If John was as obedient as this Luke, he might have already taken the position of chief detective, and Dustin would have nothing to do with him. Walter couldn't help but think so.
Luke didn't know Walter's complicated mood, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care too much.
It is unlikely that Walter wants to beat Dustin.
This veteran police inspector will either accept his fate and become a junior, or he will be transferred to another department. He will work with Luke for at least a few months.
Luke could tell that Walter wasn't that kind of vicious guy, and that he and Dustin were just competing for promotion, not to the point of life and death. Of course, he couldn't intentionally make this inspector unlucky.
After sending the two of them out of the Clinton area, Luke returned and found the two families according to the address Walter gave.
The questioning process was not smooth, and there was almost a shootout at the second house.
When the man in the second house opened the door with a tense look and saw himself showing his police badge, Luke noticed that the man was moving abnormally, and also noticed that the man had a gun in his hand behind his back.
He was one step away from the door, and decisively kicked the door open.
Snapped! The edge of the wooden door slammed heavily on the man's face, and the man fainted instantly.
Looking at the pistol that fell on the ground, Luke sighed: "Why can't you talk properly?"
He didn't go in either, but just said to Selina: "Call and ask the patrol from the 15th Sub-bureau to come and take her away."
After speaking, he leaned against the door, took out a chocolate lollipop and ate it.
He wasn't interested in wasting time interrogating this kind of shrimp, so he handed it over to the patrolmen of the 15th Sub-bureau to clean the floor.
As a result, half an hour later, the man who was knocked unconscious by the door woke up, and the patrolman hadn't come yet.
Luke is not in a hurry, he has long expected the efficiency of the 15th Bureau.
The 15th branch dares to say that it is the second-to-last business level of all the branches in New York, but no branch dares to admit that it is the first.
Luke looked at the man who woke up and laughed: "Are you awake? Then answer my question honestly."
The man now only felt that his brain was hurting, and he didn't pay attention to his words at all.
Luke: "If your answer satisfies me, then you didn't have the gun in your hand when you attacked the police. If it doesn't satisfy me, then the gun will be in the state after firing, understand?"
The Hispanic middle-aged man was full of question marks, and after thinking for a while in a drowsy mind, he understood the difference and quickly agreed.
Shooting a police officer is not the same thing as hitting a police officer with your fist.
He didn't want to be picked up by the police, let alone a heavy sentence by the judge.
In less than ten minutes, he explained clearly what happened on the night of the bombing.
Moreover, this man also knows a little useful information.
He witnessed some things that night, but he didn't mention it because he didn't want to cause trouble. However, Luke's telepathic communication sensed that there was something concealed. After being pressed several times, he still had to confess.
"You mean, the car that was in charge of delivering goods to the Russians went in that night, and it exploded a few minutes later?" Luke confirmed.
The man nodded: "That car always comes between 7:00 and 8:00 in the evening. I usually go downstairs to eat at that time. I have seen it several times."
Luke knew it.
Owen, the leader of the Irish gang, guessed rightly that the bombing was most likely the work of Jin Bin.
Because Jin Bin is the largest wholesaler of illegal drugs in New York, and he is the one who supplies the Russians.
If a truck of his own was bombed, Jin would never swallow his anger, and would definitely send someone to find out who moved his cargo.
This matter was done by the black mask, and this kind of rumor could not have fooled Jin Bin, so it could only be a rumor spread by Jin Bin himself.
When asked here, both Luke and Selena ate two lollipops, and the patrolman from the 15th Precinct arrived late.
The two patrolmen looked businesslike, and after talking to Luke, they wanted to take the Hispanic man down.
Luke raised his eyebrows and stopped them: "Two police officers, you'd better check his house."
The patrolman glanced at him, and a patrolman who was almost forty years old nodded indifferently: "We have to escort him back first, just put a seal here."
Luke felt relieved: he really is the leader of the worst branch in New York! This attitude of going through the motions is not concealed in front of colleagues at the headquarters.
As the saying goes, one day to be a monk hits the clock.
These two patrolmen are going to be monks, they are afraid that they will eat and sleep every day, and they will not even touch the clock.
"Both 'police officers', need I remind you, is there anyone else in the house?" Luke asked.
The two patrolmen were stunned: "There are still people? Then why don't you go and see?"
Luke: "Isn't this your jurisdiction? But it seems that the two of you are too busy, so forget it."
As he spoke, he motioned to Selena, and the two walked into the room.
After pushing open the bedroom door, the two quickly helped out a young woman from inside.
The two patrolmen looked at the woman's expensive attire and immediately knew something was wrong.
This woman didn't seem like someone who appeared here, and it was even more unlikely that she would live with that little gangster in this dilapidated apartment building exclusive to the poor.
So, there's another kidnapping case here
Luke didn't care about this woman before, because he noticed that she seemed to be sleeping.
Although she slept so soundly, it was a bit strange that she didn't even wake up after all the noise outside.
The situation was abnormal now, he didn't want to hand over the girl to two unreliable patrolmen, he and Selena took the girl into the car and headed straight to Metropolitan General Hospital.
"This should be a girl, right? If you look carefully, you're not too old." Selena looked at the girl in the back seat and sighed: "These people in the 15th Bureau are more unreliable than I thought, and the law and order here is too bad. .”
Luke's tone was light: "Once people get used to deceiving their superiors and inferiors, fooling the outside world and themselves at the same time, they will eventually become such garbage."
Relatively speaking, even in a big city like Los Angeles where there are many gangs, most of the policemen in it still have to be dedicated, at least on the surface.
It was only half past eleven in the morning, and the two patrolmen had not been on duty for three hours, and they seemed to be in a hurry to eat lunch.
The Fifteenth Division really deserved the name of the worst division in New York.
Although Luke and Luke often slipped from work, they were in the situation of overfulfilling their work, and they never needed to go to the police to dawdle and muddle along.
After saying these two sentences, Luke and Selena are not interested in discussing the uncomfortable existence of the 15th Bureau.
When they arrived at the Metropolitan General Hospital, they sent the young woman to the emergency department.
After more than ten minutes, a nurse with brown half-long hair came out: "Two detectives, the patient is in a semi-comatose state, and the situation is not clear at the moment, so I cannot accept your inquiries."
Luke nodded: "Do you have time? We need to know about the situation of the victim."
Brown-haired nurse: "I have five minutes to spare."