Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

The police separated members of the Denara family for interrogation.

Their statements were largely consistent, indicating that Bobby Denara instructed them to silence Scarface, and if Carlo Rose were there, to kill him too.

The police also extracted Bobby Denara's hiding place from them.

Luke and David pondered for a moment, thinking that after this failed assassination attempt, Bobby Denara might get wind and flee to Mexico, so they decided to capture him overnight.

...

Midnight.

Los Angeles suburbs, Hawthorn Manor.

Luke stood on a distant high ground, looking towards the nearby manor with binoculars.

While it was already midnight, the manor was brightly lit, with people moving in and out of the house, seemingly loading things onto cars.

David leaned over and said, "Looks like we guessed right, the Denara family's people are planning to run.

If we wait until tomorrow morning, we probably won't catch even a trace of them."

Luke yawned and said, "There should be no less than ten people inside the manor."

David waved away the surrounding mosquitoes, "The SWAT team has arrived, we have nearly forty people here, none of them will get away."

Luke asked, "What's your plan?"

David said in a deep voice, "Before they realize, we directly attack the manor. We have more people and stronger firepower; one round of attack can cripple them."

Luke pondered for a moment, saying, "A surprise attack while they're unprepared could indeed take down most suspects, but some might hide inside the manor's house.

We're not familiar with the inside; don't know if there are shelters, an assault fight might disadvantage us, potentially resulting in officer casualties."

David shrugged, "What's your idea?"

"Aren't they planning to run?

Then we wait for them to leave the manor and intercept them halfway.

At that time, without cover, they'll only have one option: to surrender."

David nodded, "Okay, you're the boss."

...

Inside Hawthorn Manor.

A cigar-chomping Mexican man walked out of the villa, shouting to the subordinates who were busy loading, "Move faster, whoever dawdles stays behind to stand guard."

This man was Bobby Denara whom Luke and others were after.

A long-haired Mexican man walked over, "Boss, most of the stuff is loaded, your car is ready too."

"How many cars in total?"

"Five cars." The long-haired man gestured, "Boss, your car is over here."

As he spoke, the long-haired man led Bobby Denara to a black Maybach, attentively opening the door.

Bobby Denara hesitated, exhaled a smoke ring, "You ride this car."

After that, Bobby Denara turned and left. The long-haired man was stunned and watched in surprise as Bobby Denara got into the second-last pickup truck of the convoy.

Bobby Denara leaned out from the truck window, pointed at a big guy and said, "You, come sit with me."

A few minutes later, the manor gates opened, and five vehicles drove out from the manor.

The first was a Dodge Charger, the second a Mercedes Maybach, the third a Cadillac, and the fourth and fifth were pickups.

It was now late at night.

The five cars traveled along the road, flanked by dense woods, with only the sound of the vehicles breaking the silence.

Bobby Denara sat in the back of the pickup truck, quietly loosening a breath, though a bit depressed; he managed to escape, but his plan to return to Los Angeles was prematurely cut.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curse, "A bunch of useless fools, can't even handle such a small matter.

Might as well keep some dogs."

Suddenly, the car stopped.

Bobby Denara lurched forward, almost hitting the front seat, "Idiot, how the hell are you driving?"

"Boss, the car in front suddenly stopped."

Sizz..." Bobby Denara's walkie-talkie crackled.

"Boss, the police have set up a roadblock ahead, telling us to get out and check." Came a voice from the walkie-talkie.

Bobby Denara was shocked, eyebrows raised, "Ram through the roadblock, if they try to stop us, shoot them."

"Boss, the roadblock is too tight, we can't possibly crash through..." The voice hadn't finished when a loudspeaker blared outside the car.

"This is the Los Angeles Police, everyone listen, get out of the cars and submit to inspection immediately.

"I'll say it again, everyone put down your weapons, open your doors, and get out for inspection!"

"Fuck! Damn cops." Bobby Denara punched the front seat hard.

"Boss, what do we do now?"

Bobby Denara glanced outside, seeing only the pitch-dark woods, people invisible, how to fight?

"Reverse, reverse immediately!"

Then, on Bobby Denara's orders, the convoy began to back up, preparing to retreat from the rear.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, an abrupt gunshot shattered the woodland silence.

Bobby Denara was startled and quickly asked, "Who fired the shots, was it our people? Or the police?"

However, before there could be a response.

"Da-da..."

A burst of intense gunfire erupted outside the car.

It was like a torrential downpour pelting Bobby Denara's convoy.

Immediately, screams rang out.

The entire forest echoed only with gunfire and screams, relentless.

Minutes later, Luke's voice came through the loudspeaker, "Everyone cease fire!

Cease fire!"

As soon as his words fell, the gunfire stopped, and the five cars on the road were riddled with bullets like sieves.

Black let out a long breath, excitedly said, "Whew, it's been a long time since I've had such a great shootout."

Jenny shrugged, "You guys feel great, but the forensic and investigations team will have a tough time now."

Luke walked out from the forest, the originally smooth roadside was now pitted, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and a faint scent of blood.

The closer he got to the cars, the stronger the scent of blood became.

Luke shouted, "Search the cars, see if there are any survivors."

Luke walked straight to the Maybach beside him, opened the car door, and was hit by a strong stench of blood. Inside, three bodies had been pierced by bullets, dead beyond any doubt.

Luke looked at the man in the backseat, slightly frowned, although the man's face and head were wounded by gunshots, making his appearance unclear, Luke could still tell that the man was not Bobby Denara.

"Captain, there's a survivor here." Came a shout from the end of the convoy.

Luke turned to look, it was the fourth pickup truck in the convoy.

He approached the pickup truck, seeing the two in the front row dead.

There were two men in the back row, one being a stocky man pressed upon the other man, taking most of the bullets, allowing the man underneath to narrowly survive, though even then, the man was gravely wounded.

Luke smiled, the surviving man was Bobby Denara, "Buddy, lucky you, huh?"

Bobby Denara spat blood foam, struggling to speak, "Fuck! You hypocritical, despicable bastards never gave us any chance to surrender."

"Despicable?

You used a mole to lure Jones out and killed him, blaming the Viper Gang, aren't you despicable?"

Bobby Denara angrily retorted, "Jones, the mole, and the Viper Gang deserved to die, I was avenging the Denara family's dead."

"Since you dared, you must bear the consequences.

From now on, the Denara family's power will never appear in Los Angeles again." Luke said, turning to leave.

Bobby Denara cursed furiously, "Bastards, I'm hurt, stop the bleeding for me...

Fuck, you bastards, can't you see I'm dying?"

Luke ignored him, why stop his bleeding and save him? So he could seek revenge?

Don't be foolish.

No one here hoped he would leave alive.

Black came over, saying, "Captain, we found a large amount of drugs and cash in these cars."

Luke smiled, "Looks like the bonus for this month is secured."

This operation was neat and tidy, but the scene was difficult to clean up. Luke ordered the roads on both sides to be sealed off, the forensic and tech teams rushed to the scene, aiming to restore traffic before dawn.

David approached with two cups of coffee, handing one to Luke, "Take a break."

Luke took the coffee, sipped it, asked, "How do you feel?"

"Much better, after Jones was killed, the anti-black and anti-drug division was holding back its anger, now finally relieved." David lifted his coffee cup to clink with Luke's, "Thanks, buddy, couldn't have done it without you this smoothly."

Luke said, "No need to thank me, you should take credit for catching Jones' killer."

David shrugged, "Don't joke, if it were up to me, I would've gone straight to raid the Viper Gang...

The situation could've turned out completely different."

"Don't dwell on those details, at least this time we avenged Jones, and you deserve the credit.

Not only do I say so, but everyone in the squad thinks the same."

David hesitated a moment, "You mean..."

Luke smiled, "That's right, I talked to them before, we're family.

Even if you're transferred to the anti-black and anti-drug division, this remains unchanged.

However, as compensation, you must treat everyone to drinks."

David was touched, his eyes reddened, "Thanks everyone for me.

No, I'll thank them myself.

This means a lot to me." David hugged Luke, "I'm most grateful to you, my partner."

The difference between deputy chief and chief seems small, but many can never cross this threshold in a lifetime.

"Don't be sappy, when you become chief, don't forget to treat." Luke has solved many big cases, he doesn't lack credit, but David's situation was different.

With Jones murdered, there's a vacancy for chief, and David as deputy has a chance to be promoted.

Catching Jones' killer provides an opportunity, and since Luke led the case, willing to credit David, it greatly increases his chance for promotion.