Chapter Seven Hundred and Twenty-Two Find a Helper to Investigate the Case

High-speed text first

Mobile phone synchronous reading

So..." Selena looked at him. ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

Luke nodded thoughtfully: "So, we won't check."

Selena: "Huh?"

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

Selena frowned: "Are you sure?"

Luke: "OK."

He has already had a conflict with the dog-legged state police today, and if he investigates further, he will have to kill a few black police directly.

Dealing with the Esworth family, the efficiency of confrontation is too low, and it is easy to make the other party alert and hide evidence.

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

But if you want to get rid of the Esworth family's influence in Los Angeles in one fell swoop, it is not enough for him to fight and kill alone.

And he also prefers to hide in the dark, creating the right moment of action.

...

Beside the highway, two state police officers found the handcuff key from the wasteland a few hundred meters away, and opened their own handcuffs.

The two looked at each other in shock.

"Fuk! Who the hell did they provoke? These two young people are definitely not easy." The Latino state policeman gritted his teeth and rubbed several places on his body.

The few times Selena put on his back just now was not light.

The white state trooper sullenly said, "Why didn't you put illegal drugs in that boy's clothes?"

The Hispanic State Police was annoyed: "Nope. I put it in my trouser pocket before I came out... uh"

He subconsciously touched his hand in his pocket, and then pulled it out after a while, a bag of small white crystals in sight.

The white state trooper stared at him and said nothing.

The Latino State Police was stunned for a moment, then shook his head again and again: "No, I really didn't touch it just now. Wait, is this guy a thief?"

The white state policeman gritted his teeth: "Why don't you say he has superpowers? Under the eyes of both of us,

Can he steal this thing and put it back? My eyes never left his hands for a moment! "

Hispanic state troopers were speechless.

After a while, he said, "Carl, if we actually put this in his pocket just now, would it work?"

Carl, the white state trooper, was questioned.

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 State Police Julio hesitated, but still said: "The two people could have taken our statement just now, but they didn't mean it at all. And Cole, who left his post a few years ago, looked unnerved. It's normal. If this thing goes on, we're afraid we won't be able to live to receive pensions."

Carl was silent for a moment, then raised his legs and walked towards his police car.

Julio followed silently.

The police car started, turned around, and headed north.

After a while, Carl said: "Remember, we haven't met the target today, and we haven't seen their documents. If "those people" are called this again, you know what to do?"

Julio let out a long sigh: "I'd rather go to the hospital to lie down with prostatitis than to get involved in this shit, whoever likes to do it! Labor and management are just small police officers, not Eisworth. family killer."

Carl frowned: "Shut up. Don't mention names, understand? We are us, and "those" are "those"."

Inside the car, silence resumed.

In the setting sun, a police car drove north all alone.

...

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

Suddenly, the warehouse shutter door behind them was opened.

The expressions of both of them changed, and the middle-aged bald hand untied the holster around his waist, ready to draw his gun at any time.

At this time, the rolling shutter door rose to a sufficient height, and the two of them were stunned when they saw the person coming.

Or the middle-aged Xie Ding shouted: "Batman?"

The other long-haired man narrowed his eyes and didn't say a word, his body quietly retreated, and his hand had already touched the shotgun hidden under the table.

"Mr. Cole, you can take out the gun openly, but don't point the gun at me, Mr. Hart too." The mechanical electronic sound rang, and the black giant walked into the warehouse and pulled down the shutter.

Xie Ding middle-aged Hart glanced at the long-haired middle-aged, and chose to speak by himself: "Who are you?"

The corners of Luke's mouth curled up in his mask: "You already called it just now, but you don't believe in this identity either, so this issue is not important."

Saying that, he threw a large black bag on the table: "This is what you need."

Without waiting for the two to check the big bag, he continued: "The Esworth family you checked is not as simple as you think."

Or Hart said, "What are you trying to say?"

Luke laughed lowly: "What I want to say is that there are extraordinary individuals like me behind them."

He looked at the surprised Hart, and the long-haired middle-aged Cole who was still silent, and continued: "This case is not a decryption game, but a murder game. Once Eisworth finds out, you want to investigate Clear their old bottom, it is no longer the police who come to you, but the killers who kill their mouths, and human lives are not worth mentioning to them."

"Life itself is a boring process." Cole said in a low voice, and his tone didn't seem to fluctuate.

Luke looked at him: "Even if you want to die, you can find out this case and die."

Hart's face sank: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

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

Having said that, even if Luke's business is completed, he turns around to open the shutter door and disappears into the darkness.

The two men in the warehouse looked at each other, walked to the door with the gun in their hands, looked around for a while, and then closed the door again.

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

Back at the table, both of them looked at the big black bag.

Colmer stepped forward without a word, and opened the zipper directly, revealing stacks of bound printing paper inside.

He picked up the top stack, flipped through a few pages, and focused: "As expected, our investigation is in the right direction..."

Hart also leaned over, looked at it for a moment, and immediately said, "This is an official document found in the police archives, look at this number, both lapd and lspd information are available."

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

Hart squeezed his hand: "Wait."

Cole frowned.

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

Cole was still frowning, obviously reluctant.

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

The Esworth family they faced might really send someone to silence it.

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

Baidu search 噺八一 Chinese website m no advertising words

http:///tt/84272/

. _Mobile version reading URL:

˿e;ea6;ʁc;d22;e91;c0f;Bf4;f51;ad9;ff0c;Ba9;f60; 4f53; a8c;Bf4;AB0;AB0;feB;ae0;c0f;Bf4;ff0c;c0f;Bf4;Od2; Bf4;AB0;