Chapter 4 Thanks from tires
Luke walked out of the office, and a black man standing by the water cooler looked at him with an exaggerated expression.
The black man named Marcus is the famous big mouth of the police department, "Wow, I seem to hear that someone is going to be transferred? Could it be you?"
"You heard wrong."
Marcus asked with a rap rhythm accent, "Yeah, if I don't admit it, I'll pack up and leave."
Luke glanced at the office and walked to a distant place, "The one who needs to be transferred is the captain."
Vinson's deputy team asked, "The captain said it himself?"
Luke nodded, "Of course, the captain wants me to take her place."
"Hey..." Marcus let out a burst of laughter, "Are you kidding? I am more qualified to be the captain than you."
Luke said seriously, "I thought so too, so I recommended you to Captain Susan."
Marcus asked subconsciously, "What did the captain say?"
Luke imitated Susan's tone with a serious expression, and shouted, "Shutup, disappear from my sight immediately.
I came out. "
Marcus was stunned and didn't react for a while.
Vinson's deputy shook his head, "Marcus, you've been tricked."
"Ha ha…"
Other colleagues also laughed.
By the time Marcus understood, Luke had returned to his position.
During this period of time, he was indeed a little passive and slowed down, and there were many reasons for this.
There are many things to learn and adapt from a Chinese policeman to a Los Angeles police detective, such as culture, life, work, mentality, environment...
It's not easy.
Luke has read time-traveling novels before, and those protagonists can quickly adapt to their identities after time-traveling, even better than the original owner of the body.
Actually hard.
Strictly speaking, he is just a rookie now, but Susan measures him by the standard of an elite police detective.
Luke shook his head, suppressing the mess of thoughts.
Let’s do the work first, the job of the police is to solve cases.
As long as you solve the 'taser robbery', everything will be solved.
Luke found information on two cases and started researching.
The suspect’s purpose of committing the crime is not clear, and may be concealing the real motive of committing the crime...
…
8pm.
Fly bar.
After time travel, Luke also fell in love with the bar culture, and would often come here for a drink after get off work.
Luke came here today not just for entertainment, but for other purposes.
This bar was renovated last year, and the environment is not bad, with a dance floor, entertainment area, booth area and bar.
There are not many people at this point, and Luke sits on the bar stools around the bar.
A bartender in a black vest came over, "What would you like to drink today?"
The bartender is a middle-aged white man, and Luke is a frequent visitor here, and the two have a good relationship.
"whisky."
The bartender poured half a glass of whiskey and put it on the bar, "Is there anything else you need?"
"Bring me five scratch cards."
The United States is a big lottery country, with a wide variety of lotteries, and each state can set up a lottery regulatory and issuing agency.
There are retail outlets in convenient places such as bars, supermarkets, gas stations, and clubs.
Luke rarely bought lottery tickets before, he felt that it was a waste of money.
But now he has an 'Adventure Card'.
For Luke, who lives in distress, getting rich is the best adventure.
Luke picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and tasted it carefully in his mouth. It was slightly sour and spicy, and the alcohol was not weak.
There are snacks in the self-service area. He chose a small plate of nuts and pretzels, and the rest were too sweet to eat.
"Hi, excuse me, we meet again." The woman looked familiar, and it was the woman who drove the convertible yesterday.
She wore a black professional attire today, which gave her a more capable look.
Luke looked at each other up and down, "Miss, what's your name?"
"Daisy, just call me Daisy.
Although you didn't help, you still have to say for my tires, thank you. "
Luke smiled, "I'm just afraid your boyfriend might misunderstand."
"You are so sweet." Daisy left after saying a few words.
Luke continued to drink leisurely, he enjoyed this leisurely atmosphere.
"Your scratch-off, Goodrak." The bartender handed Luke a scratch-off.
"How much?"
Luke rubbed his hands, already impatient.
“Five dollars for whiskey, five dollars for scratch-offs, and a generous lady has already paid for it for you, and gave me a five-dollar tip.”
"Who paid for it for me?"
"That pretty lady who was talking to you just now, she just left."
Luke shook his head, "I don't need others to pay, I will pay myself."
The bartender rolled his eyes and said in a tone of someone who has been there, "Hey, relax, this is normal in bars.
Next time you can ask her to talk a little more, maybe something else will happen? "
Luke sighed softly, "What I care about is not the drink money, but the scratches.
Who wins if I win? I don't want to make trouble. "
…
Leaving the bar, Daisy walks into a neighborhood street.
The light is a bit dim, and no pedestrians can be seen in front of the street.
She faintly heard footsteps behind her, and turned her head to see a man following in the distance, but she couldn't see his face clearly.
Daisy was a little nervous and quickened her pace.
The footsteps behind him became more and more urgent, getting closer.
She couldn't run against the opponent in high heels, and almost turned her foot.
She panicked, and reached into her satchel with her right hand, as if she was rummaging for something.
She took out a small bottle from her bag and turned to face behind him. The man was wearing a baseball cap, but he still couldn't see his face clearly, "Who are you?
Why...No..."
Before Daisy finished speaking, she saw the man take out a gun from his bag.
"boom!"
Daisy fell to the ground straight as if she had been shocked by an electric shock, and fell into a coma instantly.
A man in a baseball cap came over and kicked the bottle in Daisy's right hand away, dragging her to the corner of the street.
The man in the baseball cap opened the travel bag in his hand, put Daisy's satchel in it, took off Daisy's shoes and threw it in, and stretched out his hand to his coat...
Suddenly, a voice sounded not far away, "LAPD, raise your hands!"
"Fuck! How could there be police?" The man in the baseball cap showed a look of astonishment.
"Hands up!"
"Don't shoot!" The man in the baseball cap looked at Luke and slowly raised his hands.
Luke walked a few meters away from the suspect with a gun in both hands, "face down, lying on the ground, with his hands behind his back."
"Sir, you may have misunderstood, she is my girlfriend, she is sick, I am helping."
"Shut up, look forward, don't move around."
Luke held the gun in his right hand, took out the handcuffs in his left hand, pressed his knees on the suspect's body, handcuffed him from behind, took off his pants,
"You have the right to remain silent.
If you don't keep silent, then everything you say can be used as evidence against you in court.
You have the right to have a lawyer present at your trial.
If you cannot afford a lawyer, the court will provide you with a lawyer for free. "
After reading Miranda's warning, Luke's previous sense of being a policeman came back.
A voice sounded in my head, [Complete an adventure experience, the adventure card has been activated and used. 】
(end of this chapter)