LA Detective

Chapter 357 Attack
Vaughn Jiu-Jitsu Club.

Because of practicing jujitsu here, Luke is more familiar with the club's situation. There are only two floors, and the structure is relatively simple.

Office, training room, rest room, tea room, changing room, utility room, among which there are more than one training room, big and small.

Luke searched the entire Jiu-Jitsu club, but found no other injured, and at the same time kept the photos of the scene for the first time.

Immediately, police, fire and ambulance personnel also entered the scene.

Luke shows his police badge and temporarily quits the Vaughn Jiu-Jitsu Club.

The Latino teenager Christian was also carried out of the club. Luke stepped forward and asked concerned, "Are you okay?"

Christian still seemed a little panicked, "Have you found Coach Natasha?"

"The situation at the scene is more complicated, and we can't be sure yet." Luke asked perfunctorily, "What happened before the explosion or after we left?"

"I...remember, after you guys left, I chatted with Coach Natasha for a few words, and then handed over the signed courier to her.

She went up to the second floor with the courier, and it didn't take long before an explosion occurred. "

Luke recalled that after the competition, he also heard Christian calling Natasha to get the courier, and according to Christian's description, the courier was probably the item that exploded.

"Do you remember the person who delivered the courier?"

"He's wearing a USP express company uniform, he's a white guy, he's wearing a hat, and he looks like he's in his 20s..." Speaking of this, Christian seemed to have touched the wound on his face, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

The female doctor in charge of first aid said, "Sir, please hurry up, we are going to take him back to the hospital for treatment."

Luke nodded. "How tall is he, what accent or more obvious features?"

"Shorter than me, about 180cm tall, he has a tattoo on his right wrist."

"What kind of tattoo?"

"I only glanced at it and couldn't remember the pattern, but only the approximate location."

"Is it the courier you signed for Natasha?"

"Yes."

"How long did it take from when you signed for the delivery to when the explosion happened?"

"I don't know the exact time...it should be less than 10 minutes."

Luke frowned slightly. This time may not seem long, but if the courier has a problem, 10 minutes is enough for him to escape.

"Anyone else suspicious?"

"No."

Christian was carried into the car by emergency personnel.

Luke still stayed at the scene, and did not follow the car to the hospital, "You take care of your injuries, and I will visit you."

Christian tried to straighten up, his voice choked up, "Is Coach Natasha dead?"

Luke said truthfully, "This requires the police to investigate the scene before they can draw a conclusion."

The doors of the ambulance closed, and Luke watched the ambulance leave the scene.

A cordon has been drawn up around the area. The first layer outside the cordon is reporters, and there are many spectators beside it.

Luke smelled a familiar fragrance, turned his head and looked at Ortie, his beautiful face was covered with dust, except for his slightly red eyes, he had regained his usual calmness.

Luke asked, "Before the explosion, did you notice anything unusual?"

Orti thought for a while, "No, what happened so suddenly, my mind was a little messed up.

Will you be in charge of investigating this case? "

Generally speaking, Luke rarely took the initiative to ask for work for himself. Even if he encountered some emergencies, he never took the initiative to ask to be responsible for the investigation of the case. Most of the cases were assigned by the police station.

But this time is different, Natasha is his own Jiu-Jitsu coach, and was killed at a distance of less than 200 meters, Luke can hardly sit idly by and feel uncomfortable.

"I'll try my best."

"Thank you, and I thank you for Natasha."

"It's still early to say this. You and Natasha are more familiar. Has she encountered any trouble recently?"

"I don't know either, Natasha and I have studied jujitsu for a while, but we rarely ask her about her personal affairs.

But once I heard her mention by chance that her biological parents died early and she was adopted by a couple of Eastern European descent.

Perhaps, you can contact her adoptive parents. "

"I will."

Luke sent Orti away and contacted Deputy Chief Red.

Ordinary patrol police cannot detect this kind of bombing, either by the Police Detective Bureau or the FBI.

Given Luke's knowledge of the scene and the victims, Reid let him take over the scene directly and immediately sent support.

If other people took over the scene, facing the mess left by the explosion, it would take a lot of time to understand the situation and survey the scene, and it would be difficult to get a clue for a while.

But Luke was different. He was near the scene when the explosion occurred and had contact with the two victims. He now has the basic situation, surveyed the scene of the explosion, and kept the original photos of the scene.

He already has some clues and can investigate directly, saving a lot of time.

Luke arranged for the patrol to collect the surrounding surveillance and look for witnesses.

Half an hour later, the deputy team also led people to the scene.

Luke asked the deputy team to stay on the scene, and he led the team to investigate.

The investigation is divided into three directions,

Raymond and Jenny investigated the situation of the USP courier company and determined the identity of the courier who delivered Natasha.

Xiao Hei and Porter went to Natasha's house to search.

Jackson is responsible for contacting Natasha's family.

After Luke arranged the task, he saw the deputy team walk out of the club holding a handkerchief covering his mouth and nose, and asked, "Have you seen the scene?"

"Yeah, luckily I haven't had dinner yet. Why are you here?"

"I'm learning Jiu-Jitsu here, and not long after I left, there was an explosion here."

The deputy team asked, "Do you know the deceased?"

"Yes."

"Can you confirm the identity of the deceased?"

"No."

Judging from the current situation, Luke felt that the deceased should be Natasha, but the body was seriously injured and the appearance was difficult to identify.

The deputy team suggested, "Based on my experience, it is better to determine the identity of the deceased first."

"I see.

That's why I ask you to stay on set, there is no one in Los Angeles with more experience than you. "

"It's the first time I've seen the captain flattering the deputy team." The old man left after saying a few words.

Luke was not in the mood to joke now, and asked Jackson on the side, "Have you contacted Natasha's family?"

"Yes, I found the address of Natasha's adoptive parents."

"very good."

……

The black SUV slowly stopped in front of a white two-story villa.

Luke got out of the car and looked around habitually. There were lights on in the house and a few sunflowers planted in the yard.

The two walked into the yard, Jackson walked to the door first, and rang the doorbell, "Ding dong..."

After a while, the door opened, and a tall white old man opened the door, "Hi, handsome boy, what's the matter?"

Jackson looked at the other party, "Are you Mr. Sergey Belanov?"

"it's me.

We shouldn't have met before, who are you? "

"I'm Detective Jackson from the Robbery and Murder Division, and this is our Captain Li."

"The Robbery and Murder Division?"

"Yes."

"What do you have to do with me?"

"We're here because of Natasha's business."

"What happened to Natasha?"

"Tonight, there was an explosion in Natasha's jujitsu club. The situation is quite serious. Let's find out more about it."

"My God! Is Natasha hurt? How is she?"

"The explosion happened in Natasha's office, and according to a member of the club, she was inside at the time..."

"nonono..." Sergei Belanov held the door frame with his hand, his eyes were red, and his voice was choked up, "Are you sure that Natasha was killed?"

"No, it is not yet certain."

"Honey, who is there?"

Sergey Belanov took a deep breath, "A friend invited me for a few drinks, I'll go out for a while."

Sergei Belanov closed the door, "Please don't tell my wife...she has a heart attack and cannot accept such a blow."

"Let's talk in the car."

The three got into the car, and Sergey Belanov sat in the back seat with a dazed expression, "Can I have a cigarette?"

"of course."

Sergey took out the cigarette with trembling hands and took out the lighter, but after several attempts, he couldn't light it.

Luke took out his lighter and helped the other party light a cigarette.

"Thank you." Sergei Belanov took a few puffs of cigarettes before his expression eased.

"I can't believe this happened. We had dinner together two days ago. I can't accept it..."

Luke asked, "Is there anything unusual about Natasha recently?"

"I don't know. She is a strong child. She knows that my wife is not in good health, and she is afraid that she will worry. She always reports the good news and not the bad news."

"Do you have any other children?"

"We also have an adopted son, but he's not in Los Angeles right now."

"Are they close?"

"They have a good relationship, but not too close.

My adopted son is a few years older than Natasha, and soon after Natasha came to our house, he went to college and rarely came home. "

"When did you adopt Natasha?"

"When my adopted son was about to go to college, my wife and I decided to adopt another child. I always wanted a daughter. I hoped that she would come and hug me as soon as I got off work.

But there is always a gap between ideas and reality.

Natasha was 12 when we met her, and she wasn't very talkative or vivacious, not the type I wanted to adopt.

We originally wanted to adopt a child who was innocent and lively and would bring laughter to the family.

But Natasha is different, she is very boring, as if she always has something on her mind, and she always likes to stay in a corner silently.

That time we went to the orphanage, but we couldn't find any children we wanted to adopt. "Sergey Belanov took a few puffs of cigarettes and sighed,
"Fate is such a wonderful thing.

After returning home, my wife kept thinking about Natasha, felt sorry for her, and wanted to protect her.

Later, we went to the orphanage with gifts.

After a few contacts, we decided to adopt Natasha.

Turns out we were right, Natasha was a good kid. "

"Do you know about Natasha's biological parents?"

"No, the information about her biological parents is confidential, and Natasha didn't want to mention it, so we didn't ask."

"Has Natasha offended anyone?"

"Not as far as I know."

"Does she have anyone close to her?"

"A few months ago, there was a 16-year-old in foster care with her, and I've seen that kid a few times, and it was a Latino boy."

"What's his name?"

"Christian."

"Why did she foster Christian at home?"

"Natasha is a kind child, she hopes to help those children who have lost their parents, help them out of the predicament, and give them a home.

From my point of view, it's a love pass and we're rooting for her.

How is Christian? "

"He was also affected by the explosion, but his injuries are not serious and he has been sent to the hospital for treatment."

"It's terrible, why did this happen? Have you caught the suspect who planted the bomb?"

"not yet."

"God will punish them, surely..."

……

After taking notes, Luke and Jackson drove away.

"Captain, do you know the deceased?"

"She's my jiu-jitsu coach."

"You are good at boxing, why do you still learn jujitsu?"

"I don't want to be robbed of my gun."

"OK." Jackson was a little embarrassed, and wisely stopped talking.

"Zizi..."

The intercom rang, and it was Raymond who spoke, "Captain, we have found the person who delivered the courier to Vaughan Jiu-Jitsu Club.

His name is Brando Salvatore. According to the software location provided by usp express company, we determined his location. "

"where?"

"Near 307 Thomas Street.

He was driving a black Ford sedan with license plate number 7JKb376"

"Very well, let's meet up there."

"Received, I will contact the patrol police to assist in the search."

Jackson made a left turn toward 307 Thomas Avenue.

After a few minutes.

Raymond's voice sounded again on the intercom, "Captain, we have rushed to Tomalis Street, and we have found the black suspect vehicle.

It is now heading south.

I posted the location in the group. "

"Are you sure to stop it?"

Raymond said, "The traffic here is a bit heavy, so it's difficult."

"We're nearby, and we'll rush over there as soon as possible." Luke clicked on the location of the chat group and showed it to Jackson at the side.

"receive."

Jackson determined the location of the suspect vehicle and accelerated the vehicle again.

After a while, the intercom rang again, "Captain, the suspected vehicle suddenly ran a red light at the intersection.

There were several cars in front of us, and we couldn't follow immediately.

We are already chasing, but we have not found the suspect vehicle for the time being. He may have turned off the taillights.

I re-posted the location, and the car was still heading south. "

Luke asked, "Have you been found?"

"We're careful, there's no way he'll catch us stalking, I'm sure."

"We are also nearby, continue to track."

"receive."

Luke clicked on the new position, and said to Jackson, "Now is your chance to perform."

Jackson slammed on the accelerator, "I should have driven my BMW earlier."

Luke reminded, "Chasing a car is not necessarily faster, but smarter.

Intercept early in his likely lane. "

Speaking of this, Luke began to study the map. The streets where the car disappeared extend in all directions. It is not easy to set up a card to stop it, but Luke still contacted the patrol department and asked them to help intercept the suspected vehicle.

The suspect vehicle suddenly accelerated and threw off the police car, indicating that the other party had a ghost in his heart, which was probably related to the bombing.

Just as Luke was researching the suspect's escape route, Jackson's voice suddenly remembered, "Captain, a black Ford sedan appears ahead."

Luke looked up, and there was indeed a black Ford sedan in the distance, but it was too far away to see the license plate clearly. Luke took out the binoculars to observe, and the license plate number was different from the suspect vehicle.

"Accelerate and catch up."

"Is that the suspect vehicle?" Jackson's voice was a little excited.

"The license plate is different."

"Then why are you chasing it?"

"If you can't catch up, it is."

"Understood." Jackson stepped on the gas pedal again, the car roared, and the speed increased a little.

At this time, the car has already driven to a relatively remote road section, and the number of cars on the road has decreased significantly.

The black SUV drove extremely fast and successfully passed the cars in front, but the black Ford sedan was not slow, and the distance between the two sides did not decrease.

Luke turned on the siren, "Whoa..."

The surrounding vehicles began to give way, but the Ford sedan continued to drive rapidly.

"That's it." Luke sent the location and the new license plate number in the group, and turned on the walkie-talkie, "I found the suspect vehicle and drove west on Newbint Street."

"Roger that!"

Luke contacted the patrol department again, told them the new suspicious license plate, and asked them to set up a card ahead to intercept it.

The two cars started a chase.

Ahead was an intersection without traffic lights, and the black Ford sedan rushed past without slowing down.

Jackson habitually eased off the accelerator, but the speed was not slow either.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a red car drove over in the transverse lane and hit the rear of the car Jackson was driving.

The SUV turned on the spot, and Jackson held the steering wheel tightly so as not to lose control. Even so, the car drifted a long way and hit a utility pole.

"boom!"

Luke has a feeling of riding a roller coaster. Fortunately, he is wearing a seat belt and holding on to the handrail, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Luke loosened his seat belt, and the belt had already drawn red marks on his body, "Are you not injured?"

Jackson was sweating from fright, panting heavily, "No, I'm fine."

Luke took out his pistol and got out of the car to check. He looked at the red car that caused the accident more than ten meters away. The front of that car was also hit, but because the speed of the car was relatively slow, the damage to the car was not serious.

Luke was going to check it out, but just after walking a few steps, the front and rear glass on the right side of the red car opened at the same time, revealing two black gun muzzles, "Bang bang..."

Two AKs fired at Luke and the SUV.

Luke hurriedly bent over and sprinted, hiding behind the SUV car. The police cars are all reinforced, which are more bulletproof than ordinary cars.

Jackson also scrambled out of the passenger car and hid on the side of the car, "Captain, who exactly did we encounter?"

"dead."

Luke recalled the location of the red car, "Jackson, cover me."

"Are you sure?
Just use this? Jackson shook the pistol. It happened so suddenly that police gear and rifles were in the trunk of the car.

Luke's tone was firm, "You don't need to show your head, you shoot from the front of the car, and I shoot from the rear."

"Captain, you have to be careful."

"I will. Take care of yourself."

Jackson took a deep breath, stretched his right hand over the front of the car, and fired in the direction of the red car, "Bang bang bang..."

Whether you can hit it depends on luck.

Luke used a 'precision card', then rolled on the ground to the rear of the car, aiming at the firelight of the co-pilot, "Bang bang bang..."

"what!"

It was already dark, and it was difficult for Luke to see the situation in the car clearly, but he heard a scream.

"Fuck! Tommy got shot.

GO GO GO!"

The gunman in the back row of the car also noticed Luke, and fired at the rear of the car, "Da da da..."

Luke scrambles back to the side of the car to dodge the bullet.

"Woooo..."

The red car slammed on the accelerator and drove fast.

Luke runs out from behind the car and shoots at the car again, "Bang bang..."

It's just that the sky is too dark at this time, and the distance is far away, so the probability of hitting is very small.

The red car also responded with "da da" and fired again.

The opponent's firepower was too strong and it was dark. Luke could only dodge first. When Jackson took out his rifle and body armor from the trunk of the car, the red car had stopped shooting, turned off its taillights, and disappeared from sight.

The scene of the crash was a mess, with bullet casings scattered all over the place and a pool of blood.

(End of this chapter)