Rebek took it, looking at the business card with only his name and mobile phone number, he was not surprised at all.
For Luke, he was still impressed.
Knocking over two gunmen with a frying pan is not something anyone can do.
In doing so, Luke not only saved Private Nash, but also released him from the cold storage. Rebek must remember this kind of helping hand.
Otherwise, no one would let Rebek out, and he would freeze to death in the cold storage.
Tonight, he was able to kill in the rear, and finally sank the submarine with the nuclear warhead Tomahawk, thanks to this young man.
Nodding slightly, he accepted the invitation, chatted with the seals around him and walked away.
Fleger said to Luke after Rebek walked away, "Why are you here?"
He knew all about Luke's information, and he had even read some confidential information.
It stands to reason that Luke, the Los Angeles police detective, would not appear here.
Luke gestured helplessly with his eyes: "Personal request."
Fleger looked at the three beauties not far behind him: "That blond beauty?" He felt that this person's age seemed quite appropriate.
Luke shook his head slightly: "It's that Sheila singer, she gave me an irresistible price."
He had no intention of keeping it a secret.
The reward Sheila gave him must go to the bank, which is not illegal.
Fleger looked strange: "Are you serious? One hundred thousand or two hundred thousand?"
A person who can capture a monster like Jason alive by himself, and do temporary security for money, the price is definitely not cheap.
Luke rolled his eyes: "Six hours, $10,000. I can't get that much in a month before tax, okay?"
Flagg let out an uh, speechless.
In this way, it is really hard to refuse 10,000 dollars.
His own regular income is only more than 10,000 a month, and he is also a little tempted to earn 10,000 in six hours.
Of course, Luke was at a loss when he encountered such a thing tonight.
He also has something to do, these few words of chatter are enough for him to confirm the basic situation, he just said: "I have something to do, let's go."
Luke nodded without asking him for help.
This Fleige doesn't have much affection for him, not as easy to talk to as Rebek.
However, with the beauty offensive of Sheila and Taylor, and the help of Rebek, an unscrupulous cook, the four of Luke were sent to the helicopter after 20 minutes, and flew back to the military airport.
Just after getting off the plane, the four people were separated into four separate rooms for questioning.
Luke didn't panic when he saw the two people coming in with stern faces, but showed interest instead.
The behavior of these two people is not very like the military, nor like the fbi, but more like... cia
For this kind of professional, Luke doesn't have to show off his acting skills and pretend to be an ignorant boy.
That way, if people take out his file and have a look, they will suspect that there is something wrong with him.
The two did not introduce their specific identities, but said they were investigators, and then began repeated inquiries.
Luke has long studied this kind of inquiry.
Many of the guys he killed were professionals.
The more complex the lie, the more thought it takes and the more loopholes it has.
It is basically impossible to tell the specific details as the real thing.
But it is not difficult for Luke now to simplify a process and make himself believe it.
After asking him for a while, the one of the two who seldom spoke suddenly asked: "Detective Luke Coulson, as the most capable detective in the West Los Angeles Police Department, how do you remember yourself on the deck?" Fuzzy, do you think this makes sense?"
Luke laughed and scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Well... I prefer hands-on."
The two investigators looked at each other in blank dismay, and it took a while for them to realize: What does the author mean, that he doesn't like to use his brain very much
The two of them involuntarily looked at the information of the person who had just been transferred.
Well, kill, kill, kill...
All right! Most of the credit for this detective Luke was obtained by killing gangsters in a few major cases.
Of course, it would be nonsense to conclude that the young detective had no brains.
But people really don't necessarily need to use their brains. Anyway, relying on good marksmanship, good skill, courage, and black hands, go all the way through recklessly, kill all the gangsters, and the case will be solved!
There's nothing wrong with that! ... No wonder!
This guy usually has an astonishing rate of solving crimes. How could he solve the case so quickly without a brain
It was the same person who seldom asked questions: "But, your detection rate ranks first in the serious crime team of the West District. How did you do it?"
Luke looked strange: "Intuition."
The two people on the opposite side: ... What the hell are you playing with us
Luke still had a warm smile: "Like now, I know that the two of you came overnight. This..."
He turned his attention to the main person who asked the question: "You were so anxious that you didn't even have time to pull up the door of your trousers, and you came out on a mission."
The man was startled, and subconsciously touched his crotch, and sure enough, he touched the open zipper. He was extremely embarrassed, and silently moved his hands up and down under his crotch, closing this embarrassing topic.
Luke looked at the one who asked few questions again: "And this gentleman, you were woken up while you were sleeping, and you even buttoned your shirt wrongly."
The man looked down unconsciously, and also covered up his suit in embarrassment.
This is an urgent task. He was called in the middle of the night and went out while getting dressed, so he had no time to check the buttons.
Luke spread his hands: "However, I didn't discover these small conditions of the two of you because I was careful, but my eyesight is more sensitive. This is a talent. I can use this talent in solving cases, and I can get some small successes." No wonder. In fact, I've never been good at brains like logical reasoning. Hands suit me better than brains."
The two investigators were silent.
It's not unusual for Luke to be in this situation, he is that kind of talented player.
Talent is something that is hard to say.
As elite case investigators, they have also seen a lot of weird people and things. Luke's situation is not uncommon.
But as these two are professionals, Luke certainly won't let them off so easily.
The one who rarely asked questions spoke again: "Then why didn't you do anything this time? You said that you only knocked out two armed robbers, and you didn't fire a single shot and didn't kill any of them. Is that possible?"
Luke spread his hands: "I usually perform tasks, but tens of thousands of Los Angeles police are behind me. But on this battleship, I am alone, and I have to worry about the safety of three women. How dare I attract the gangsters? Attention. Do you two see me as such a fool?"
The two were speechless.
Things like home and away games certainly have an impact on the battle, not to mention there are three oil bottles following.