Chapter Four Hundred and Nineteen that...I Prefer Hands-On

Rebek took it and looked at the business card with only his name and mobile phone number, not surprised at all.

For Luke, he was still impressed.

Knocking over two gunmen with a frying pan is not something anyone can do.

In doing so, Luke not only rescued Private Nash, but also released him from the cold storage. Rebek must remember this help.

Otherwise, no one would let Rebek out, and he would freeze to death in the cold storage.

Tonight, he was able to kill in the back, and finally bombarded the submarine with the nuclear warhead tomahawk. I really want to thank this young man.

Nodding slightly, he said he accepted the invitation, chatted with the seals around him, and walked away.

After Rebek walked away, Flegg said to Luke, "Why are you here?"

He was clear about Luke's information, and even some confidential information, he had read it.

Logically, Luke, the Los Angeles police detective, would not appear here.

Luke gestured helplessly with his eyes: "Private request."

Flegg looked at the three beauties not far behind him: "That blond beauty?" He felt that this age seemed appropriate.

Luke shook his head slightly: "It's the Sheila singer, she gave me an irresistible price."

He had no intention of keeping it a secret.

Sheila must pay him to go to the bank, which is not against the law.

Flegg looked strange: "Are you serious? One hundred thousand or two hundred thousand?"

A person who can capture a monster like Jason alone, and provide temporary security for money, the price is definitely not low.

Luke rolled his eyes: "Six hours, ten thousand dollars. I can't get that much in a month before taxes, okay!"

Flegg snorted, speechless.

With that said, $10,000 is really hard to refuse.

His own regular income is only more than 10,000 yuan a month. If he really earns 10,000 yuan in six hours, he is also a little tempted.

Of course, it would be a bit of a loss for Luke to meet such a thing tonight.

He also has something to do, and these few words are enough for him to confirm the basic situation, just say: "I have something to do, go."

Luke nodded without asking him for help.

This Flegg doesn't have much affection for him, and it's not as easy to talk as Rebek.

However, with the beauty offensive of Sheila and Taylor, and the help of the unscrupulous cook, Rebec, Luke and the four were sent to the helicopter after 20 minutes and flew back to the military airport.

As soon as they got off the plane, the four were separated into four separate rooms for questioning.

When Luke saw the two people who came in with a straight face, he did not panic, but showed a look of interest.

The behavior of these two is not very like someone in the military, not quite like the FBI, more like... CIA?

For such professionals, Luke doesn't have to show off his acting skills too much and pretend to be an ignorant boy.

In that way, when people take out his file and take a look, they will suspect that there is something wrong with him.

The two did not introduce their specific identities, but said they were investigators, and then began to ask repeatedly.

Luke had already studied this kind of inquiry.

Many of the guys he killed were professionals.

The more complex the lie, the more thought it takes, and the more loopholes it has.

It is basically impossible to say the exact details as true.

But after simplifying a process, it is not difficult for Luke now to make himself believe it.

After asking him for a while, the one who rarely spoke abruptly asked: "Detective Luke Coulson, as the best detective in the West Los Angeles Police Department, you have such a memory of yourself on the deck. Fuzzy, do you think that makes sense?"

Luke laughed, scratching his head a little embarrassedly: "That... I prefer hands-on."

The two investigators looked at each other, and it took a while to think about it: What does the co-author mean because he doesn't like to use his brain very much?

The two involuntarily looked at the information that had just been transferred.

Well, kill, kill, kill...

All right! Most of the credit for this Detective Luke was obtained by madly killing gang members in several major cases.

Of course, it would be nonsense to assume that the young police detective had no brains.

But people really don't need to use their brains. Anyway, they rely on good marksmanship, good skills, boldness, and black hands. They go all the way and kill all the gangsters, and the case will be solved!

There's nothing wrong with that! ...that's weird!

This guy's usual case-solving rate is also quite astonishing. How can he solve the case so quickly without his brain?

It was the person who seldom asked, "However, your crime detection rate ranks first in the Western District's major crime team. How did you do this?"

Luke looked strange: "Intuition."

Two people on the opposite side: ... why are you playing with us?

Luke still had a warm smile: "Like now, I know the two of you came overnight. This one..."

His eyes turned to the main person who asked: "You were so anxious that you didn't even have time to close the door of your pants, so you came to the mission."

The man was startled, and subconsciously touched the crotch of his trousers. Sure enough, he touched the open zipper. He was instantly embarrassed. He moved his hands silently under his crotch, closing this embarrassing topic.

Luke looked at the one who asked few questions again: "And this gentleman, you were woken up when you were sleeping, and you even buttoned the wrong button on your shirt."

The man unconsciously looked down and covered the suit outside embarrassingly.

This is such an urgent task. He was called in the middle of the night and went out while putting on his clothes. How could he have time to check the buttons.

Luke spread his hands: "However, I didn't discover these minor situations of the two of you because of my carefulness, but my eyesight is more sensitive, which is a talent. I can use this talent in solving cases and achieve some small success. Not surprising. In fact, I've never been good at mental things like logical reasoning. Hands are better for me than brains."

The two investigators were silent.

It's not uncommon for Luke to be such a talented player.

Talent is hard to say.

As elite case investigators, they have also seen many strange people and things. Luke's situation is not uncommon.

But as these two professionals, of course Luke was not so easily let go by them.

The one who seldom asked again said: "Then why didn't you do it this time? You said that you only knocked out two gunmen, and then you didn't fire a single shot and didn't kill one person. Is that possible?"

Luke spread his hands: "I usually carry out tasks, but there are tens of thousands of Los Angeles police backing up. On this battleship, I am alone, and I have to worry about the safety of the three women, how dare I attract gangsters Attention. Do you two look at me like this stupid?"

The two were speechless.

This kind of thing at home and away will of course have an impact on the battle, not to mention that there are still three dragging oil bottles to follow.