"So..." Selena looked at him.
Luke nodded thoughtfully: "So, we won't check."
Selena: "Huh?"
Luke chuckled: "Let the person who dug up this case continue to investigate, wouldn't it be enough?"
Selena frowned: "Are you sure?"
Luke: "Sure."
He had already had a conflict with the dog-legged state police today, and if the investigation continued, he would have to kill a few black policemen directly.
To deal with the Esworth family, the efficiency of confrontation is too low, and it is easy for the other party to raise their vigilance and hide evidence.
Although he is not a judge, he does not need evidence to go to court.
But if he wanted to get rid of the power of the Esworth family in Los Angeles in one fell swoop, it would be impossible for him to fight alone.
And he also prefers to hide in the dark, creating the right time to act.
…
Beside the road, two state policemen found the key to the handcuffs from the wasteland a few hundred meters away in disgrace, and opened their own handcuffs.
The two looked at each other, both in shock.
"Fuxk! Who did they offend? These two young men are definitely not simple." The Hispanic state policeman gritted his teeth and rubbed several places on his body.
The few blows that Selena gave him on the back just now were not light.
The white state trooper grimaced: "Why didn't you put the illegal drug in that boy's clothes?"
Hispanic state police annoyed: "It's gone. I put it in my trouser pocket before I came out...uh"
His hand subconsciously fumbling in his pocket stopped, and he pulled it out after a while, and a bag of small white crystals was in sight.
The white state trooper stared at him without saying a word.
The Hispanic state policeman was stunned for a moment, then shook his head again and again: "No, I really didn't touch it just now. Wait, this guy is a thief?"
The white state policeman gritted his teeth: "Why don't you say he has superpowers? Right under our noses, he can still steal this thing and put it back? My eyes never left his hands for a moment, okay?" "
Hispanic state troopers were left speechless.
After a while, he said: "Carl, if we really put this thing in his pocket just now, would it be useful?"
Carl, a white state trooper, was questioned.
The answer to this question does not seem to require much thought.
"What do you want to say? Julio." Carl asked in a deep voice.
The Hispanic state police officer Julio hesitated for a moment, and said, "Those two people just now could have filmed our statement, but they didn't mean it at all. And Cole, who left the job a few years ago, looked mentally insane It's normal. If this matter gets mixed up, we may not live to receive a pension."
Carl was silent for a moment, then raised his legs and walked towards his police car.
Julio followed silently.
The police car moved, turned around, and headed north.
It took a while before Carl said: "Remember, we haven't met the target today, and we haven't seen their ID. If "those people" call this kind of thing again, you know what to do?"
Julio let out a long breath: "I'd rather go to the hospital to lie down when the prostatitis recurs, and I won't get involved in this shit anymore, whoever wants to do it! Labor and management are just a small policeman, not Esworth. home killer."
Carl frowned: "Shut up. Don't mention the name, understand? We are us, and "those people" are "those people"."
Inside the car, silence returned.
In the setting sun, a police car drove north alone.
…
At night, on the edge of downtown Los Angeles, in a rented warehouse-like place, two men were discussing with a large pile of documents.
Suddenly, the warehouse shutter door behind them was opened.
The faces of both of them changed, and the middle-aged Xieding untied the holster on his waist, ready to draw his gun at any time.
At this moment, the rolling shutter door rose to a sufficient height, and the two of them were stunned when they saw the person coming.
Or the middle-aged Xie Ding shouted: "Batman?"
The other long-haired man narrowed his eyes, didn't say a word, and quietly stepped back, his hand already touched the shotgun hidden under the table.
"Mr. Cole, you can take out the gun openly, but don't point it at me, and Mr. Hart is the same." The mechanical electronic sound sounded, and the black giant walked into the warehouse, and pulled down the shutter door casually.
The bald middle-aged Hart glanced at the long-haired middle-aged man, but chose to ask himself: "Who are you?"
The corners of Luke's mouth curled up in the mask: "You called me just now, but you don't believe in this identity, so this question is not important."
As he spoke, he threw a large black bag in his hand onto the table: "This is what you need."
Before the two of them went to check the big bag, he continued: "The Esworth family you checked is not as simple as you imagined."
It was Hart who said, "What exactly do you want to say?"
Luke laughed lowly: "What I want to say is that there are extraordinary individuals like me behind them."
He looked at Hart who was surprised, and the long-haired middle-aged Cole who was still silent, and continued: "This case is not a decryption game, but a murder game. Once Esworth finds out, you want to investigate Get rid of their backgrounds, the ones who come to you are no longer the police, but the killers, and human life is not worth mentioning to them."
"Life itself is a boring process." Cole said in a low voice, his tone didn't seem to have any ups and downs.
Luke looked at him: "Even if you want to die, you can investigate this case before you die."
Hart's face sank: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
A pair of blood-red triangular lenses on the black mask looked at him: "He lives like a ghost, and he is afraid of what I will say."
Having said that, Luke's work is considered complete, he turns and opens the shutter door, and disappears into the night.
The two men in the warehouse looked at each other, walked to the door with guns in their hands, looked around for a while, and closed the door again.
This time, the two added a chain to the shutter door.
Back at the table, both of them looked at the big black bag.
Colmer stepped forward without saying a word, and directly opened the zipper, revealing stacks of bound printing paper inside.
He picked up the top stack, flipped through a few pages, and became focused: "It really is, our investigation is in the right direction..."
Hart also leaned over, looked at it for a moment, and immediately said: "This is an official document found in the police archives. Look at the number, there are pd and lspd information."
Cole didn't answer, and quickly flipped through the first stack of documents, muttering in his mouth: "Not enough, this information is not enough." He picked up the second stack of documents.
Hart pressed his hand: "Wait."
Cole frowned.
"Don't forget, we were blocked in this warehouse by "that" just now." Hart reminded: "Even if it is for the safety of these materials, we should change places."
Cole still frowned, obviously reluctant.
But reason told him that the "Batman" just now didn't look like he was lying.
The Esworth family they are facing may really send someone to silence them.
The two looked at each other silently, and quickly cleaned up.