strength consideration, but riding a motorcycle does not require physical strength consideration. The most you can do is to make some modifications
While thinking about transportation, Selina reminded: "Walter and the others turned on the police lights."
Luke also turned on the police lights on his car, squeezed onto the bus and said, "Sir, you are in a hurry. We will catch up."
Selina laughed and said, "They are really impatient."
Luke: "There are traffic jams every day. How can I not be anxious?"
As a result, the two cars ran less than 500 meters before they were blocked again.
Ricky in front got out of the car very skillfully, took out the ticket, wrote on it, and handed it to a young lady in the driver's seat. He then asked the lady, who had a conflicted look on her face, to move the car out of the width that the police car could pass through, and then drove away again.
Luke and the other man slid past the young lady with a sound of "tsk tsk". They heard her cursing, "Assholes, I'm going to file a complaint against you. I already gave up the lane, and you still gave me such a high ticket?"
Selina laughed loudly: "Well, could it be that the Detective Bureau also has a fine quota?"
Luke nodded seriously: "You will also go and get a ticket later."
Selina: “Huh?”
Luke nodded to the traffic jam on the side and said, "With this traffic situation, you can show me the ticket. It will definitely be more effective than the police lights."
Selena understood.
A ticket is just a tool to scare people, but if there is a real need, you can just issue one.
Although issuing tickets is not part of the main business of the Detective Bureau, detectives are qualified to issue tickets.
The two cars stopped and moved like this, using police lights and parking tickets to clear the way, and it still took them 40 minutes to reach the destination.
Selena was looking at the car from below. It was not safe for a police car to be here either, so someone had to be left behind.
Walking into the old apartment building and looking at the dilapidated houses, the three people's faces did not look good.
After finding Room 307 on the third floor, Richie knocked on the door a few times. No one answered, but the door slammed down to the ground.
Ricky was in pain: "This, you won't ask me to pay for the repairs, right?"
Walter was helpless: "If you have so much strength, why be a policeman? Go be a world boxing champion. Ask the neighbors where the people in this room have gone."
Richie could only hold the door up, and Luke stepped forward to lend a hand and put the door back in place.
Ricky knocked on the door next door, and a vigilant Latino man asked through the crack of the door: "What do you want to do?"
Ricky pointed his left chest forward and indicated his police badge: "NYPD. Okay, don't be nervous, we just came to find out something from Elena Cardenas next door."
The Latino man's forehead was covered with sweat. "She, she should have gone to see a lawyer."
Ricky: “Where’s the lawyer?”
Latino man: "Nelson-Murdoch Law Firm. Turn left from the door and walk 200 meters."
The three of them quickly went downstairs, drove to the law firm.
Selena got out of the car together this time.
They were familiar with the environment here and knew that the chances of theft occurring nearby were much lower because their new home was just over 20 meters away diagonally.
Moreover, the law firm is on the third floor, so any situation downstairs can be seen at any time.
Going up to the third floor, looking at the various people sitting in an old house, Walter was stunned: "Is this law firm doing so well?"
Ricky was also a little surprised: "People here have money to hire a lawyer?"
Luke and Selina said nothing.
Many people in the room couldn’t afford a lawyer, but a lawyer who volunteered to provide them with legal aid was another matter.
When the four people walked in, everyone inside looked over there.
Walter and Ricky both wore suits and ties, but they didn't look like white-collar workers.
Luke and Selina are young, good-looking, and dress casually.
When they saw the police badges on Walter and the other man's chests, many people looked abnormal.
The two guys, whose bodies were bandaged with gauze and blood, stood up with nervous expressions and slid out along the wall.
Walter paid no attention to them, but scanned the room, focusing his attention on a young woman not far away.
He walked over a few steps and gestured with his police badge: "Hello, miss, are you the receptionist here?"
The young woman had long straight golden hair and a delicate face. She wore a shirt with blue flowers on the upper body and a black knee-length suit skirt on the lower body.
Hearing Walter's words, she stood up with a habitual smile on her face: "Hello, Inspector. My name is Karen Page, I'm a clerk here, how can I help you?"
Walter: "We're looking for Elena Cardenas to find out some information."
The young woman named Karen smiled and nodded: "Please wait a moment, I'll go see if she's still there."
A moment later, an old lady in her sixties followed her out of the room, and when she looked at Walter, a string of Spanish came out of her mouth.
Walter: "Can you understand English?"
In the end, Elena just said: "a little."
Walter was helpless. It wouldn't do to just know a little bit.
They are being questioned by the police and there may be ambiguity in their words, which can sometimes be very troublesome.
In recent years, more and more people have spoken Spanish in the United States, and most police officers are required to speak some Spanish.
Walter could understand everyday Spanish, but he had a hard time speaking it himself.
Selina stepped forward and whispered, "I speak Spanish, sir."
Walter nodded slightly: “You translate.”
After a few words, they followed the old lady to a quieter place outside the corridor and started talking.
Things are actually not complicated.
The case that Walter was investigating was, of course, the Clinton area serial bombings a few days ago.
That night, the old lady's house was right across from an explosion site, and half of the house was blown over. The door that Ricky punched down was caused by the explosion that day.
The old lady had called the police before, saying that someone came to her house to threaten her and smashed her house.
Afterwards, the 15th Precinct concluded that the old lady had made a false report and it was just a dispute over house renovation.
Let's just forget about it.
However, Walter obviously wanted to make a fuss about the bombing.
Once you get enough credit, you can put more pressure on Dustin.
He was just a step away from becoming the chief of the detective bureau.
As long as he makes great achievements in the near future, it will be a good result whether Dustin loses his foothold and is squeezed out to other departments, or Walter is promoted to other departments.
It was also for this reason that he was reluctant to let Dustin force Luke and the other man in.
Now that the case has been solved, it is all thanks to Luke and the other man.
Luke and the other man were transferred from Los Angeles, and everyone knew that they were Dustin's people. So even if Walter succeeded in the case, he would not be able to put pressure on Dustin.
The merit of leadership is cheating like this.