Chapter 788 Little Jack's Uncle Drex

Luke smiled: "If we find out what's going on, we'll tell those acquaintances in the police station and help them bring the murderer to justice. You don't really want to kill the murderer yourself with a gun, grandpa?"

Drex looked at his grandson's smiling face, but had no choice but to compromise: "Okay. Then Joseph..."

"Just let Ferreira take him and watch TV in the hotel." Luke said, and called Joseph.

The little guy got out of the room, and the color of inquiry flashed in his eyes.

He had been watching Luke and Drex talking in the room just now.

Sure enough, when Luke came out, grandpa immediately stopped getting angry.

Luke quietly gave Joseph an OK gesture: "When Ferreira is here, watch TV in the room, and grandpa and I will go check the situation together."

Joseph sighed, relieved.

The grumpy Drex would take out a gun if he disagreed, but the gentle Luke should not.

Well, at least Joseph thought so.

More than ten minutes later, Joseph was handed over to the veterinarian Ferreira, and Luke and grandson went out.

Luke sat in the driver's seat, started the ignition, and sighed, "Have you modified it again? It feels more comfortable."

This Raptor pickup is Drex's car, and Luke, his grandson, can get started.

Robert played with this car twice at the earliest, and the old man's face was stretched out, and Robert wisely stopped touching it.

Although he was in a bad mood, Drex couldn't help laughing: "So you can't feel it, you have made progress recently."

Luke shrugged: "Now I'm at work, I drive every day, and occasionally I have to add some little things to my own car. It's not good if you don't make progress."

Drex patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Yes, this is the child of our Coulson family."

Luke smiled without saying a word.

In Drex's three views, men should like cars, guns, and women.

certainly,

He felt that the importance of the three should decrease in order from front to back.

The car comes first, the woman last.

Compared to when he was in middle school, Luke now deals with cars and guns every day, and the last woman... Well, I think it's not less.

Drex was also a handsome guy when he was young, and even if he had a hot temper, many girls liked him.

As a child of his family, Drex felt that as long as Luke didn't have a problem with his orientation, there would be no shortage of women.

Do you have two girlfriends for a long time without watching the beginning of Joseph Kindergarten?

The men of the Colson family will definitely not lack women.

Of course, Luke deliberately chatted with the old man about the things he was interested in to distract him, so that the old man would not be sullen alone.

This is not good for stubborn people, no matter how much others say.

However, the old man didn't take any precautions against Luke, and he quickly calmed down under Luke's basic hypnosis and spiritual communication.

Although he was still saddened by the death of his old friend, he no longer had the idea of ​​pulling out a gun and doing it.

After hearing the case introduced by Drex, Luke knew that there were big problems in this case.

This old man wanted to personally go on the field to trouble the murderer, but he absolutely disagreed.

To put it simply, Drakes and his old friend Bradley are from the same town, and the two are old irons from childhood to adulthood.

Later, the old man joined the army to fight, and then returned home to marry a wife, have children, and run a ranch.

And old friend Bradley came to Dallas, wandered the streets and alleys, worked as a mobster, played rock music, and finally made a fortune, so he opened his own bar, which is regarded as a change from evil.

Bradley is a man of means and has a bit of ability. When he was young, he made a lot of connections among the beastly Hell's Angels.

After opening the bar, he is no longer involved in the internal affairs of Hell's Angels, but he will still provide some convenience to the people of Hell's Angels, and also allow the bar to maintain a good profit.

As a result, every now and then the bar has Hell's Angels gatherings.

Of course, the bar has always been open to the outside world, and it is not a gang den.

In fact, with Bradley's experience, it's not surprising that one day he died unexpectedly, and Drex wouldn't have to avenge him.

But in that bar last night, Bradley, the owner, two bartenders, and more than a dozen members of the Hells Angels who drank inside all died.

If it is really a gang seeking revenge, it will definitely use cold weapons or guns.

Weirdly, none of the people in the bar last night died of either of those things.

There were nearly twenty dead people, all of them died strangely. Most of them were in their respective positions, but their expressions were like a sudden pause, and they died suddenly.

What's even more weird is that all the dead are blue all over.

Preliminary autopsies by police indicated that they all died of sulfur poisoning.

And only a large amount of sulfur can cause this kind of poisoning - such as burying a person in a sulfur heap.

The situation in the bar is not like this, but more like something that has become too murderous, or created by cultists. Normal people will not kill people in such troublesome and weird ways.

Outside the bar with the yellow warning line, Drex waved to a man in a suit: "Little Jack, come here."

This forty-year-old white man "Little Jack" looked helpless: "Drex... Uncle, just call me Jack. After this case is cleared up, I'll call you, you don't have to run around in person. went."

Drex snorted: "You police officers must obey the rules in handling cases, and the people who do this don't follow the rules very much."

Having said that, he raised his hand and patted Luke's shoulder: "This is my child, Luke. Detective of the Los Angeles Major Crime Squad."

Seeing Jack's expression, Drex sneered impatiently: "Come on, I'll come with him if he's worried. If he finds a clue, he'll also tell you, keep your thoughts for yourself and go home. Think slowly."

Jack nodded with a wry smile: "Come in, just don't touch the things inside, the forensics department hasn't finished its work."

Luke: "Okay, Jack." Just followed this Jack and walked into the bar.

All the corpses in the bar have been transported away, but the forensic personnel are still lighting up the night to conduct a meticulous survey of the entire bar.

Given the size of the bar and the number of mobile personnel, this must be a big project, and it would be nice to finish it in two or three days.

Luke frowned.

For him, it was definitely one of the worst scenes.

With just a rough analysis, he determined that there were at least 150 people who had been in and out of the scene in the past two days.

This includes police officers, forensic personnel, ambulance personnel, as well as reporters and various idlers. The bar itself has frequent personnel movements, and the smell is so disturbing.

However, Luke has long been accustomed to a keen sense of smell.

He simply distinguishes many smells, and picks out the ones that are most deeply mixed with the smell of sulfur.

These odors may belong to the dead, and they will have their own odor mixed with the sulfur odor.

After a while, he looked at Jack: "Are you sure, there are only eighteen dead?"