Chapter 722

"So..." Selena looks at him.

Luke nodded thoughtfully, "so we won't check."

Selena: ha

Luke chuckled: "let the people who dug up this case continue to investigate, will not it?"

Selena frowned. "Are you sure?"

Luke: sure

Today, he had a conflict with the dogleg state police. If he can't find out, he will have to kill several black policemen directly.

In dealing with the asworth family, the efficiency of positive hardline is too low, which is easy to make the other party more alert and hide the evidence.

Although he's not a judge, he doesn't need evidence to go to court.

But if you want to get rid of the power of the asworth family in Los Angeles, you can't kill them alone.

And he prefers to hide in the dark and create the right time to act.

……

Along the road, two state police found the key to the handcuffs and opened their own handcuffs from the wasteland hundreds of meters away.

Both of them looked at each other in astonishment.

“fuxk！ Who on earth did they provoke? These two young people are definitely not simple. " Hispanic state troopers gnawed their teeth and rubbed several places on their bodies.

That's a lot for Selena to carry on his back just now.

"Why don't you put the illegal drugs in the boy's clothes?" the white state trooper said gloomily

Hispanic state trooper chagrined: "no more. I'll put it in my trouser pocket before I come out Er "

subconsciously, he felt his hand in his pocket and paused. After a while, he pulled out a bag of small white crystals.

White state troopers stared at him, silent.

Hispanic state police were stunned for a moment and shook their heads: "no, I didn't touch it just now. Wait, this guy is a thief? "

White state police gnashed their teeth: "why don't you say he has super power? Under the eyes of both of us, can he steal this thing and put it back? My eyes haven't left his hands for a moment, OK! "

Hispanic state police are speechless.

A moment later, he said, "Carl, if we really put this thing in his pocket just now, is it useful?"

White state trooper Carl was asked.

The answer to this question doesn't seem to need much thought.

"What do you want to say? Julio. " Carl asked in a deep voice.

Julio, a Hispanic state trooper, hesitated and said, "those two people could have taken our confession just now, but they didn't mean it at all. And Cole, who left earlier, looked insane. If this goes on, we may not be able to get a pension. "

Carl paused for a moment and walked up to his police car.

Julio followed in silence.

The police car moved, adjusted its head and drove north.

It took a while for Carl to say, "remember, today we didn't meet the target or see their ID. Do you know what to do if "those people" are called such things again

Julio breathed out a long breath: "I'd rather go to the hospital and lie down with the recurrence of prostatitis than get involved in this terrible thing. Whoever loves to do it will go!"! Labor is just a small police officer, not the assassin of the esworth family. "

Carl frowned. "Shut up. Don't mention the name, okay? We are us, "those people" are "those people."

Inside, silence returned.

In the setting sun, a police car drove north alone.

……

At night, on the edge of downtown Los Angeles, in a rented warehouse like place, two men are discussing a lot of information.

Suddenly, the warehouse shutter door behind them was opened.

Both face a change, one of the middle-aged hands on the Xie Ding waist to untie the holster, ready to draw.

At this time, the roller shutter door rose to a sufficient height, the two people saw the person, were stunned.

Or the middle-aged Xie Ding cried out: "Batman?"

Another man with long hair narrowed his eyes and didn't say a word. His body slipped back quietly, and his hand touched the shotgun hidden under the table.

"Mr. Cole, you can just take the gun out, but don't point it at me. Mr. Hart, too." The mechanical electronic sound starts, the black giant enters the warehouse and pulls down the rolling shutter door.

Hardy looked at his long hair and middle age, or he chose to say, "who are you?"

The corners of Luke's mouth were raised. "You've just called, but you don't believe in this identity, so it doesn't matter."

He said, throwing a big black bag on the table: "this is what you need."

Without waiting for two people to check the bag, he continued: "the asworth family you checked is not as simple as you think."

Or Hart said, "what do you want to say?"

Luke chuckled, "I want to say that behind them, there are some extraordinary individuals like me."Looking at Hart, who was surprised, and Cole, who was still silent, he continued: "this case is not a game of decryption, but a game of killing. Once Ashworth finds out that you want to find out their background, it's no longer the police who come to you, but the murderer who killed them. Their lives are not worth mentioning to them. "

"Life itself is a boring process." Cole said in a low voice that didn't seem to rise or fall.

Luke looked at him. "If you want to die, you can find out the case and die."

Hart's face sank. "What are you talking about?"

A pair of blood red triangular lenses on the dark mask looked at him: "he lives like a ghost and is afraid of what I say."

At this point, Luke's business is finished. He turns around and opens the roller shutter door and disappears into the night.

The two men in the warehouse looked at each other, went to the door with guns in their hands, looked around for a moment, and pulled the door again.

This time, they put a chain on the roller shutter door.

Back at the table, they both looked at the big black bag.

Colmer went forward without saying a word, and opened the zipper directly to reveal a stack of bound printing paper inside.

He picked up the top stack, looked at several pages, and focused on his face: "as expected, the direction of our investigation is right..."

Hart also leaned over, looked at it for a moment, and immediately said, "this is the official document from the police archive. Look at the number. LAPD and lspd have both data."

Cole didn't answer. He flipped through the first stack of documents and murmured, "not enough, not enough information." The hand picked up the second stack of documents.

Hart held his hand. "Wait."

Cole frowned.

"Don't forget that we were just blocked in the warehouse by the" that " "Even if it's for the safety of this information, we need to change places," Hart reminded

Cole frowned, obviously reluctantly.

But reason told him that Batman didn't look like he was lying.

The family they are facing may actually send someone to kill them.

They looked at each other silently, and quickly picked up.