Chapter Five Hundred and Fifty-Five Rich, Willful, Robbed

If it can't be done, it's useless to say that it's broken. Both Elsa and Luke added in their hearts.

After the chat was over, Luke and the two continued to investigate the case, and Elsa returned to the police station.

But she still gave Luke a little help: "The group of Elizabeth and Billy, and Simmons, as long as you need help, you can go to them directly."

Of course Luke thanked him.

This is already all the manpower in Elsa's hands, and there is no need to say how strong the support is.

The three parted ways.

Luke and Selena rushed to the second scene.

Another bank robbery, another homicide, another robber who escaped to a passage and died, and the stolen money from the same robbery disappeared.

What's even more bizarre is that the surveillance here also did not capture how the man died when he escaped.

After reading the simple autopsy report at the scene, Luke took out a chocolate lollipop from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper, stuffed it into his mouth, and said slightly vaguely: "Except that this guy was brain-dead after being hit hard, these two cases Pretty similar."

Selena nodded: "Yes, so it's all left to us."

Luke also walked around here this time, got into the car with Selena and left, and rushed to the scene of the third case-a five-star hotel called Colmore.

At the so-called crime scene, which is a roadside, he looked at it and nodded: "At least this case and those two cases should have nothing to do with it."

Selena rolled her eyes: "There is a betting hall here, and the guy who was robbed was a guy who won money."

Luke beckoned, indicating that he could go in, and said, "So, what kind of weirdo would choose to go out with cash? Does he think there are too few robberies in Los Angeles?"

Selena thought about the information of the informant, and said somewhat uncertainly: "Maybe they are rich and willful, and they don't care about this?"

Luke slammed his mouth, thinking that there was nothing wrong with this.

Standing in the gaming and entertainment venue of this hotel, he and Selena just hung up their police badges when they attracted security: "Two police detectives, what's the matter?"

Luke: "Yesterday, a Mr. Jameson reported that he was robbed of $20,000.

We are here to find him. "

The security guard sighed, his expression a little helpless: "Please wait a moment." After speaking, he walked into the hall, found a middle-aged white man who was yelling at the poker table, said a few words, and then pointed Pointed to Luke and the two.

The middle-aged white man muttered dissatisfiedly, but got up and walked over.

Seeing Selena, his eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand and said, "Ah, hello, detective, may I know your name? How about having dinner together after get off work? This is my business card."

Selena calmly picked up the cake in her hand and took a bite: "I'm sorry, I'm not hungry yet."

Jameson:  …

Only Luke stepped forward as usual, and pulled the business card in his hand: "Mr. Jameson, you reported the case yesterday, saying that you had a sum of money that was robbed, right?"

Jameson nodded angrily, and didn't care that Luke didn't introduce himself: "Yes, your efficiency is really bad. When I moved to New York, I would have complained to your director long ago."

Luke's face was still, and he kept that kind of smile: "Can you tell me what happened yesterday?"

Although Jameson was impatient, he was not someone who didn't care about money at all, and quickly recounted how he was robbed yesterday.

After listening to Luke, he nodded thoughtfully: "So, you made up your mind and went out with 20,000 US dollars in cash, but as soon as you walked out, before getting into the car, you were covered with a black cloth bag and beaten. Paton, and then took your money?"

Jameson nodded.

Luke looked at his face: "However, you can continue to entertain here today, so how did the robbers attack you?"

Jameson glared angrily at Luke, looking at the calm and handsome face, and suddenly a little embarrassed: Bishuai, I seem to have lost! How to do this?

He turned his gaze away and said impatiently, "It was kicked with his feet."

Luke was still patient: "Which parts did you kick?"

He didn't mean to embarrass Jameson with this question.

In fact, if most robbers don't have a weapon, they simply attack the victim with their fists and feet. Instead, they will be light-hearted and beat the person so badly.

If you are armed with a gun or knife, it is either serious injury (killing) or robbery, or the victim honestly pays money to avoid disaster.

Most of the robbery parties in the United States are still relatively "tacit" because this is almost commonplace behavior.

People in Los Angeles who haven't been robbed are as rare as those who haven't been stolen.

Many looters are like working employees, appearing every night in the chaotic streets.

When encountering ordinary people who are alone, they will take out "tools", stop each other, and let these ordinary people hand over cash, watches, mobile phones and other things to them for "custody".

Ordinary people in Los Angeles don't have much cash in their wallets when they go out, and loose banknotes of thirty or fifty dollars are the norm.

Of course, it would also be unwise to carry no cash at all.

When an ordinary person encounters an armed robber, it is more cost-effective to let him "take" twenty dollars.

It's better than letting the robber get nothing and give himself a shot in anger.

Therefore, many people carry change on their bodies just to cover possible "tolls".

The robber who robbed Jameson wore a black hood to rob, which meant that he had come prepared.

Jameson's face wasn't hurt at all, and his mental state was too good, and it was a little weird to be there shouting and entertaining.

Jameson hesitated for a moment before lowering his voice: "He kicked my ass a few times."

Luke raised his eyebrows: "Have you been checked? How bad is it?"

Jameson coughed awkwardly: "The hotel security took a look at it for help, no big problem."

Luke snorted and stopped asking.

Obviously, those feet were not even flesh wounds, and Jameson was in pain at the time.

Nodding his head, he said, "Okay, thank you for your cooperation. If there is any progress in the case, we will notify you."

Jameson was surprised: "Huh? Is this the end?"

Luke still responded with a polite and calm smile: "Give us time to investigate? After all, Los Angeles is still very big, and the security is not as good as yours in New York."

Jameson was speechless.

He was used to pretending in New York, but now he realizes that it seems that he can't pretend here.

Who made his usual methods unpalatable in Los Angeles.

Luke and Selena went out again, and before they got in the car, they saw a black man sneaking in the trunk of a car not far away.

The two looked at each other and walked over helplessly.

Two meters behind the black man, Luke still said, "Sir, have you lost your car key? Do you need me to call and find the police to open it for you?"