Chapter 111 Party
Metzker Bar.
"cheers!"
Members of the First Squadron of the Robbery and Murder Division toasted and drank together.
There were a total of nine people present, in addition to the people from the first squadron and Deputy Director Reid.
Deputy Director Reid is in charge of the Robbery and Murder Department and concurrently serves as the director.
Deputy Director Reid took a big gulp of beer, "I'm very glad to be invited today. I haven't had such a good drink for a long time."
The deputy captain pouted, "Your wife even cares about drinking now?"
"Yeah, you know Kamoshi's character, she doesn't like me drinking."
"Red, I told you that the relationship between husband and wife is not equal. There will always be a strong side. If you give in blindly, she will eat you to death, and even if you eat an extra bite, she can find out your faults. "
Rhett shrugged, "It's not as serious as you said, I just don't like quarrels."
"That's right, she just recognized you and has been testing and suppressing you. You have to be tougher so that you can gain a reasonable position.
If a man can't drink beer in his own house..."
Susan interrupted, "Deputy team, marriage is not a relationship of competition, but a relationship of cooperation and love.
Rett is not afraid of his wife, but loves her. "
Luke also felt that the vice-team was a bit sloppy, and he said it happily. He heard what he shouldn't have heard, and it wasn't a good thing. He showed a curious look, "Director, how long have you known the vice-team?"
"Wow, there is something to talk about." Reid nodded and looked at the deputy team aside, "Can you talk about it?"
"Is there anything wrong with it." The deputy team shrugged.
Rett recalled, "That should have been twenty years ago, and I was only in my twenties, very much like the current Luke, handsome, ideal, and ambitious..."
The deputy team interrupted, "You were not like Luke when you were young, but more like Marcus now."
Xiao Hei laughed, "Really?"
Rett directly shattered his fantasy, "The deputy team is lying to you. I was much better than you when I was young, and I solved many major cases. The director at the time admired me..."
Xiao Hei "..."
"Stop! Don't brag, it's up to me." The deputy team took over the right to speak, "He was just a kid when he first came to the police detective station, and he didn't understand farts. I was already an experienced detective at that time.
He was brought by me at the time, Detective Vincent, Detective Red.
Like David and Luke now…
A few years later it became Inspector Vincent, Inspector Rhett.
A few more years later, Inspector Vincent, Deputy Team Red.
A few years later, Inspector Vincent, Captain Red...
Until now, you all know. "
After hearing this, everyone wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.
Luke sympathizes with the deputy team. What have you experienced all these years? To be able to continue working in the Robbery and Murder Division, one must have a strong heart.
David was chewing nuts, but he was stunned when he heard this, looked at the deputy team and Rhett, and then at Luke...
The atmosphere was a bit awkward, Rhett smiled, "Although my position is higher than yours, I have always respected you.
Learned a lot from you about what to do and what not to do.
I have today's grades, which have a lot to do with you. "
The deputy team joked, "Are you trying to say that blue is better than blue? No, I won't admit it."
Rett laughed, "You're right, you have more experience in solving crimes than anyone else, and I can't compare it to you. However, I didn't do what I shouldn't do."
"OK, today's party is over." The deputy team stood up and made a gesture to leave.
Director Rhett quickly stopped him, "Comeon, I'm just joking."
"I'll take a fine drink." Reid drank half of the beer in one gulp.
The deputy team sat down again. The two had known each other for twenty years and were former partners. Naturally, they wouldn't be really angry, and soon chatted together again.
Luke asked David on the side, "How is it going?"
"I sent her to rehab."
"You know what I'm asking?"
David took a sip of his wine, "She offered to mention it, and I also acquiesced."
"good."
David didn't seem to want to talk about this topic, "When are you going to buy a car?"
"Still working on it, what do you think of the Porsche Cayenne?"
"The brand is good, but the price is not cheap."
"I checked, and it's about the same price as a BMW 7." In his previous life, Luke had heard that foreign cars were cheap, but he didn't know how cheap it was until he arrived in Los Angeles. The BMW Seven and Porsche Cayenne cost around $80,000.
It is half cheaper than domestic ones.
"They are all good cars, depending on which one you like."
"I, do you have any good suggestions?"
"Hey, it doesn't matter. Of course it's the Cadillac Escalade. Is there a better car than this?" Xiao Hei took it for granted.
David shrugged, "I knew it."
Cadillac has a high status in the black music circle.
Counting the whole world, there are more than 2,000 songs written with "Cadillac". There is an unwritten law in the music circle - if you want to shoot an MV with momentum, you must have a Cadillac.
Cadillac has influenced the hip-hop culture represented by black people. In hip-hop culture, luxury cars have always been an important element of rap music.
Cadillac is infected with the inexhaustible longing in the hearts of countless black rappers, expressing the unyielding ideals of black people.
Luke nodded, "I'll think about it."
In fact, the pass has already been lost. This car is too big, with seven seats. Why does he usually drive alone with such a large space?
Xiao Hei smiled and said, "If you want to sell the Harley motorcycle, remember to consider me."
"Don't even think about it, I wouldn't sell a Harley." Just because Luke bought a new car because he needed it, doesn't mean he doesn't like motorcycles.
It is still very cool to ride a motorcycle on holidays.
…
At ten o'clock in the evening, the party is over.
Rett drank too much and couldn't drive by himself, so the deputy team sent him home.
Luke said goodbye to everyone and went to find his own motorcycle.
He looked around but couldn't find it.
What are you doing?
Luke has a good drinker and is very sober. Why is Harley gone?
David asked, "Why are you standing there stupidly? Don't you ride a bike? Do you want me to see you?"
"My Harley is missing."
"What do you mean?" David was also confused.
"Some idiot stole my car!"
…
five minutes later.
A patrol car is parked on the side of the road.
The driver was a black female patrol officer with short hair and a serious expression.
A white patrolman walked out of the passenger cab, who looked to be in his forties,
"Who called the police?"
"It's me." Luke sized up the middle-aged patrolman, his eyes falling on his shoulder straps, "Are you sure you're wearing the right police uniform?"
The middle-aged patrolman shrugged, "I just changed careers to be a patrolman, you know."
The black female patrol next to her put her hands on her police belt, "You lost a motorcycle?"
"Yes, the car is parked here."
"Is the car locked?"
"Of course, I won't make such a low-level mistake."
"When did you park your motorcycle here? When did you find out it was stolen?"
“Around 7:10 p.m., my colleagues and I came to the Metzker Bar.
Parked the Harley near the entrance of the bar, and the show ended at ten o'clock in the evening. As soon as I came out, I found that the motorcycle was missing, and then called the police. "
"Tell me the model, color, license plate number of the motorcycle, whether there are special signs, etc.?"
Luke sighed, not used to this feeling. He used to ask other people, but now he is the one being asked, "2021 Harley fat boy, black, license plate number, 8LkL518."
"Show me your driver's license and mobile phone number."
Luke handed her the driver's license and reported his mobile phone number.
The black female patrol officer wrote down her identity information, "OK, Mr. Luke, we have learned about the situation of the motorcycle, and will notify other patrol officers to help find it, and will notify you when it is found."
"What's your name?"
The middle-aged white patrolman said, "My name is John, and this is my instructor, Officer Aphra."
Luke asked, "Can you leave me a contact information?"
John handed over a business card.
"Thank you for your hard work, I will treat you to a drink another day." Luke took the business card and waved away.
He didn't say he was lapd too.
A group of senior police detectives came out to a party, and the car was lost after the meeting.
He was not alone in the shame.
"fuck, **** car thief."
I got stuck today, it’s so painful.
(end of this chapter)