Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Three Rich Bearded Nick

The black policewoman hesitated before saying, "Three mornings ago, someone robbed a money-transporting van, and our colleagues rushed over, and all four of them died on duty."

As soon as these words came out, Luke's faces also sank.

Killing the police, and killing four at once, this group of robbers is bold.

No wonder the black policewoman looked busy and impatient.

Sonia said sorry, as a concession to the small verbal dispute just now, and the four walked to the office pointed out by the policewoman.

Sonia came over and said in a low voice, "Luke, will we come here at this time..."

Luke was helpless: "Who knew it would be so coincidental? But they are all police, can we not investigate?"

Sonia frowned and remained silent.

The Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department killed four police officers, isn't that Texas Ranger named Mark killed?

Entering the door of that office and looking inside, Luke's eyes twitched: holyshxt! Who are you going to fight with?

The grade of this office is not high, that is, it is separated by some wooden boards and glass, but it is quite spacious.

In the room of more than 50 square meters, more than a dozen policemen were murderous, each checking the weapons in their hands.

Not to mention m4a1, ar15, even expensive stuff like hk416, but is this too exaggerated?

The SWAT police are also equipped with some micro-charged shotguns, and this group of county police are all heavy firepower.

A policeman facing the door saw Luke,

He frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Luke took out the police officer's certificate and showed it: "West Los Angeles Police Department, Luke."

The man was stunned: "What's the matter?"

Luke: "I'm here for the case where the Texas Rangers were killed."

The man looked ugly, turned his head and shouted: "big-nick, here is a police detective from the Western District Police Station to investigate the case."

Almost at the same time, the people in the office stopped what they were doing and looked over.

After a while, a tall, bearded middle-aged white man came over with a displeased expression: "What do you want to check?"

Luke looked calm: "Mark Owen, the Texas Ranger who was shot and killed three days ago, remember?"

Bearded Nick frowned: "Huh? So what?"

Luke: "So, I want to know who approved the escort route."

Bearded Nick's expression turned cold: "It's me, what else do you want to ask? Do you need to take me back to your police station's interrogation room?"

Luke's face was still calm: "Mark Owen was a policeman. He died in the line of duty. I think his family needs an answer."

Nick looked ugly, but he didn't dare to say anything drastic.

Dare to ridicule the deceased police officer, that will be rejected. After all, no one likes that their colleague is a scum who does not even respect the deceased police officer.

Moreover, they have just lost their colleagues here, so they can't talk nonsense.

"I think you are very busy, can you save each other's time and find a place to talk a few words?" Luke said.

Bearded Nick gestured, and a few people walked to the corner of the office. He kicked away a man who was burying his head in packing up his equipment: "Go over there and make a seat for our dear lapd colleagues."

The man got kicked, but grinned at Luke, his eyes full of ridicule.

Luke didn't even give this person one.

He knows that his appearance is easy to despise, but he does not rely on his face to eat.

In less than ten minutes of this conversation, Luke left.

Sonia went out of the office and wanted to say something, but Luke interrupted her: "Go out and talk."

Sonia looked around and closed her mouth.

After going out, on the way to the open-air parking lot next to him, Luke said, "Sonia, what did you find?"

Sonia hesitated, but said, "Luke, have you noticed the clothes of those people?"

Luke hummed: "It's all handmade, not cheap. What else?"

Sonia: "And shoes. Although I can't recognize everyone's shoes, I just happen to recognize the trademark of the leather boots on the big-nick's feet. It's something from a small handmade shoe store in Los Angeles."

Luke hehe: "Let me guess, the price is quite touching, right?"

Sonia nodded: "I wanted to buy a pair for my dad as a birthday present last time, and I specifically asked for the price. The cheapest pair is close to $2,000. And the calfskin on the feet of Captain Nick. Special models, at least double the price."

Selena smacked her tongue on the side: "Isn't that worth our salary for several weeks?" She said, looking at the boots under her feet.

Well, the boots under her feet are also purely handmade, and there are no signs - because Luke gave her the magic modification.

Compared with her real special handmade pair, the calfskin boots of that big Nick can only be regarded as scum.

The special alloy compartment used in her boots alone is worth nearly ten thousand dollars, not counting Luke's handwork.

On the side, the young Hispanic police detective also spoke to Alexandra, who was the second generation of poisonous drugs killed by Luke, "Several of their watches are more valuable."

Luke looked over: "about how much?"

Alessandro: "There are three to five thousand, and two have more than ten thousand knives."

This time, Selena and Sonia were both tongue-tied.

It is not uncommon for a police officer to wear such an expensive watch occasionally, but the group of guys just now were all front-line police officers who often had to deal with others, so there was obviously something wrong with wearing such an expensive watch.

dirty-cop! (black police)

The word popped into everyone's mind.

Don't think that the American police are strictly controlled. In fact, many police officers have dirty hands and feet.

The Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department is the nation's largest county-level police department and the nation's fourth-largest police department. It manages the vast surrounding area of ​​downtown Los Angeles and provides law enforcement services to forty-two of the eighty-eight cities within its jurisdiction. .

Its number of employees is no less than that of the Los Angeles Police Department, and the population within its jurisdiction is similar to that of downtown Los Angeles.

As a police officer in this huge county police station, it is a joke to want everyone to be honest and obey the law.

Honest police officers don't even think about getting along well here. Without sufficient flexibility and skills, they can't cope with the complicated affairs and interests in the police station.

Dustin is about to be promoted to captain recently, and he dares not wear those expensive handmade leather boots and clothes, as well as famous watches.

Bearded Nick is just a sergeant, but he is brave enough to wear it out blatantly.

Luke also noticed more details.

With his eyesight, it was easy to find that out of the dozen or so people in the room, four or five had tattoos with the same pattern.

This is only exposed outside the clothes, other people may not have this tattoo.

Obviously, the sheriff Nick Bearded is not alone, he has a group of very strong men, or brothers.

During the discussion, everyone arrived at the parking lot, opened the door and got in the car.

Sonia asked from the open car window, "Where are you going now?"

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