Chapter 4 Thanks from Tires
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Luke walked out of the office, and a black man standing by the water cooler looked at him with exaggerated expression.
Markus, the detective's famous big mouth, "Wow, I thought I heard a transfer? Not You?"
"You heard wrong."
"Yeah," Markus said in his rapping accent, "I'd be packing my bags if I didn't admit it."
Luke glanced at his office and walked away. "The captain is going to be transferred."
Lieutenant Vincennes asked, "Did the captain say that?"
Luke nodded. "Of course, the captain wants me to take her place."
“Heh heh...” Markus let out a chuckle. “Are you kidding me? I'm more qualified to be captain than you are.”
Luke looked serious. “That's what I thought. I recommended you to Captain Susan.”
Markus asked subconsciously, “What did the captain say?”
Luke looked serious, mimicking Susan's tone, and shouted, “Shutup, get out of my face right now.
I came out.”
Markus was stunned.
Lieutenant Vincennes shook his head. “Markus, you got played.”
“Ha Ha...”
Other colleagues laughed too.
By the time Markus figured it out, Luke was back in his place.
During this period of time he did some passive slacking, the reasons are manifold.
A Chinese police officer needs to learn and adapt to many places to become a Los Angeles police detective. Culture, life, work, mentality, environment...
It's not easy.
Luke has read time-travel novels before, and the characters adapt quickly to their identities, even better than their original bodies.
It's actually hard.
Technically, he's a rookie now, but Susan measures him by the standards of an elite detective.
Luke shook his head, suppressing the jumble of thoughts.
Let's get to work. The job of a cop is still to c***k a case.
All problems are solved by solving the Taser robbery.
Luke, get the files on both cases and start digging.
The Unsub's motive is unclear and may be concealing his real motive...
......
8 p.m.
Flying Bar.
Luke also developed a taste for bar culture, coming in for a drink after work.
Luke didn't come here today just for fun. He came here for something else.
The bar was redecorated last year and is in a good condition with a dance floor, entertainment area, Booth area and bar.
It was a quiet hour, and Luke was sitting on a stool around the bar.
A bartender in a black waistcoat came over. “What would you like to drink today?”
The bartender was a white, middle-aged man, Luke was a regular, and they were close.
“Whiskey.”
The bartender pours half a glass of whiskey and puts it on the bar. “Anything else?”
“Get Me Five Scratchers.”
America is a big lottery country. There are so many kinds of lottery that each state can set up a lottery regulatory and issuing agency.
Bars, supermarkets, gas stations, clubs and other convenient places have retail outlets.
Luke had rarely bought lottery tickets before and thought it a waste of money.
But now he has an adventure card.
Making a fortune for the hard-pressed Luke was the best adventure of all.
Luke picked up his glass and took a sip, savoring it in his mouth. It was slightly sour and spicy, and it was strong.
There were snacks in the buffet area. He chose a small plate of nuts and pretzels. The rest were too sweet to eat.
The smell of perfume wafted in, and Luke turned to see a young woman approaching.
“Hi, Excuse me, we meet again.” The woman looked familiar. It was the woman who drove the convertible yesterday.
She is dressed in a black business suit today, a bit more capable temperament.
Luke looked up and down at her. “Miss, What's Your Name?”
“Daisy, Call Me Daisy.
You didn't help, but say thank you for my tire.”
Luke smiled. “I'm just afraid your boyfriend will get the wrong idea.”
“That's very sweet of you,” Daisy said before leaving.
Luke continued to drink at a leisurely pace, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere.
“Here's Your Scratch, Goodluck.” The bartender hands Luke a copy of the scratch-off.
"How much?"
Luke rubbed his hands. He couldn't wait.
“Five bucks for the whisky, five bucks for the scratch-off, and a generous lady paid for it and tipped me five bucks.”
“Who paid for it?”
“That's the pretty lady you were talking to. She just left.”
Luke shook his head. “I don't need to be paid. I'll pay for it myself.”
The bartender winks and says, “Hey, Relax. It's normal in bars.
Next time you can ask her to talk more, maybe something will happen?”
Luke sighed. “I don't care about the drinks. I care about the scratchers.
If I win, whose is it? I don't want any trouble.”
......
Leaving the bar, Daisy walks into a community street.
The light was dim and there were no pedestrians in front of the street.
She faintly heard the sound of footsteps behind her, turning her head and looking at a man in the distance, and she couldn't see her appearance.
Daisy was a little nervous and speeded up.
The footsteps behind them are getting more and more urgent and closer.
She couldn't run the opponent in high heels, and almost crooked her feet.
She panicked and stretched into the shoulder bag with her right hand, and seemed to be looking for something.
She took out a small bottle from the bag and turned behind. The man wore a baseball cap and still couldn't see her appearance. "Who are you?
Why ... no ... "
Before Daisy finished speaking, he saw the man took out a g*n from the bag.
"boom!"
Daisy fell to the ground straight, and he fell into a coma instantly.
A man in a baseball cap came up and kicked the bottle off Daisy's right hand, dragging her to the corner of the street.
The Man in the baseball cap opened the bag in his hand, put Daisy's bag in it, took off Daisy's shoes, threw them in, and reached for his shirt...
Suddenly, not far away, a voice said, “LAPD, put your hands up!”
“f**k! How could there be a cop?” The Man in the baseball cap looked surprised.
“Hands Up!”
“Don't shoot!” The Man in the baseball cap looked at Luke and slowly raised his hands.
Luke walked a few meters away with his g*n in both hands. “Face down on the ground, hands behind your back.”
“Sir, you may be mistaken, she is my girlfriend, she is sick, I am helping.”
“Shut up and look straight ahead.”
Luke took the handcuffs out of his right hand, put his knee on the suspect's body, cuffed him from behind, and took off his pants,
“You have the right to remain silent.
If you do not remain silent, anything you say can be used against you in court.
You have the right to have an attorney present during your trial.
If you can't afford a lawyer, the court will give you one for free.”
After reading the Miranda warning, Luke felt like a cop again.
A voice in my head said, “Complete an adventure, adventure card activated, used.”
- Writer
