When Luke and Selena walked out of the hall, several colleagues immediately glared at John who was sitting there, relieved and smiling.
"Tell me, John, who are these two people?" One of the young policewomen with blond hair asked.
John took out a pack of equally crumpled cigarettes in his crumpled checkered T-shirt, shook out one, lit it, and took a good puff: "Wait a minute, I seemed to have a bet with you earlier? I bet that the person who came here is definitely not the second generation who came to be gilded, it seems that I won."
Everyone looked at each other, and the last middle-aged man with a mustache gritted his teeth and took out a ten-dollar knife, and threw it at him: "If you can't make a name for yourself, don't even try to take this money away."
At the beginning of this, the other police detectives took out their wallets one after another, and threw ten or twenty bills on John: "Say it quickly, or you will buy lunch."
John grabbed the few banknotes casually, stuffed them into his trouser pocket, took another puff of cigarettes, and said, "Ahem, I ran for a long time just now, and I'm a little thirsty."
The blond policewoman left immediately: "Okay, I'll go buy water for you right now, I'll talk about it when I come back. If you don't come up with some inside information, you'll still pay for the water."
John laid his legs up on the desk leisurely: "Then give me a bottle of Corona, mineral water won't quench my thirst."
The blond policewoman gave him the middle finger without looking back, and left quickly.
A few minutes later, John took a sip of iced Corona, looked at his colleagues with flaming eyes, and smiled unhurriedly: "Remember, when was the last time I became a police detective again?"
Everyone didn't come back to their senses for a while, why did this question suddenly go to John himself.
The middle-aged mustache frowned: "Don't be so stupid, just get to the point."
John took another sip of beer before saying: "This is the topic. Just before Christmas last year, I was demoted to a police detective, and I was given a big vacation to visit relatives in Los Angeles. Who of you still remembers that on Christmas Eve, Los Angeles What happened?"
Everyone's minds turned immediately.
Everyone was a detective, John was, and so were the two new young detectives, so what happened could only refer to a big case.
Only the big cases in Los Angeles will let them in the New York Police Department hear about it.
"The robbery of Zhongfu Building's treasury?" The blond policewoman, who is often in charge of intelligence work, was the first to give the correct answer.
John smiled and nodded: "And then?"
The middle-aged mustache reacted quickly this time: "You participated?"
John nodded.
Mustache's second question also came: "Is that Luke also involved?"
John nodded again.
After a moment of frantic brainstorming, the complexions of all the people changed.
It was still Mustache who said: "The internal report on the robbery of the Zhongfu Building mentioned that a New York police detective and a Los Angeles police detective jointly killed more than 50 empty cloth elements and cracked this shocking case." case. Don’t tell me, you and Luke are these two detectives?”
John gave him a thumbs up and took another sip of beer with a smile.
Everyone gasped.
This case was analyzed within the police departments across the United States.
New York has more people than Los Angeles, and more treasuries than Los Angeles, and there is an endless stream of people who think about these treasuries.
The nypd headquarters is directly under the police department, and it often needs to deal with similar serious cases. This typical case has been used by them for many deduction.
But at that time, no one could think of how two different police detectives who did not know each other before could work together to kill more than fifty professional robbers with fierce firepower and professional actions, and also ensure the safety of dozens of hostages.
In that case, all the conditions were not favorable to the two detectives, and in the end it was the detectives who wiped out the robbers.
John looked at the expressions of everyone, and finally said: "We are all old buddies, so I will tell you about this, remember to keep it secret."
Everyone nodded silently.
The job of a police detective is inherently dangerous, and there are not a few police detectives who have been retaliated against afterwards.
The darker the detective, the more likely he will be retaliated against.
John and that Luke are also very good among black players, so of course they should try to keep their situation as secret as possible.
Therefore, the last time John came back, when everyone discussed and analyzed the case, they never mentioned that they were witnesses.
One is to avoid the limelight at the time, and the other is to consider their own safety.
Seeing everyone nodding, John drank the beer in one gulp and stood up: "You guys can think of something good. I'm going to take a shower first. The sewer must have been cleaned for decades. It stinks."
A police detective couldn't help asking, "What's the matter?"
"In the police detective station, it's a good thing to have another colleague who can fight well?" After saying this, John left without looking back.
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, thinking that there was nothing wrong with this statement.
Why is John so hung up? Isn't it because he can fight, dare to fight, and dare to take on dangerous missions.
And once he goes up, other people follow up, the danger will be much smaller.
If it weren't for John's presence in the past few years, at least two or three of them would have retired due to injuries, and even held a memorial service directly.
Thinking of this, everyone relaxed.
Reliable teammates are more worthy of their happiness than the gold-plated second generation.
They put pig teammates on the table, and if they don't do it well, they will die.
Only the middle-aged mustache had an uncertain expression, as if he had thought of something unhappy.
"Let's go, go take a shower. I feel like I just crawled out of a cesspit."
"Pull you down, it's John who drilled into the cesspit, you just smelled old methane gas from the entrance."
"You are capable, why did you hide farther than me just now?"
Amidst the uproar, a group of people laughed and left the hall.
In the office by the hall, Dustin looked away and sighed helplessly.
He actually didn't want Luke to be recognized, the potential danger would be much greater.
But who made McLean, the super shit-stirring stick, be in the police station, and he happened to be under him.
I can only remind Luke to pay more attention. Dustin muttered in his heart, lowered his head again, and started to work.
Here Luke and the two left the police station and drove to the parking lot. Selena sighed: "The bombing case is much more complicated than I imagined, and there are actually problems within the police station."
Luke didn't take it seriously: "If it weren't for Los Angeles, when we were under Dustin, this kind of thing would be very common."
It was only at this time that Selena was grateful to a middle-aged orphan: "Thanks to our boss for not playing crooked tricks."
Luke hehe.
He has reservations about this.
Dustin has a bottom line, but he is not pedantic.
Of course he will make money, but it will be justified, legal and reasonable.
The United States even has lobbying bills. As long as you know how to operate some other crooked methods, the money you make is really legal.