Super Detective in the Fictional World

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So ... "Selena looked at him. ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

Luke nodded thoughtfully: "So we don't look into it."

Selena: "Ha?"

Luke chuckled: "Let the person who dug out this case continue to investigate, isn't it?"

Selina frowned. "Are you sure?"

Luke: "OK."

He had already had a clash with the Doglegs State Police today, and if he didn't check it, he would have to kill a few black police officers.

To deal with the Esworth family, it is too inefficient to be hard-pressed, and it is easy for the other party to be alert and hide evidence.

Although he is not a judge, he does not need evidence to go to court.

But wanting to get rid of the power of the Esworth family in Los Angeles in one fell swoop, he can't do it alone.

He also prefers to hide in the dark and create the right time for action.

...

Along the highway, two state policemen found their handcuffs keys from the wasteland hundreds of meters away, and opened their own handcuffs.

The two looked at each other in shock.

"Fuk! Who the **** did they provoke? The two young men are definitely not easy." Hispanic policeman gritted his teeth and rubbed several places on his body.

Selina gave him those backs just now.

The white state policeman's face was somber: "Why don't you put the illegal drugs in that boy's clothes?"

Hispanic police officer was annoyed: "It's gone. I put it in my trouser pocket before I came out ... uh"

He subconsciously held his hand in his pocket, pulled it out a moment later, and a small bag of white crystals was staring at him.

The white state police stared at him without saying a word.

Hispanic policeman paused for a moment, shaking his head again and again: "No, I didn't touch it just now. Wait, this guy is a steal?"

The white state policeman gritted his teeth: "Why don't you say he has super powers? Under our eyelids, he can steal this thing and put it back? My eyes haven't left his hands for a moment! "

Hispanic state police were speechless.

A moment later, he said, "Carl, would it be useful if we really put this thing in his pocket just now?"

White State Police officer Carl was asked to stay.

The answer to this question does not seem to require much thought.

"What do you want to say? Julio." Carl asked in a deep voice.

Hispanic policeman Julio hesitated and said, "The two guys were able to take our confession just now, but they didn't mean it at all. And Cole, who had left his job a few years ago, was very nervous. It's normal. If this thing goes on, we're afraid it's not enough for us to receive a pension. "

For a moment, Calmer raised his leg and walked towards his police car.

Julio followed in silence.

The police car moved, turned its head, and headed north.

It took a while before Carl said, "Remember, we haven't met the target today, and we haven't seen their credentials. If" these people "are called something like this, do you know what to do?"

Julio exhaled a long breath: "I would rather go back to the hospital to lie down with prostatitis, and I wouldn't get involved in this incident anymore, whoever loves to do it! Labor is only a small police officer, not Esworth Home killer. "

Carl frowned. "Shut up. Don't mention the names, you know? We are us," those people "are" those people. "

Inside the car, silence resumed.

In the setting sun, a police car went north alone.

...

At night, on the edge of downtown Los Angeles, in a rented warehouse-like place, two men were discussing a lot of information.

Suddenly, the roller shutters of the warehouse behind them were opened.

Both of them changed their looks, and the middle-aged Xie Ding unbuttoned his waist holster and was ready to draw his gun at any time.

At this moment, the roller shutter door was raised to a sufficient height, and both of them could clearly see the person coming in, and both looked down.

Still Xie Ding middle-aged shouted: "Batman?"

The other long-haired man narrowed his eyes, no snoring, and his body quietly backed away, his hand touching the shotgun hidden under the table.

"Mr. Cole, you can take the gun outright, but don't point the muzzle at me, as does Mr. Hart." The electronic sound of the machine sounded, and the black giant went into the warehouse and pulled down the shutter door.

Middle-aged Xie Ding Hart froze long-haired middle-aged, or chose to speak by himself: "Who are you?"

The corners of his mouth in Luke's mask were raised: "You called it just now, but you don't believe this identity, so this question is not important."

Then, he threw a large black bag in his hand onto the table: "This is what you need."

Without waiting for the two to look at the big bag, he went on to say: "The Esworth family you check is not as simple as you think."

Or Hart said, "What on earth do you want to say?"

Luke laughed lowly: "I want to say that they have the same extraordinary individuals behind me."

He looked at Hart in surprise, and middle-aged Cole, whose long hair was still silent, continued: "This case is not a decryption game, but a killing game. Once Esworth finds you want to check Clear their bottoms, and the one who came to you is no longer the police, but the killer who killed them. Their lives are not worth mentioning. "

"Life is a boring process in itself," Cole said in a low voice, his tone seemed to have no ups and downs.

Luke looked at him: "Even if you want to die, you can investigate the case and die again."

Hart sank. "What the **** do you say?"

A pair of blood-red triangular lenses on the inky mask looked at him: "He lives like a ghost, and he is afraid of what I say."

With that said, Luke's work was complete, and he turned to open the shutter door and disappeared into the night.

The two men in the warehouse looked at each other, walked to the door with the gun in their hands, looked around for a moment, or pulled the door again.

This time, the two added a chain to the shutter door.

Back at the table, both looked at the **** bag.

Colmer stepped forward silently and unzipped, revealing a stack of bound printing paper.

He picked up the top stack and flipped through a few pages, his face focused: "Sure enough, we are investigating in the right direction ..."

Hart also stepped forward, looked at it for a moment, and immediately said: "This is an official document found from the police archives. Look at this number, lapd and lspd information are available."

Cole didn't answer, quickly flipped through the first stack of documents, and murmured, "Not enough, this information is not enough." He picked up the second stack of documents.

Hart held his hand down: "Wait."

Cole frowned.

"Don't forget, just now we were blocked in the warehouse by" that "." Hart reminded: "Even for the safety of these materials, we should change places."

Cole still frowned ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ obviously reluctant.

But reason told him that the "Batman" just now didn't look like he was lying.

The Esworth family they face might really send someone to die.

The two looked at each other silently, and quickly packed up.

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