If John was as obedient as Luke, he might have been the chief of the detective department long ago, and Dustin wouldn't have had a chance to work. Walter couldn't help but think so.
Luke didn't know Walter's complicated feelings, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care too much.
It's unlikely that Walter will be able to defeat Dustin.
This senior police inspector would either have to accept his fate and become a subordinate, or be transferred to another department, where he would at least work with Luke for a few months.
Luke could tell that Walter was not a sinister guy, and that he was just competing with Dustin for a normal promotion. It was not a life-and-death battle, so he certainly couldn't deliberately bring bad luck to the inspector.
After sending the two out of Clinton District, Luke and his companion returned and found the two families according to the address given by Walter.
The interrogation process was not smooth, and a gunfight almost broke out at the second house.
At the second house, when Luke saw the nervous man opening the door and seeing that he had displayed his police badge, he noticed that the other party's movements were unusual and that there was a gun in the man's hand behind his back.
He was only one step away from the door and decisively kicked it open.
Bang! The edge of the wooden door hit the man's face hard, and he fainted instantly.
Looking at the pistol that fell on the ground, Luke sighed: "Why can't you just talk properly?"
He didn't even go in, but just said to Selina, "Call the patrolman from the 15th precinct and ask him to come and take the people away."
After saying that, he leaned against the door, took out a chocolate lollipop and started eating it.
He was not interested in wasting time interrogating such a small fry, so he decided to leave it to the patrol officers from the 15th Precinct to clean up the mess.
As a result, half an hour later, the man who was knocked unconscious by the door woke up, but the patrolman had not arrived yet.
Luke was not in a hurry either, as he had already expected the efficiency of the 15th Precinct.
If the 15th Precinct dares to say that it is the second to last in terms of business performance among all the precincts in New York, then no other precinct dares to claim to be first.
Luke looked at the man who had just woken up and laughed, "Awake? Then answer my questions honestly."
The man now only felt a headache and did not pay any attention to what he said.
Luke: "If your answer satisfies me, then you didn't have the gun in your hand when you attacked the police. If it doesn't satisfy me, then the gun will be in the state after it was fired. Do you understand?"
The middle-aged Hispanic man had a lot of question marks in his head. He thought for a long time in his dizzy brain before he understood the difference and quickly agreed.
Shooting a police officer and hitting a police officer with your fists are two different forms of attacking the police.
He didn't want to be dealt with by the police, nor did he want to be sentenced heavily by the judge.
In less than ten minutes, he gave a clear account of what happened that night of the bombing.
Moreover, this man knows some useful information.
He witnessed some things that night, but did not mention it as he did not want to cause trouble. However, Luke's telepathic communication revealed that he was hiding something, and after being questioned several times, he had no choice but to confess.
"You mean, the truck that was responsible for delivering goods to the Russians went in that night and exploded a few minutes later?" Luke confirmed.
The man nodded: "The car always comes between seven and eight in the evening. I usually go downstairs to eat at that time. I have seen it several times."
Luke understood.
The guess by Owen, the boss of the Irish gang, should be correct. The bombing was most likely the work of Kingpin.
Because Kingpin is the largest wholesaler of illegal drugs in New York, and he is the one who supplies the Russians.
If a truckload of his goods was blown up, Jin Bing would never swallow his anger and would definitely send people to find the person who touched his goods.
This was done by Black Mask, and such a rumor could not have fooled King Byung, so it could only be a rumor spread by King Byung himself.
When asked this, Luke and Selina each ate two lollipops before the patrolman from the 15th Precinct finally arrived.
The two patrolmen looked very businesslike, said a few words to Luke and the other man, and then wanted to take the Latino man downstairs.
Luke raised an eyebrow and stopped them, "Two officers, you'd better check his house."
The patrol officers glanced at him, and one of them, who was almost 40 years old, nodded nonchalantly: "We have to take him back first, and just put a seal here."
Luke was shocked: He is indeed the leader of the worst police station in New York! He did not even try to hide his perfunctory attitude in front of his colleagues at the headquarters.
As the saying goes, you have to do your job well.
If these two patrolmen were to become monks, they would probably become lazy pigs who only eat and sleep every day and wouldn't even touch the clock.
"Two 'officers', need I remind you that there are other people in the house?" Luke said.
The two patrolmen were stunned: "There are still people? Why don't you go and check it out?"
Luke: "Isn't this your area? But it seems that you two are too busy, so forget it."
As he spoke, he motioned to Selina and the two of them stepped into the room.
After pushing open the bedroom door, the two men quickly helped a young woman out.
The two patrolmen looked at the woman's expensive clothes and immediately knew something was wrong.
This woman doesn't look like the type who would appear here, and it's even less likely that she would live with that gangster in this shabby apartment building that only caters to the poor.
So, there is another kidnapping case here
Luke ignored the woman before because he noticed that she seemed to be sleeping.
Although she was sleeping so soundly, it was a bit strange that she didn't wake up even after the noise outside.
The situation was unusual, and he didn't want to hand the girl over to two unreliable patrolmen, so he and Selena took the girl into the car and drove straight to the Metropolitan General Hospital.
"This should be a girl, right? She doesn't look very old if you look closely." Selina looked at the girl in the back seat and sighed, "These people in the 15th Precinct are more unreliable than I thought. The public security here is too poor."
Luke said in a calm tone: "Once a person gets used to deceiving his superiors and subordinates, fooling the outside world while fooling himself, he will eventually become a garbage existence."
Relatively speaking, even in a big city like Los Angeles where gangs are rampant, most of the police officers are still professional, at least on the surface.
It was only eleven thirty in the morning, and the two patrolmen had not even been on the job for three hours, but they seemed to be in a hurry to have lunch.
The 15th Precinct is indeed worthy of the title of the worst precinct in New York.
Although Luke and his companions often skipped work, they only did so after exceeding their workload. They never procrastinated or did things in a perfunctory manner when they were required to go out on patrol.
After saying these two sentences, Luke and Selina were no longer interested in discussing the uncomfortable existence of the 15th Precinct.
Once they arrived at the Metropolitan General Hospital, the young woman was taken to the emergency room.
After more than ten minutes, a nurse with semi-long brown hair came out and said, "Two detectives, the patient is in a semi-comatose state. His condition is unclear and he cannot answer your questions."
Luke nodded: "Do you have a minute? We need to know the situation of the victim."
Brown-haired nurse: "I have five minutes to spare."