Chapter Five Hundred and Eighth Find a Backpacker for the Backpacker

Luke waved his hand: "No need. Anyway, I only target those gang members. It's none of my business what the mercenary wants to do or does."

Elsa thought for a moment before nodding: "You know what to do, don't interfere in everything."

Luke nodded with a smile.

Next to Selena, she took the cake's hand to cover it up, and finally did not reveal her strange expression.

Proportion? intervene?

Someone's sizing really makes a difference, and it doesn't matter anymore.

After saying this, Luke got up and greeted Selena to go out.

At this moment, he saw the door of Dustin's office open diagonally opposite.

Martin and Roger both came out.

Martin's face was still calm, much better than the gloomy look before.

Perhaps, seeing with his own eyes the great enemy who killed his wife and his son died in front of his eyes, even if he did not do it himself, it gave him a long-lost peace of mind.

The dead will pass, the living will continue, this is life.

Roger's face was darker. It wasn't just the complexion, it was completely a case of bad luck.

Luke turned his head and asked, "Boss, why are Martin and Roger here?"

Elsa looked at the two diagonally opposite and sighed: "They... have caused some trouble on the Mexican side, this time I'm afraid they'll be annoyed by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Dustin is having a headache for them. Woolen cloth."

Luke rolled his eyes: "Can't Dustin do anything?"

Elsa smiled bitterly: "It's not a small matter, the boss probably won't do it."

This is already a very euphemism.

In fact, Dustin was almost helpless.

What happened between Martin and Roger was not purely a domestic issue.

The two guys had a big fight on the Mexican side, and it is said that more than three members of Dito's group were killed.

news came,

Dustin's head is about to explode.

Who would have thought that Roger and Martin would be able to do such an earth-shattering "big thing".

Now the Mexican police have made a request to bring the two over to "assist in the investigation."

The Western District Police Department has not let go.

If the Mexican police did find any hard evidence, Roger and Martin would not have been sent to Mexico, but their jobs would certainly not have been saved.

Luke didn't ask any more questions, and took Selena with him.

After driving out, he dialed the phone: "Palmer, are you free? There is something I want to ask you about, which is more important."

An hour later, in a fast food restaurant not far from the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration), the three sat in the corner.

Palmer, the beautiful detective, took a sip of juice and went straight to the topic: "What's the matter?"

She knows Luke's habit. If he is not serious, he will not look for her.

Luke: "Have you heard about Martin and Roger?"

Parr was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I heard."

Luke: "I don't know their situation very well, so I want to ask you, what is the worst possible for them this time?"

Palmer sighed: "Lost your job. Your Western District Police Department is quite good at this. They didn't let them carry it on their own."

Luke chuckled: "What if, I mean if, your DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) came forward?"

Palmer frowned and sighed: "I've tried it, but Martin and Roger didn't work with us on the case. The bureau... the opposition is too big."

Luke looked at Palmer's expression and knew that she had tried hard, but it seemed to be ineffective.

He smiled. "What if it's a deal?"

Palmer's heart moved.

To say what Luke impressed her the most, it must be human affection.

In the several cooperation between the two, either she owes others favors, or she repays them.

Now, another deal?

She said calmly, "how do you say?"

Luke: "A fact sheet on Dito Flores' business."

Palmer pondered for a moment and shook his head: "If it's general information, I'm afraid it's not enough. I'm afraid you don't know how much Martin and Roger did in Mexico this time."

Selena has lowered her head wisely, and took a big bite of the doughnut into her mouth, letting it puff up her cheeks.

Luke chuckled and said, "What if this information is Dito's internal ledger or something?"

Palmer's eyes narrowed: "Where did you come from..."

Halfway through, she stopped immediately.

Asking people for information sources is a big no-no.

Especially the information related to the traffickers gang, the slightest carelessness will lead to the death of the informant's family.

Luke: "I can give you things first, I only have one request."

Palmer: "Say."

Luke: "If this thing has enough value, try your best to persuade your side to keep Martin and Roger's jobs."

Palmer hesitated.

Luke didn't say a word, watching the beautiful woman's expression change there.

After several minutes, she nodded slightly: "Deal."

Luke nodded with a smile: "You don't need to be under so much pressure. No one can guarantee that things will be successful. I just hope that this information will be of the best use."

With that said, he took out a USB flash drive and handed it to Palmer: "I won't waste your time. Send me a text message as things progress."

Watching Luke and Selena get into the car and leave, Palmer rubbed the USB flash drive in his hand and was speechless for a long time.

The one that Luke gave her was the photos of Dito's internal ledger.

He can't understand it, it doesn't mean that the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration), which specializes in dealing with traffickers, can't understand it.

He still trusts Palmer's character.

At least based on her feelings for Martin, as long as this information is useful, she will try her best to help.

As long as the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) is willing to come forward and take over this matter, the problem on the Mexican side will be solved.

After all, the DEA is the only U.S. law enforcement agency that can drive planes directly into Mexico without reporting, and the authority to operate in Mexico is staggering.

They have not done anything like directly crossing the border to arrest traffickers without being notified, and they are completely responsible for the blame.

The premise is that the information is worthy of their presence.

After dealing with this matter, Luke and the two resumed their normal investigation schedule.

Except for going out late and returning early, everything else is the same as before.

Luke went out again that night.

But this time, he called out the beautiful knife first and grabbed its big dog's head: "Honestly stay at home, don't encourage Selena again, understand?"

Mito looked blank, but there was a crackling sound from the tip of her nose.

Luke got up with a smile and rubbed its dog's head: "There will be delicious food tomorrow, don't make any more mistakes and increase the punishment time."

Mei Dao purred a few more times, then turned around and went back to sleep.

This is of course the nugget expressing dissatisfaction.

As a result, Luke came back after going out for an hour.

This time, he fluttered.

The lair of this gang of demon saints is actually empty.

Obviously, they were frightened by the destruction of the black bones last night, and the boss took the middle class and hid them all.

Luke didn't care about that.