Los Angeles Detective

Cindy Botu home.

The black Dodge has disappeared, and from the outside, Cindy Botu's house is no different from the past.

However, after entering the house, you will find that there is another universe.

Cindy Botu's daughter sat on the sofa with red eyes and an uneasy expression on her face.

Luke and David communicated in low voices.

Two officers from the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department came to assist.

More state troopers and county troopers are tracking the suspect vehicle.

This is Luke's proposal, Gaimatsu Neijin.

David asked in a low voice, "Where do you think Cole will take Cindy?"

Luke thought for a while and said, "If you know the license plate number of the car Cole uses, it will be easy to track."

David nodded, "Yes, there are too many black SUVs, and it is very difficult to track them. And this is not Los Angeles, so there are so few cameras."

Luke pondered for a moment, "Remember the restaurant called 'Golden Corral' we went to yesterday? That white aunt has seen Cole, maybe he has seen Cole's car.

Instead of waiting here, why not talk to her, maybe she can provide some clues, such as the license plate number. "

David looked at the two county police officers next to him, "I'm here to watch, you go."

"OK, do you need me to bring something?"

"It's enough to fill your stomach."

"See you tonight." Luke stood by the window, looked out and saw no suspicious persons, then left the house, walked about a few hundred meters and got into the Dodge car.

After driving for about ten minutes, Luke arrived at the 'Golden Corral' restaurant.

The white aunt greeted, "Good evening, handsome guy from Los Angeles, nice to see you again."

"Me too."

"what do you want to eat?"

Luke smiled, "Kutta."

"OK, this dish will definitely not disappoint you, but this dish is best paired with a glass of beer, it will be even more delicious."

"Good idea, I'm just going to have a drink to relieve my fatigue." I have been working so hard for the past two days, and I didn't have a good rest last night, and my body is very tired.

Drink less alcohol and be more energetic.

In less than twenty minutes, the white aunt came over with a tray, put it on Luke's dining table, and lifted the dome cover.

A smell of meat came out.

There is a fried fish in the disc, with a layer of thick sauce poured on it, and onions and shiitake mushrooms under it, which looks very appetizing.

"Didn't it say that this dish has mutton?"

The white aunt smiled, pretending to be mysterious and said, "You will know soon."

Luke picked up a piece of fish with a fork and ate it. The fish was tender, without spines, and smelled like suet.

Looking down, the belly of the fish seems to be filled with meat.

Picked up a spoon and ate a spoonful, it was mutton stuffing, the gravy was very rich, with black pepper, chopped onion and other spices, and mixed with the umami taste of fish.

This is the first time I have eaten this kind of dish. It tastes good, but it is a bit greasy. Drinking a cold beer just relieves the greasy.

In less than twenty minutes, Luke finished his meal and asked the white aunt to come over and pay the bill.

"How is the taste?"

"Very good, the best dish I've had in a while."

"I'm glad you like it." The white aunt looked proud.

Luke paid for the meal and tipped the other party ten dollars more.

"Wow, you are so generous."

"you deserved."

"Thanks."

"Can we sit down and talk?"

"Of course." For the sake of the tip, the white aunt readily agreed.

"Have you seen the FBI today?"

"No."

"Have you seen his car?"

"I was so busy that I didn't pay attention to the passing vehicles. I couldn't even remember if he was driving." After the white aunt finished speaking, she looked at Luke curiously,

"Why did you inquire about the FBI?"

Luke didn't hide anything, and flashed his police badge, "I'm lapd, and I'm here to investigate a case. The FBI you saw is probably a fake. If you see him again, remember to contact me."

"I bought Karma, does anyone dare to impersonate the FBI? Is he dangerous?"

"Yes, so don't act rashly when you see him, call me." Luke handed him a business card.

"I see." The white aunt put away the business card.

Luke asked a few more questions, but the white aunt could not give any valuable clues. The boss called her to serve the dishes, and the conversation between the two was interrupted.

Luke left the restaurant angrily.

Investigating cases in other places will be very passive. If it is in downtown Los Angeles, you can directly call up the surveillance video to track the suspect vehicle.

But in Heim this approach is not very effective.

Luke drove back to Cindy Botu's house, passing through Tellson Manor on the way.

He instinctively took a look, and vaguely seemed to see a light in the manor.

Not right.

Could it be that Hans Miller is running back again?

Shouldn't he go to LAPD to identify the body?

Thinking of this, Luke decided to check it out and parked the car on the side of the road.

After parking the car and turning off the engine, the pistol was loaded, and he put on the body armor, he approached the manor quietly.

Climb to the top of the wall to check, and by the moonlight, you can faintly see a car parked inside.

He squinted his eyes to identify carefully, the car seemed to be black, SUV style.

Suddenly thought of something.

Luke didn't act rashly, he got off the wall and sent a message to David, calling for support.

Is this car Cole's?

Why is he here?

Didn't he kidnap Cindy?

Do you think the most dangerous place is the safest?

Or are you here looking for something?

Could it be that the oil painting was hidden in the manor by Cindy?

These questions flashed through his mind, and Luke became more and more curious.

"Woooo..."

There was a muffled sound coming from the manor, as if someone was pouting and wailing through the nose.

Luke felt that he couldn't wait any longer, or something might happen.

He climbed up the wall again, but still saw no sign of Cole.

He flipped down the wall lightly and crawled towards the direction of the black car.

The further you go, the clearer the whining sound becomes.

The slower he crawled, the more careful he was.

Luke climbed under the car, looked into the distance again, and saw a figure in front of the stone house.

Why only one person?

The standing person couldn't see clearly, but judging from his body shape, he should be a man.

Where is Cindy?

Carefully distinguish the whining sound, it seems that it should be from the same direction.

Luke guessed that Cindy was probably lying or kneeling on the ground, and the weeds blocked his view, so he couldn't see it.

According to Luke's character, he wanted to have sex.

Wait until David brings someone here before doing it.

But judging from the current situation, Cindy is in some danger.

If Cole gets the oil painting and kills people, if Cindy dies, the police will lose an important witness.

After thinking about the pros and cons, Luke took a deep breath and decided to capture Cole alone.

He continued to crawl forward, holding a bright flashlight in his left hand and a gun in his right.

At this time, the sky was dark, which was in Luke's favor, making it difficult for the other party to find him.

Climbing forward for another distance, Luke could clearly see the situation ahead, and could faintly hear the voice of the man.

"Cindy, you said the oil painting was hidden in the manor, I brought you here, and now you say you don't know where the oil painting is, are you kidding me again?"

"Woooo..." Cindy seemed to want to speak, but couldn't speak.

Cole pulled the towel from his mouth, "Don't shout, or you will know the consequences."

Cindy said weakly, "I don't know the whereabouts of the oil painting at all."

"Bang!" Cole went up and kicked her hard on the chest, "fuck, do you want to die? How dare you lie to me."

"You kept beating me and threatening to kill my daughter. I have no choice but to say anything."

"Good! Good!" Cole laughed back angrily, "If you dare to play me, go and kill your daughter now."

Cindy shouted, "Go, you hurry, the police may be waiting at my house, and you just fell into a trap."

"Shut up, no matter how loud you are, I'll kill you now. Since you don't know the whereabouts of the oil painting, it's useless to keep you." Cole pulled out his dagger and threatened, "Last chance, where is the oil painting?"

"I really don't know where the paintings are."

"Then you can die."

"No, don't kill me, it doesn't do any good to kill me."

"I also hid a sum of money, we can run together, I will not inform, I am still afraid of the police now."

"Where did you hide the money?"

"You let me go first, and I'll tell you."

Cole sneered, "Do you think I'm a fool? I've had enough, go to hell." Cole raised his dagger and struck towards Sindi on the ground.

"lapd, don't move, or I'll shoot!" A strong light hit Cole's face.

"Fuck!" Cole turned his head away, turned and wanted to run.

"Bang..." Luke fired.

The dagger in Cole's hand, he had a reasonable reason to shoot.

That's how it is in America.

Cole slammed to the ground and rolled a few times, dodging bullets.

Still, a bullet hit him in the left arm.

"Ugh!" He gritted his teeth, trembling with pain.

"boom……"

The gunshots were still ringing, and Cole was also dumbfounded. He didn't expect this policeman to be so strong.

He thought he hadn't done anything drastic.

Cole also took out his pistol, hesitated for a while, and didn't dare to fight back.

The policeman who fired the gun had already turned off his flashlight. He couldn't see where the other party was.

Moreover, once he shoots, he may be greeted with more violent firepower.

lapd are a bunch of assholes.

Luke was also depressed. After shooting so many shots, he didn't know if he hit them.

It's dark on the one hand, the main reason is that his marksmanship is average.

"Woooo..."

At this time, there was movement outside, it should be that support has arrived.

Luke put on a new magazine, "Cole, you're under arrest, stand up immediately and raise your hands above your head!"

Cole's arm was injured, and the blood kept gushing out, grinning in pain.

Knowing that it was difficult to escape, he stood up slowly, "I am willing to surrender, please don't shoot, I was shot in the arm."