Nine Hundred and Fourteen Chapters Come Empty-Handed, Friends Talk

Selena didn't bother to pay attention to his nonsense, and glanced at him: "Why did Elena come to the United States? Travel?"

Luke also picked up the steamed buns and ate them, and said casually, "She got the exchange student qualification and is now a student at the Paland Institute of Art in New Jersey."

Selena snorted and didn't ask any more questions.

Luke was never an ascetic.

When in Los Angeles, he also goes out at night.

Most of the time he went to see Ginny, and occasionally he would meet up with Ximena and spend the night together.

There were also two regular women, but she didn't ask who they were, and they didn't meet him frequently.

With Luke's age, net worth and physical fitness, this number of women is already very restrained.

Like some of the boys in the college who played ball, it was a carnival every night, no one would refuse.

And Ginny has been very busy these days.

After coming to New York, Luke only went to see Ginny once.

The appearance of Elena is just to restore a little rhythm to his life in Los Angeles.

Selena was too lazy to say anything.

Today is still a busy day, but it is a leisurely day for Luke and Selena.

Of course they wouldn't investigate the case of the corpse dumping in Fort Trine Park Wharf, but Kilgrave, who was really investigating before, was already cold, and the two of them actually had no case.

As soon as noon arrived, the two of them went out in the afternoon to find clues and went home for their own training and work.

But in the afternoon, there was a knock on Luke's door.

Luke, who was working on the first floor, looked at the surveillance camera, wiped his hands, and went to open the door.

Outside the door, are two "acquaintances" who have just gotten to know each other.

He smiled and greeted: "Fudge, Matt, why are you free to come to me today?"

Fudge: "I heard Charlie say you're back, so come and see."

Looking at his expression, Luke simply opened the door and made way out: "Come in, you must not just come to see my new neighbor, otherwise you should at least bring me some fruit or snacks.

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Fudge and Matt were a little embarrassed when they heard this, and found that they seemed to have forgotten about it.

It is the first time to visit a new neighbor and come empty-handed, which generally means that the relationship with the other party is not good.

When Luke waited for the two to enter the door, he walked upstairs, and the door closed automatically.

He turned his head and smiled: "Okay, just kidding, don't mind."

On the second floor, Luke brought coffee to the two of them. After the three of them sat facing each other, he said, "If you have something to say, just say it directly, and your firm's business is very prosperous, and it must be very busy."

Hearing this, the two of them wanted to smile a little when they thought about the "business" of their firm.

After a while, Fudge said, "Is that so. We heard that a police officer at the Detective Department was attacked recently?"

Luke nodded.

The Police Detective Bureau has been very active in the past few days, and it has also uprooted the blood skeleton gang. This matter was not kept secret in the first place, and anyone who is a little acquainted in the NYPD can inquire about it.

Fudge hesitated and lowered his voice a little: "I also heard that the injured person seems to be the Inspector Walter?"

Luke continued to nod his head affirmatively: "It's him."

"He, was seriously injured?" Fudge asked.

Luke: "It will take almost a month to lie down. But the night he was attacked, he almost died of serious injuries, and he was very lucky to survive."

"Hopefully he recovers." Fudge continued, frowning: "Do you think there is a connection between this and his investigation into the bombing?"

Luke pondered, and glanced at the two people on the opposite side several times before nodding: "It should be like this."

Hearing this, Fudge's face turned ugly: "Is that really what the "black mask" did?"

Luke shook his head: "The attackers have been found. They are gang members, not the Mr. Black Mask."

He didn't look at Matt at all when he said this.

Looking at Fudge's expression, he laughed: "Fudge, the police department didn't focus on arresting this black mask."

Fudge wondered: "Why?" He knew that the police had issued a warrant for Black Mask, accusing him of assaulting the police and making an empty cloth attack.

Luke shrugged: "I have also learned about this black mask's reputation from the Temple brothers and sisters, and they are basically positive. The few negative comments on him come from the accusations of the 15th Bureau. And I only When I came to the NYPD, several colleagues warned me that the reputation of the 15th Bureau was extremely poor and untrustworthy."

Fudge was dumbfounded.

Luke took a sip of coffee and played with the small cup in his hand: "Even inside the police station, I didn't believe in the nonsense of the Fifteenth Bureau. And as soon as Walter investigated the bombing, there were people with black heads. You're familiar with this technique as lawyers, right?"

Fudge and Matt understood, of course, that many lawyers were more skilled than the police.

"Framed and blamed!" Fudge said through gritted teeth.

It has nothing to do with him.

He was also injured in the bombing that night, but luckily, he was not seriously injured.

Several of the other innocents were seriously injured, and there were a lot of property losses, such as the old lady Elena.

If the bombing was not the work of the black mask, then his previous hatred went to the wrong person.

"Do you have any preliminary conclusions there?" Fudge couldn't help but ask.

Luke picked up the coffee and took a slow sip: "It depends, whether you are asking this question today as a lawyer or as a friend."

Fudge was stunned, but Matt knew it in his heart: friends have inside information, and lawyers can only have no comment.

"I promise, this is just a small talk among friends." Matt, who had been talking very little, suddenly interjected.

Luke raised his eyebrows and looked at Fudge: "What do you think?"

Fudge nodded decisively: "This is just small talk, and only the three of us know the content."

Luke hummed, put down the coffee cup, picked up the small cake on the table and took a bite: "On the bright side, all the evidence points to a gang called the Blood Skull in Brooklyn, and the members of this gang are basically killed. In the holding cell, except for the eldest, Billy Wharton, who was never alive or dead."

Fudge and Matt both focused and listened carefully.

Luke took another bite of the cake: "According to the two attackers, this Billy Wharton is the messenger."

Both Fudge and Matt frowned.

The blood skeletons are just one of the gangs in Brooklyn, and they are not the most famous ones. The two people who have been in Manhattan for a long time have never heard of it.

If this is what Billy Wharton planned the bombing, it is extremely unlikely that he wants to get compensation from the missing person.

Luke looked at the expressions of the two and continued: "However, we judge that Billy is just an executor, and the mastermind of the bombing should be someone from Jin Bing."

"Jinping?" Fudge repeated the name blankly, apparently ignorant of it.

Matt's expression remained the same, but his body leaned forward slightly, clearly interested in the name.