The mental state of the man in the beige suit and the smell on his body indicated that he had just taken drugs.
Although Luke has seen many scumbags and corrupt policemen, it is rare to see such a scumbag + corrupt policeman as the one in front of him who are both outstanding, or to be more precise, such a cruel and insane guy.
Compared to the guy in front of him, the people like Bearded Nick from the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department are all good people.
At least Bearded Nick and his gang don't take drugs, and they certainly won't kill four or five-year-old kids.
If someone takes drugs and kills someone while investigating a case, it would be strange if he doesn't become a complete idiot.
After walking out of the door of room 6b, Luke's gaze lingered on the door of apartment 6d on the right for a moment. He said a few words to the patrolman and then walked up the stairs to the rooftop.
After a while, he came down from the top floor, went downstairs and drove away.
When he returned to shake shack, he saw two girls standing there, each holding two large paper bags.
Luke looked at the time and slapped his forehead.
Now forty minutes had passed and he had missed the agreed time.
He got out of the car and walked over quickly. Nikki and Monica also saw him and wanted to wave but found that their hands were too empty.
Luke walked closer and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry for the delay. I really troubled you."
Nikki simply asked, "Are you done?"
Luke nodded: "It's okay for now. Oh, by the way, give me the stuff."
As he spoke, he took two bags of food from Nikki.
Monica curled her lips and said, "Shouldn't each person have one bag?"
Luke smiled and said, "You said you were an athlete, right? You're good at running, swimming, fighting, and playing ball. I'll just have to trouble you to walk a few more steps."
Monica rolled her eyes at him in annoyance: "But it should be fair, right? I support gender equality."
Luke shrugged. “So those who are stronger should do more. If I had three hands, I would definitely help you get another bag.”
Monica: "... You said that because you don't have a third hand."
Luke chuckled, opened the car door, quickly put the bag of food in, then took the bag of food from Monica's hand and put it in as well.
At this moment, he suddenly noticed something unusual: "Where is your lunch?"
Nikki and Monica subconsciously looked at their empty hands and came to their senses at the same time.
"Oops, I forgot."
"I just bought it for you."
Luke smiled and held the open back door. "Then it seems I have to treat you, two beautiful ladies, please get in the car?"
Less than ten minutes later, Monica sat on a mat on the grass in the park, eating a mushroom cheeseburger, and said vaguely: "You are really good at talking. Sitting on the grass in the park and eating fast food, you make it sound like it is more upscale than a three-star Michelin restaurant."
Luke ate a beef burger and smiled, "When I was in Los Angeles, I never felt how precious the sun was. Sometimes I even complained that it was too glaring. But when I came to New York, I felt that it was worth it for me to give up the artificial environment and enjoy the beautiful scenery of nature."
Nikki was curious: "You're from Los Angeles, are you new here? Are you attending college?"
Luke: "I grew up in Texas and came here to work. If I didn't come out to work, I might be a cowboy in my hometown."
Neither Nikki nor Monica quite believed it.
Luke's speech and behavior are not like those of a cowboy; they are a little too gentle.
The three of them finished their lunch while chatting and laughing.
After finishing the meal, Luke asked the two women.
As it turned out, today was the weekend, and they were out shopping. They didn't need to rush to the next destination, so naturally, they didn't need him to drive them.
The two sides said goodbye.
After watching Luke drive away, Monica pulled Nikki and turned away: "Let's go, we agreed to go shopping. I haven't even looked at the underwear I need."
Nikki uttered an "oh" and looked back reluctantly as she was dragged away: "It seems that he doesn't have any feelings for me."
Monica smiled and said, "Didn't you get his phone number?"
Nikki: "You got it too! But his attitude is not like those boys who pursued us. I asked him when he would be free to hang out, and he said he was very busy at work and had to work overtime even at night. At his age, what kind of job does he have to work overtime every night? He is not a stay-at-home guy. Isn't this a rejection?"
Monica rolled her eyes. "Forget it! I'm sure he has no intention of pursuing me because I'm not his type. But your chances are still great. At least he wasn't rejecting you when he said that."
When Nikki heard this, she became curious and pulled Monica's arm in return: "How did you know?"
Monica: "Because I suspect he is a rich second-generation."
Nikki was stunned: "Huh?"
Monica: "I'm not familiar with his SUV, but can an ordinary student afford it? Secondly, he uses a titanium mobile phone, which is a style that has not even been released on the official website. It is very likely that it was customized directly from the manufacturer. I can't tell the brand of his clothes, but the workmanship and material are very good. Maybe they are handmade. The sunglasses are a new model released by Gucci in the first half of the year, and the price is more than one thousand US dollars.
When she said this, she looked at Nikki with a half-smile: "For a person like this, could he be working as a delivery boy? Maybe he is interning at his family's company."
Nikki was surprised: "How come I didn't notice it at all? You actually saw it so clearly?"
Monica grabbed Nikki hard, causing her best friend to jump two steps while covering her back in pain: "What are you doing?"
Monica: "How dare you say that. When you were eating just now, your eyes didn't leave that handsome face. How could you see anything else? You kept interrupting me just now. I was almost bored to death. What else can I do if not doing these things?"
Nikki was speechless, but her mind returned to normal and she immediately retorted: "You saw the clothes from her car and phone, and you have the nerve to say that to me? I didn't see it as carefully as you, you little naive girl!"
"Ah, you little bitch actually dared to be the first to complain. You want to get beaten again, right?" Monica was furious.
The two girls started to play and fight in the street, and for a while they left Luke, the instigator, aside.
…
After Luke got in the car, the smile on his face quickly disappeared.
If it weren't for the two cheerful girls who were having lunch and chatting while suppressing their emotions, he really wanted to kill that group of corrupt police officers immediately, especially the leader.
"Pull up Norman Stanfield's information," he said.
The vehicle system quickly displayed a document on the console screen.
"Read his resume, and then check the number of complaints against him and the reasons for them," he continued.
The in-car system immediately began reading Norman Stanfield's information in a soft female voice.
This Norman, the middle-aged man in the beige suit at the scene of the previous shooting, is also the leader of the DEA team just now.
Listening to this man's resume, Luke sneered.