Los Angeles Detective

  Chapter 74 Two birds with one stone

  Cindy Botujia.

  The black Dodge has disappeared, and from the outside, Cindy Botu's house is no different from the past.

  However, when you enter the house, you will find that there is another world.

  Cindy Botu's daughter sat on the sofa with red eyes and an uneasy expression on her face.

  Luke and David communicated in low voices.

  There are also two officers sent by the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department to support.

   There are more state police and county police tracking the suspect vehicle.

   This is Luke's proposal, outside pine and inside jin.

  David asked in a low voice, "Where do you think Cole will take Cindy?"

  Luke thought for a while and said, "If you know the license plate number of the car Cole uses, it will be easy to track."

  David nodded, "Yes, there are too many black SUVs, and it is very difficult to track. And this is not Los Angeles, and there are so few cameras."

  Luke pondered for a moment, "Remember the restaurant called 'Golden Corral' we went to yesterday? That white aunt has seen Cole, maybe he has seen Cole's car.

  Instead of waiting here, why not talk to her, maybe she can provide some clues, such as the license plate number. "

  David looked at the two county police officers next to him, "I'm here to watch, you go."

   "OK, do you need me to bring something?"

   "As long as you can fill your stomach."

   "See you tonight." Luke stood by the window, looked out and saw no suspicious persons, then left the house, walked about a few hundred meters and got into the Dodge car.

   After driving for about ten minutes, Luke arrived at the ‘Golden Corral’ restaurant.

  The white aunt greeted, "Good evening, handsome guy from Los Angeles, nice to see you again."

"Me too."

"what do you want to eat?"

   Luke laughed, "Kutta."

   "OK, this dish will definitely not disappoint you, but this dish is best paired with a glass of beer, it will be even more delicious."

   "Good idea, I also want to have a drink to relieve fatigue." These two days of overloaded work, and I didn't have a good rest last night, my body is very tired.

  Drink less alcohol and be more energetic.

   Within twenty minutes, the white aunt came over with a tray, put it on Luke's dining table, and lifted the dome cover.

  A smell of meat came out.

   There is a fried fish on the disc, with a layer of thick sauce poured on it, and onions and shiitake mushrooms under it, which looks very appetizing.

   "Didn't you say there is lamb in this dish?"

  The white aunt smiled, pretending to be mysterious and said, "You will know soon."

  Luke pierced a piece of fish with a fork and ate it. The fish was very tender, without thorns, and had a smell of suet.

  Looking down, the fish belly seemed to be filled with meat.

   Picked up a spoon and ate a spoonful, it was mutton stuffing, the gravy was very rich, there were black pepper, chopped onion and other spices, and it was mixed with the umami taste of fish.

   This is the first time I have eaten this kind of dish. It tastes good, but it is a bit greasy. Drinking a cold beer just relieves the greasy.

   In less than twenty minutes, Luke finished his meal and asked the white aunt to come over and pay the bill.

"How is the taste?"

   "Very good, the best dish I have eaten in a while."

   "I'm glad you like it." The white aunt looked proud.

  Luke paid for the meal and tipped the other party ten dollars more.

   "Wow, you are so generous."

"you deserved."

"Thanks."

   "Can we sit down and talk?"

   "Of course." For the sake of the tip, the white aunt readily agreed.

   "Have you seen the FBI today?"

   "No."

   "Have you seen his car?"

   "I was so busy that I didn't pay attention to the passing vehicles. I couldn't even remember if he was driving." After finishing speaking, the white aunt looked at Luke curiously,

   "Why did you inquire about the FBI?"

  Luke didn't hide anything, and flashed his police badge, "I'm lapd, and I'm here to investigate a case. The FBI you saw is probably a fake. If you see him again, remember to contact me."

   "I buy Karma, does anyone dare to impersonate the FBI? Is he dangerous?"

   "Yes, so don't act rashly when you see him, call me." Luke handed him a business card.

   "I see." The white aunt put away the business card.

  Luke asked a few more questions, but the white aunt could not give any valuable clues. The boss called her to serve the dishes, and the conversation between the two was interrupted.

  Luke left the restaurant angrily.

  Investigating cases in other places will be very passive. If you are in downtown Los Angeles, you can directly call up the surveillance video to track the suspect vehicle.

   But this method is not very effective in Heim City.

  Luke drove back to Cindy Botu's house, passing through Tellson Manor on the way.

  He glanced instinctively, and vaguely seemed to see a light in the manor.

   Not right.

   Could it be that Hans Miller is running back again?

   Shouldn't he go to the LAPD to identify the body?

  Thinking of this, Luke decided to check it out and parked the car on the side of the road.

   Parked and turned off, loaded the pistol, and put on the body armor, he approached the manor quietly.

  Climb up the wall to check, and by the moonlight, I can see a car parked inside.

  He squinted his eyes to identify carefully, the car seemed to be black, SUV style.

   Suddenly thought of something.

  Luke did not act rashly, he got off the wall and sent a message to David, calling for support.

  Is this car Cole's?

  Why is he here?

   Didn't he kidnap Cindy?

   Do you think the most dangerous place is the safest?

   Or come here to find something?

   Could it be that the oil painting was hidden in the manor by Cindy?

   These questions flashed through his mind, and Luke became more and more curious.

   "Woooooooooooo..."

   There was a muffled sound coming from the manor, as if someone was pouting and wailing through the nose.

  Luke felt that he couldn't wait any longer, otherwise something might happen.

  He climbed up the wall again, but still did not see Cole.

  He tiptoed down the wall and crawled towards the direction of the black car.

  The further you go, the clearer the whining sound becomes.

  The slower he crawls, the more careful he is.

  Luke climbed under the car, looked into the distance again, and found a figure in front of the stone house.

  Why only one person?

   The standing person can't see clearly, but it should be a man from his body shape.

  Where is Cindy?

   Carefully distinguish the whining sound, it seems that it should be from the same direction.

  Luke guessed that Cindy was probably lying or lying on the ground, and the weeds blocked his sight, so he couldn't see it.

  According to Luke's character, he wants to be a dog.

   Wait until David brings someone here before doing it.

   But judging from the current situation, Cindy is in some danger.

  In case Cole gets the oil painting and kills people, if Cindy dies, the police will lose an important witness.

  Thinking about the pros and cons, Luke took a deep breath and decided to capture Cole alone.

  He continued to crawl forward, holding a bright flashlight in his left hand and a gun in his right.

   At this time, the sky was dark, which was in Luke's favor, making it difficult for the other party to find him.

   Climbing forward for another distance, Luke could clearly see the situation ahead, and could faintly hear the voice of the man.

   "Cindy, you said the oil painting was hidden in the manor, I brought you here, and now you say you don't know where the oil painting is, are you kidding me again?"

   "Woooo..." Cindy seemed to want to speak, but couldn't speak.

   Cole pulled the towel from his mouth, "Don't shout, or you will know the consequences."

  Cindy said weakly, "I don't know the whereabouts of the oil painting at all."

   "Bang!" Cole went up and kicked her hard in the chest, "fuck, do you want to die? How dare you lie to me."

   "You keep beating me and threatening to kill my daughter. I have no choice but to say anything."

   "Good! Good!" Cole laughed back angrily, "If you dare to play me, go and kill your daughter now."

   Cindy yelled, "Go, you hurry, the police may be waiting at my house, and you just fell into a trap."

   "Shut up, no matter how loud you are, I'll kill you now. Since you don't know where the oil painting is, it's useless to keep you." Cole pulled out his dagger and threatened, "Last chance, where is the oil painting?"

   "I really don't know where the painting is."

   "Then you can die."

   "No, don't kill me, killing me won't do any good."

   "I also hid a sum of money, we can run away together, I will not inform, I am still afraid of the police now."

   "Where did you hide the money?"

   "You let me go first, and I'll tell you."

   Cole sneered, "Do you think I'm a fool? I've had enough, go to hell." Cole raised his dagger and stabbed at Sindi on the ground.

   "lapd, don't move, or I'll shoot!" A bright light hit Cole's face.

   "fuck!" Cole turned his head aside, turned and wanted to run.

   "Bang..." Luke fired.

  The dagger in Cole's hand, he has a reasonable reason to shoot.

  It is so willful in the United States.

   Cole slammed to the ground and rolled a few times to avoid bullets.

   Still a bullet hit him in the left arm.

   "Ugh!" He gritted his teeth, trembling with pain.

"boom…"

  The gunshots were still ringing, and Cole was also dumbfounded. He didn't expect this policeman to be so strong.

  He thought he hadn't done anything radical.

   Cole also took out his pistol, hesitated for a while, and didn't dare to fight back.

  The policeman who fired the gun had already turned off his flashlight. He couldn't see where the other party was.

  And, once he shoots, there may be more intense firepower.

   lapd are a bunch of assholes.

  Luke was also depressed. After shooting so many shots, he didn't know if he hit them.

  Darkness is one aspect, the main reason is that his marksmanship is average.

   "Woooooooooooo..."

   At this time, there was movement outside, it should be that support has arrived.

  Luke put on a new magazine, "Cole, you're under arrest, stand up immediately and raise your hands above your head!"

   Cole was injured in his arm, and the blood kept gushing out, grinning in pain.

  Knowing that it would be difficult to escape, he stood up slowly, "I am willing to surrender, please don't shoot, I was shot in the arm."

  (end of this chapter)