Los Angeles Detective

Luke walked out of the office, and a black man standing by the water cooler looked at him with an exaggerated expression.

The black man named Marcus is the famous big mouth of the police department, "Wow, I seem to hear that someone is going to be transferred? Could it be you?"

"You heard me wrong."

Marcus asked in an accent with a rap rhythm, "Yeah, if I don't admit it, I'll pack up and leave."

Luke glanced at the office and walked to a distance, "The one who needs to be transferred is the captain."

Vincent's deputy team asked, "The captain said it himself?"

Luke nodded, "Of course, the captain wants me to take her place."

"Hey..." Marcus sneered, "Are you joking? I am more qualified to be the captain than you."

Luke said seriously, "I thought so too, so I recommended you to Captain Susan."

Marcus asked subconsciously, "What did the captain say?"

Luke imitated Susan's tone with a serious expression, and shouted, "Shut up, disappear from my sight immediately.

I came out. "

Marcus was stunned and didn't react for a while.

Vincent's deputy shook his head, "Marcus, you've been tricked."

"Ha ha……"

Other colleagues also laughed.

By the time Marcus understood, Luke had already returned to his place.

During this period of time, he was indeed a little passive and sabotage, and there were many reasons for this.

There are many things to learn and adapt for a Chinese policeman to become a Los Angeles police detective, such as culture, life, work, mentality, environment...

It's not easy.

Luke has read time-travel novels before, and those protagonists can quickly adapt to their identities after time-traveling, even better than the original owner of the body.

It's actually hard.

Strictly speaking, he is just a rookie now, but Susan judges him by the standard of an elite police detective.

Luke shook his head, suppressing the mess of thoughts.

Let's do the work first, and the job of the police is to solve cases.

Just solve the 'taser robbery' and everything will be solved.

Luke found information on two cases and started researching.

The suspect's purpose of committing the crime is not clear, and he may be concealing the real motive of committing the crime...

...

8pm.

Fly bar.

After time travel, Luke also fell in love with the bar culture, and would often come here for a drink after get off work.

Luke came here today not just for entertainment, but for other purposes.

This bar was renovated last year, and the environment is not bad, with a dance floor, entertainment area, booth area and bar.

There aren't many people at this spot, and Luke sits on the bar stools around the bar.

A bartender in a black vest came over, "What would you like to drink today?"

The bartender is a middle-aged white man, and Luke is a frequent visitor here, and the two have a good relationship.

"whisky."

The bartender poured half a glass of whiskey and put it on the bar, "Is there anything else you need?"

"Bring me five scratch cards."

The United States is a big lottery country with a wide variety of lotteries, and each state can set up lottery supervision and issuance agencies.

There are retail outlets in convenient places such as bars, supermarkets, gas stations, and clubs.

Luke rarely bought lottery tickets before, he felt that it was a waste of money.

But now he has an 'Adventure Card'.

For Luke, who lives in distress, getting rich is the best adventure.

Luke picked up the wine glass and took a sip, savoring it carefully in his mouth, it was slightly sour and spicy, and the alcohol was not weak.

There were snacks in the self-service area, and he chose a small plate of nuts and pretzels, but the rest were too sweet for his taste.

A smell of perfume wafted over, and Luke turned his head to look, and a young woman came over.

"Hi, excuse me, we meet again." The woman looked familiar, and it was the woman who drove the convertible yesterday.

She wore a black professional attire today, which gave her a little more capable demeanor.

Luke looked each other up and down, "Miss, what's your name?"

"Daisy, just call me Daisy.

Although you didn't help, I still have to say for my tires, thank you. "

Luke smiled, "I'm just afraid that your boyfriend might misunderstand."

"You are so sweet." Daisy left without saying a word.

Luke continued to drink leisurely, enjoying the leisurely atmosphere.

"Your scratch-offs, Goodluck." The bartender handed Luke a scratch-off.

"How much?"

Luke rubbed his hands, already impatient.

"Five dollars for the whiskey, five dollars for the scratch-off, and a generous lady paid for it for you, and gave me a five-dollar tip."

"Who paid for it for me?"

"That pretty lady who was talking to you just now, she just left."

Luke shook his head, "I don't need others to pay, I will pay myself."

The bartender rolled his eyes and said, "Hey, relax, this is normal in bars.

Next time you can ask her to talk a little more, maybe something else will happen? "

Luke sighed softly, "What I care about is not the drink money, but the scratches.

Who wins if I win? I don't want to make trouble. "

...

Leaving the bar, Daisy walked into a neighborhood street.

The light was a little dim, and no pedestrians could be seen in front of the street.

She faintly heard footsteps behind her, and turned her head to see a man following in the distance, but she couldn't see his face clearly.

Daisy was a little nervous and quickened her pace.

The footsteps behind her became more and more urgent, getting closer.

She couldn't run against the opponent in high heels at all, and almost turned her foot.

She panicked, and reached into her satchel with her right hand, as if she was rummaging for something.

She took out a small bottle from her bag and turned to face behind him. The man was wearing a baseball cap, but he still couldn't see his face clearly, "Who are you?

Why...No..."

Before Daisy finished speaking, she saw the man take out a gun from his bag.

"boom!"

Daisy fell to the ground straight as if she had been shocked by an electric shock, and fell into a coma instantly.

A man in a baseball cap came over and kicked the bottle in Daisy's right hand and dragged her to the corner of the street.

The man in the baseball cap opened the travel bag in his hand, put Daisy's satchel in it, took off Daisy's shoes and threw it in, and stretched out his hand to his coat...

Suddenly, a voice sounded not far away, "LAPD, raise your hands!"

"Fuck! How could there be police?" The man in the baseball cap showed a look of astonishment.

"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 from the suspect with guns in both hands, "face down, lying on the ground, hands behind his back."

"Sir, you may have misunderstood. She is my girlfriend. She is sick and I am helping her."

"Shut up, look forward, don't move around."

Luke held the gun in his right hand, took out the handcuffs in his left hand, pressed his knees on the suspect's body, handcuffed him from behind, took off his pants,

"You have the right to remain silent.

If you don't keep silent, then everything you say can be used as evidence against you in court.

You have the right to be consulted by a lawyer during your trial.

If you cannot afford an attorney, the court will provide you with an attorney for free. "

After reading the Miranda warning, Luke's former feeling of being a policeman came back.

A voice sounded in his head, [Complete an adventure experience, the adventure card has been activated and used. 】