Selena waited until the video was played, and then dragged out the photos of the two people: "According to the physical characteristics of the two people, I asked Sonia to help search the surveillance cameras on the nearby streets before the incident, and found the two suspects. .”
In the photo, the first one is a man of Indian descent named Christo Weiss.
The other was a middle-aged white man named George Harker.
"Both of them have criminal records, and you should be able to guess the crimes." Selena said.
"Robbery?" Luke looked away and continued cooking.
Selena: "Yes, but George Harker's most serious crime is robbing a jewelry store. Crystal Weiss... he really robbed banks. But in the case where the two were prosecuted, None of them killed anyone, so one of them was imprisoned for two years, and the other was imprisoned for a year and a half before being released again."
Luke smashed his mouth: "Well, it seems that the prison is almost full, and the parole officer can't wait to throw these guys out, endangering society again."
Selena didn't follow up. After all, this is a fact, and the fact that the US prison is in an emergency is really not a bragging.
Take the crime rate in Los Angeles as an example. If some light criminals are not thrown out, the prison will really have no place to detain people.
She just continued: "Elizabeth helped to investigate, and the two of them have no official jobs now. According to gossip, they are both doing unscrupulous odd jobs in Los Angeles."
Luke: "Killer? Or mercenary?"
Selena: "It's about the same, but it's not that serious. I just take on small jobs, collect bills, seek revenge and beat people, and my life is very ordinary."
"So, this time they're going to make a big deal." Luke stuffed what was in his hand into the oven.
He clapped his hands: "Okay, the situation is known, after dinner, let's go to a professional for consultation."
Selena: "OK, what's for dinner tonight?"
Luke: "Eat chicken."
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As night fell, a small bar in the eastern part of Los Angeles was filled with smoky atmosphere.
The music in the bar is messed up, and the people inside are messed up.
All kinds of chaotic clothes and tattoos are flooded on every customer's body, mixed with all kinds of sweat, body odor, perfume, smoke and alcohol, which makes this place seem like a hell.
It's not hell, but the smell is definitely hell.
The people inside are either crooked, vicious, or full of flesh.
Luke and Selena came in and attracted some attention, but most of them were still having fun on their own.
Luke rarely wore a hip-hop-style long T-shirt and fat shorts, the kind whose crotch almost fell to his knees. He also wore a golden half-length wig and a mustache.
Even so, his attire was considered the youngest and freshest person in the bar.
Selena also had a purple wig, and she wore a brighter makeup, so she couldn't see her usual appearance at all.
She also wore a similar hip-hop-style oversized t-shirt, but the camisole inside wrapped her upper body tightly, causing many eyes to look away regretfully.
When he arrived at the bar, Luke looked up at a blackboard behind the bartender. There were a lot of inexplicable names and money amounts on it.
He didn't pay much attention to it, and knocked on the bar: "Two glasses of pure water."
The bartender looked normal, and quickly poured two glasses of ice water: "New here?"
Luke smiled and nodded: "That's right. Let's find two people."
The bartender snorted, but didn't answer.
Luke didn't care, and said casually: "I heard someone introduce them. One of them is named George, and the other is named Crystal. They are fairly measured, and they don't mess around with guys. I want to ask them to do some small jobs."
The bartender stopped moving, looked up at him for a moment, and shook his head with a smile: "Child, this is not the place you should come. Go home and find your girlfriend, watch a movie, and communicate with each other. Life is better."
Luke chuckled and hugged Selena beside him: "Sorry, I already have one."
The corner of the bartender's eyes twitched, but he said, "Then you don't need to call your girlfriend, just go home."
Luke sighed, his face changed suddenly, and he looked sideways.
Not far away, a person just opened the door and came in, still cursing.
Walking to the bar, the man took out a card and two hundred dollars to the bartender: "Return the money to that little girl. I'm a killer, not Jiji to save the company. Her boyfriend was killed by a rival in love." If you hit me, it's none of my business? Little boy deserves to be beaten."
"Sam, are you posting small bar advertisements everywhere again? How can even children come to your broken bar to hire killers because of their jealousy?" Having said that, he glanced at Luke and the two beside him, He smiled naturally: "Well, the kid didn't mean you."
Luke touched his face and said with a smile: "Actually, I don't mind people calling me a little boy. Because that usually proves that I am more handsome than him."
visitor: ...
Bartender: ...
Someone knocked on the bar and motioned for the bartender to serve the drink. He had already said, "Generally speaking, a pretty boy is synonymous with sissy, not handsome. A truly handsome man must be like me. See?"
His hand gestured on his stubble, and then gestured on the pink and blue T-shirt on his chest.
Luke was silent for a moment, and then said: "If a sloppy person who hasn't shaved for a few days or a dirty T-shirt that hasn't been washed for a few days can be called handsome, then the gold content of the word handsome will be greatly reduced."
The bartender next to him laughed out loud, spilling a lot of wine in his hand.
"Wade, children always like to tell the truth. You are not the emperor, and others will not flatter your "handsome" new clothes." While talking, he took a towel to wipe off the wine stains without re- After pouring the wine, put the half glass of wine in front of the visitor.
The guy named Wade picked up the wine dissatisfied, and took a sip: "Damn, is your wine mixed with water? Why is it getting worse and worse?"
The bartender's face was not red and his heart was beating: "The alcohol content is too high, and you will smash my bar more frequently. In order to save you from paying for tables, chairs and glasses, I added more ice cubes. Is it wrong?"
"Bullshit!" Wade muttered, but didn't say anything more.
Luke smiled and watched the two of them finish their fight, and then said to Wade, "Mr. Assassin, I have a business here, do you want to take it?"
Wade glanced at him, and then glanced at Selena behind him: "You don't want me to help you beat up your rival, do you? Well, although your skills are good."
Selena snorted coldly and turned her head dissatisfied.
The implied meaning of Wade's words is very problematic.
Isn't this saying that Luke is so young, and it's rare to meet her, a mature beauty
Luke smiled and shook his head: "I'm looking for two people."
The bartender over there was busy on his own, with an attitude of "whatever you do".
Wade became a little interested: "Remuneration?"
Luke: "The exact foothold for the two of you is a thousand dollars."