Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

This routine seems quite smooth, you probably haven't done this for the first time, have you?

Let me guess..." Luke stared at the other person, probing, "You're actually the person in charge of this operation?"

"No no no, I swear, it's my first time.

They originally had a regular driver, but the driver is not in Los Angeles right now, so I was temporarily brought in to help.

I didn't want to do it initially, but I needed the money."

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"Twenty thousand US Dollars, and another thirty thousand after the job is done."

Luke glanced at Fred Kramer beside him and laughed, "Did you hear that? Your life is only worth fifty thousand US Dollars."

Fred Kramer endured the pain and jested, "Bastard, you should've asked them for five hundred thousand US Dollars, I'm worth that much."

Luke noticed that the other person looked somewhat dispirited, "Buddy, you need to perk up, the ambulance is coming soon."

Fred Kramer said gratefully, "Thank you, Captain Lee.

If you hadn't been here by chance, I might have already been sent to meet God."

Compared to words of thanks, Luke wanted some practical benefits; his car was nearly turned into a sieve, someone had to account for this.

Thinking of this, Luke looked again at Ricardo Solu, feeling that this guy hadn't spoken truthfully, "Tell me something of value."

"Sorry, I really am someone they temporarily found, I know nothing." Ricardo Solu was very unstable emotionally at the moment, coupled with the pain from his injuries, his expressions were twisted.

Luke found it hard to analyze his microexpressions to judge if he was lying.

"Woo woo..." Two police cars drove over from afar.

Ricardo Solu instead breathed a sigh of relief, worried that Luke might do something irrational out of anger.

Luke patted his cheek, "Buddy, we'll meet again."

Soon after, the ambulance arrived on the scene, lifting Fred Kramer onto the ambulance to be taken to the hospital for treatment.

As for the two shooters inside the Ford car, they had already lost signs of life.

Blackie also arrived on the scene, looking Luke up and down, "Captain, are you alright?"

"I'm perfectly fine."

Blackie looked at Luke's Mercedes-Benz car, his eyes widening, "Oh my god, what happened to this car?

Were those killers coming for you?"

"According to the injured driver, their target was Fred Kramer." Blackie's words also reminded Luke, could someone indeed want to take him out?

Was Fred Kramer just a decoy?

Luke then shook his head, this possibility was slim because earlier, suspect Ricardo Solu directly said Fred Kramer's name.

However, regardless of who the real target behind this is, this assassination event posed danger to Luke, even for his own sake, Luke has to catch the mastermind behind it.

Soon after, Reid and the deputy arrived on the scene.

Reid inquired about Luke's situation, learned he was not injured, and offered a few comforting words, telling him to go home and rest, while the deputy would take over the site investigation.

Luke had no objections to this, the old man had a stubborn temper but was experienced and competent.

The gunfight just now was thrilling, but after the thrill came exhaustion, he wanted to go back and have a good sleep, so he'd have the energy to investigate tomorrow.

With Luke's permission, the Mercedes was also transported back to the police station as evidence.

Blackie prepared to drive Luke home, seeing the heavily damaged Mercedes G500 being towed away, sighed, "Such a shame, I haven't even driven it once."

Luke said, "I remember you drove it once."

"No, I didn't!"

"You absolutely did, just forgot."

"I didn't, I have a good memory."

Luke recalled seriously, "I remember once..."

Blackie waved his hand while driving, "I didn't..."

...

The two argued about this boring topic all the way...