Chapter 1284 - 566: The Arrest (Part 2)
Little Black got out of the passenger seat and opened the rear side door, "come on, we're here."
Ricardo Solu stepped out of the car, looking somewhat bewildered at the surroundings.
Luke stood ahead waving, "Marcus, take him directly to the interrogation room."
"Okay, Captain." Little Black gave Ricardo Solu a push, "Stop dawdling, hurry up.
This isn't a hospital, haha."
Ricardo Solu took a deep breath, feeling a bad premonition.
Suddenly, he felt his eyes dazzled by the sunlight, slightly tilting his head, immediately hearing a gunshot, "Bang!"
Ricardo Solu didn't even have time to react, just felt a bullet fly past him.
Luke also heard the gunshot, instantly drawing his gun, "There's a shooter!
Stay hidden."
Little Black grabbed Ricardo Solu's arm, running towards the police building.
"Bang!"
Another gunshot.
"Ah!"
A shriek rang out beside them; an officer was hit in the shoulder, his clothes stained with blood.
Ricardo Solu looked back, involuntarily trembling, seemingly recalling some terrifying scenes.
"What are you standing there for? Move!" Little Black half dragged, half pulled him into the police building.
"Stay hidden!"
"Stay alert!"
"Where's the shooter?"
"Seems to be in the building across! I'm taking men over to search..."
Ricardo Solu was brought inside the police building, already out of danger, but hearing the shouts outside, still felt anxious.
Little Black took him into the interrogation room, angrily saying, "Fuck, to protect you, an officer got hurt!"
Ricardo Solu shook his head, "I didn't want this either."
Little Black shouted sternly, "Who is the shooter? Did he come to rescue you?"
"No, I haven't contacted anyone while at the hospital."
"What's his next plan?"
"I don't know."
"Creak..." The interrogation room door opened, Luke walked in, "The shooter isn't rescuing him, but silencing him."
Little Black seemed to understand, pointing at Ricardo Solu, "The shooter came to kill him?"
"Highly probable."
"Then why didn't he hit him?"
Ricardo Solu answered, "Before the gunshot, I felt my eyes dazzled, uncomfortable, so I turned my head.
Maybe I just dodged the bullet."
Little Black stared at him, "Who wants you dead?"
"I don't know."
"Look at me." Luke stared at him, questioning, "Do you know the mastermind behind the shooting?"
"I don't know."
"You certainly do; they're worried you'll spill, that's why they want to silence you.
Be smart.
If they've decided to silence you, they won't let you go.
If you want to live, you'd better name that person so we can save you.
Otherwise, we can't protect you forever."
Ricardo Solu held his head, incredulous, "God, why is this happening?"
Luke said, "Because only dead men are trustworthy.
If you can't grasp such a simple truth, your death wouldn't be undeserved."
Ricardo Solu bit his lip, took a deep breath, and uttered a name, "Gil Warren."
"Who's he?"
"The mastermind of the shooting."
"Where's Gil Warren?"
"109 Marco Street."
"Tell us his info?"
"He has a black Mercedes, license plate, 4wsa328."
"Why didn't you say this earlier?"
"I didn't dare; he has a gang background, someone I can't afford to mess with.
He sought us out, instructed us to shoot Fred Kramer."
"Why did he do it?"
"I don't know.
He promised a sum of money once it was done, said even if we were caught, he'd find a way to send the money to our families.
And if we dared betray him, he'd not only kill us but retaliate against our families.
That's why I didn't dare point him out."
Luke asked more questions about Gil Warren before leaving the interrogation room.
Back in the Robbery and Murder Department office, Reid was there, asking, "Did Ricardo Solu confess?"
Luke smiled, "Yes, very smoothly."
Reid handed a document to Luke, "Remember to have him sign."
Luke took the document, on it were bold letters, "Emergency Drill for Escorting Prisoners."
Luke picked up a pen from the desk, signed his name.
Indeed, the supposed shooter was arranged by Luke, and the one who fired was Raymond, the injured officer was also fake.
Luke was somewhat concerned, "Chief, did the gunshots cause any trouble?"
Reid replied, "Don't worry, I already notified other departments; there'll be a drill at eleven a.m. today, might have gunfire, told them not to panic."
Little Black chuckled, "Chief, did you see just now? How was my acting?"
"Not bad."
Jackson wasn't to be outdone, "Having the officer use blood packs to pretend being hurt was my idea, easier to convince Ricardo Solu."
"Good idea."
"Hey." The deputy interrupted them, "Now's not the time to vie for credit, I'm more interested in the mastermind's identity.
Cheer after catching the mastermind."
Luke said, "The mastermind's called Gil Warren, lives at 109 Marco Street.
He has a black Mercedes, plate number, 4wsa328.
Matthew, look up his identity."
Shortly after, Matthew found the information, projecting it onto the screen.
Name, Gil Warren.
Gender, Male.
Date of Birth, March 2, 1984.
Phone number, 310 876 2533.
Address, 109 Marco Street.
Criminal record, Human smuggling, Intentional injury, Illegal detention, Robbery.
License plate, 4wsa328.
Matthew said, "Also found he bought a ticket for an 8 p.m. flight to Brazil tonight."
The deputy said, "Clearly, this guy plans to flee."
Then, Luke pondered briefly, "Deputy, you take men to watch 109 Marco Street;
I'll take men to keep an eye on the airport.
Others, get ready to act."
"Yes, sir."
...
Ten minutes later.
The deputy, along with Raymond, Jenny, Port, split into two police cars heading towards 109 Marco Street.
The deputy sat at the front of a black Dodge, driving was Port.
Port glanced at the deputy in the passenger seat, asked, "Deputy, got any plans?"
The deputy scoffed, "Don't be naive, do you think Gil Warren could still be at 109 Marco Street waiting for us to arrest him?
Our task is just surveillance, in case.
Know what 'in case' means?"
Port retorted, "Then where do you think Gil Warren's hiding now?"
The deputy shook his head, "I don't know either, maybe at an accomplice's, maybe hiding in a motel, waiting to fly out of L.A.
Or, maybe he didn't plan to fly out at all, just setting a trap for the police, diverting forces while secretly escaping by other means."
Port frowned slightly, "Should we warn the captain?"
"No need, Luke's sharp, surely he's thought of this.
But thought is thought; investigations still need doing." The deputy sighed, "Just like us now, knowing Gil Warren's unlikely at 109 Marco Street waiting, we still investigate.
It's like life; even knowing it's pointless, you still live by established ways."
Port said, "I think life has meaning."
The deputy glanced at him, "That's why you're just a detective."
Port paused, opened the window, looked back.
The deputy shouted, "Hey, kid, keep your eyes on the road, want to die?"
"Deputy, I think I saw Gil Warren's black Mercedes go by."
"You sure the plates match?"
"Yes."
The deputy pondered; here was near 109 Marco Street, the opposite lane going towards the airport, fitting the suspect vehicle situation, "What are you waiting for, turn around!"
"Yes, sir." Port chuckled, "So life does have meaning, right?"
Thinking he might catch the guy before Luke, the deputy smiled,
"Perhaps."