The face is full of flesh, arrogant, foul-mouthed, foaming, hands and feet are close-ups of these bear parents.
After Luke said a few words to the elder sheriff, two men glared at him viciously: "What are you doing? Are you a reporter?"
Luke smiled and took out his police badge: "I am responsible for the safety of this campsite. Do you need me to drive you to the road and stand there?"
The two men fell silent.
The place where they stayed temporarily was next to the gate of the campsite, which happened to be under Luke's jurisdiction.
The older sheriff gave Luke a "nice job" look before he went over to arrange the next itinerary.
Otherwise, if this group of people went up and lost two more, they would have to find someone to search the mountain.
They didn't send people to search the mountain to find the bear boy because the fbi's notice document had already come down.
The six bear children are definitely dead, of course the magistrate will not do useless work, it's just that these bear parents don't give up.
Looking at these people who were arguing there, Luke shook his head.
I'm so worried about the child, why did I go early? Being able to let them plant weeds on the mountain and kill people is not something that can be explained by a day or two of carelessness.
In his keen sense of smell, these people have a familiar smell.
Weeds! Or processed weeds.
The intensity of the smell proved that these people did not pick up the smell by accident.
Luke narrowed his eyes, remembering that when he asked the brat who got shot at the end, he seemed to say "this is our job".
At that time, he thought it was the group of children's own division of labor, but now it seems that may not be the case.
Sneering a few times in his heart, Luke walked back to the campsite, not intending to watch these people's clumsy performances.
Looking for a child? I'm afraid I didn't go to check the weed planting area!
Just after he went back, several cars drove up from the distance on the road, a watery black suv.
A few minutes later, several suvs stopped at the gate of the campsite, and the bearded Nick got out of the car loudly.
Looking at the middle school students inside, he muttered "Damn it" in a low voice, but obediently threw away the cigarette in his hand and stamped it out, and walked into the campsite.
After a while, the bearded Nick looked at Luke who was drinking tea and basking in the sun by the lake, and a faint sense of humor emerged in his heart.
In the middle of the night that night, he informed Luke that it was Luca Barton who wanted to use him to kill the police, and he never forgot about it.
Secondly, it was to repay Luke's favor for helping to catch the robber.
The bearded Nick is not very clean in his methods, but he is very particular about it. He owes Luke a favor, and he always feels uncomfortable.
Mainly, Luke's temperament is too clean, and he seems to be a completely different kind of policeman.
Even if the two were not hostile, he subconsciously didn't want to owe Luke anything.
This kind of mentality is similar to bad students in school who don't want to be unfavorable to good students.
As a result, shortly after that night, the fbi sent a notice.
Luca Barton and other six county police officers were all attacked and killed by unknown murderers, Wade Davis died, and six children who boarded the camp also died together.
And then... Luke was fine.
The bearded Nick is not a good boy, he threatened the innkeeper before he came.
The hotel owner confessed everything without hesitation. He didn't want to pay any attention to the conflict between the county policeman and the young man. He just wanted to be a commoner with peace of mind.
After listening to the owner's story, the bearded Nick was silent for a long time before driving on the road.
Luca Barton fell like this, and there was no room for turning over. A dead person, of course, cannot turn over.
And the department that came out to close the case and launder the land was actually the FBI.
This gave the bearded Nick a new view on Luke, and because of this, he decided to meet Luke.
If you can't be a loyal friend, don't be an enemy either.
Fortunately, his previous phone call should not have been in vain.
Luke put down the teacup in his hand, looked at the bearded Nick, and stood up with a smile: "Let's go, there are too many students here."
The two walked around the lake and talked for a few minutes.
Nick came over, that is, to have a face-to-face with Luke, and then asked about Luka Button by the way.
Of course Luke said that he didn't know the facts of the case, but his expression made the bearded Nick understand.
Even if Luke is a running dog, he can kill Luca Barton six together. Nick doesn't want to mess with people with such luck.
After talking about the matter, Luke sent the bearded Nick to the gate of the camp. The bearded Nick hesitated and said suddenly, "If you have anything to do in Los Angeles County, you can find me."
This is a clear sign of friendship.
To Nick's surprise, Luke nodded with a smile on his face: "Okay, I just have something to ask you."
The two stood near the door, not far away, a group of bear parents had just finished arguing and finally decided to go on the road.
After Luke said a few words, both of them looked at the car where the bear parents were leaving.
In less than two minutes, the bearded Nick waved goodbye, trotted to the side of the car, opened the door to get in the car, and said in his mouth: "Let's go, there's work to do. Follow the group of people who just left."
He was talking in his mouth, but his eyes turned to Luke who was continuing to patrol in the campsite, and he cursed in a low voice: "shxt! Labor and management are mistaken, this guy is a smiling tiger."
The subordinates on the side heard this and couldn't help asking: "Luka Barton and the others?"
The bearded Nick's expression changed: "Whatever the fbi says, it is what it is, or you still want to help them avenge?"
The subordinates laughed dryly twice and fell silent.
The meaning of these words is obvious, that is, don't mess with this young man, otherwise the next fbi announcement may be the news of his own death.
According to the report received by the county police, as many as fourteen people died in this case (the store owner Stephen was also confirmed to have been killed), including six county police, but the media did not report anything, and even the top county police officers did not say anything.
The bearded Nick and his gang were sent on errands because they were used to wiping buttocks.
Their backer expressly told them to just come and take a look, and never to seriously investigate the case.
"Asshole, why don't you drive? Don't you want to fuck that big-ass black girl of yours tonight?" Nick spat out the window, cursing his subordinates while lighting a cigarette for himself.
The subordinate smiled and started the car: "Boss, aren't we here to put on a show?"
The bearded Nick casually slapped him on the back of the head: "Drive."
After yelling, he lowered his voice: "Someone gave me the exact information. The group of people planted weeds on the mountain privately just now, and they have been selling them for a long time."
The men were taken aback for a moment, and then they were overjoyed: "Are we going to serve them the pot?"
Nick hummed, but still said: "Don't be too dark, I promised people that I will send these guys to prison for a few years."
The subordinates laughed: "Then, we won't move the ones we planted. But the others..."
Nick thought for a while and nodded: "You can do anything else. These guys have been selling weeds for so long, and they must have a large amount of cash in their hands. That's the point."