Los Angeles Detective

  Chapter 409 Invitation

  Luke used a precision card and fired three shots in a row.

  The first shot hit the right wrist, the second shot scraped the left arm and hit the wall, and the third shot hit the left arm.

  Mamba's hands drooped, and the M4 in his hand fell to the ground.

  Luke glanced around, but didn't see other figures, then Luke stepped forward quickly and kicked away the M4 on the ground.

  Mamba's hands drooped, staring fiercely at Luke.

  Anthony also got up from the ground and rushed into the villa. Seeing the gunshot wound on Mamba's arm, he had a look of surprise on his face.

  Sudden shooting, even well-trained police officers and detectives will be confused.

  Luke was able to remain vigilant and counterattack while the shooter was changing magazines, which required great courage and mobility.

  If he was ten years younger, Anthony might have had this aggressiveness and courage, but now he can only follow behind Luke.

   If Luke's counterattack surprised him, then the gunshot wound on Mamba's arm made him admire.

  In that kind of crisis, most police officers and detectives would choose to punch the chest and empty the magazine, even he did the same.

   This method is the safest and safest.

  Because the opponent also has a gun, if you cannot kill or subdue the opponent immediately, then you may be the one who dies.

  It is more likely to hit the chest than the wrist or arm, and it is easier to shoot the enemy than subdue it.

  No matter from which angle you look at it, shooting to the chest is the first choice, and most police officers and detectives will also choose this method.

   Of course, this is not to say that hitting the arm is wrong.

   On the contrary, the professor was not caught, and the oil painting was not found. At this time, the Mamba died, and the clues were cut off.

   Therefore, it is best for Mamba to live, and it is also the best choice for her to lose her ability to shoot after being hit on the arm.

   But this optimal choice is too difficult, and the price of failure is to be counter-killed.

   Only when he is confident, Anthony will choose this optimal solution.

Anthony and Luke have known each other for a long time, and they cooperate and compete with each other. Based on his understanding of Luke, the other party is not a reckless person who likes to play a hero, otherwise he would not be promoted to robbery so quickly. The captain of the First Squadron of the Murder Division.

  So, there is only one result, Luke has full confidence in subduing Mamba.

   This is amazing.

  In all fairness, Anthony felt that he couldn’t do it, and even the best field workers rarely did it.

   These thoughts passed by in a flash, and now is not the time to be in a daze.

  Other police officers and detectives also rushed into the villa and arrested the injured Mamba.

  Luke continued to search the villa with several police officers. Although they came to arrest Mamba, who can guarantee that Mamba is the only one in the house.

"Safety!"

"Safety."

   "No suspicious persons found."

   After a search, no gunman was found, and everyone was relieved.

At this time, the police officers and detectives became more flexible, and they felt a little scared when they recalled the scene just now. Mamba was definitely a vicious woman. David Marko was shot twice in the chest, and two police officers held him down. His chest had stopped bleeding, and it was unknown if he could survive.

  Other police officers and detectives were also injured. Fortunately, everyone was wearing body armor and there were wooden walls blocking them, so the injuries were not serious.

   Even if this is the case, it also makes them lose face.

   Thinking of Luke subduing Mamba single-handedly, everyone looked at him with a little more awe. Everyone present had experienced real guns and live ammunition, and knew how critical the situation was at that time. It was not easy to kill the opponent, let alone subdue him.

   No wonder he was able to become the captain of the First Squadron of the Robbery and Murder Division at such a young age.

   is indeed a powerful character.

  Mamba was arrested, but Luke did not sit idle. Many police officers and detectives were injured at the scene and needed to be hospitalized.

  At the same time, the suspects Mamba and David Marko will be escorted to the hospital.

   "Captain, there is a discovery here." Jenny waved at Luke.

  Anthony heard the greeting, but went over ahead of Luke, "What did you find?"

Jenny rolled her eyes, led the two of them into the cloakroom, and opened the innermost cabinet. Instead of clothes, there were a lot of weapons in it, including pistols, rifles, shotguns, sniper rifles, grenades, daggers, body armor, etc. , all kinds of firearms are available.

  Anthony praised, "It's so beautiful."

   "That's right." Luke picked up a shotgun and tried it out. "Fortunately, that woman wasn't prepared enough, otherwise the police would have suffered even more casualties."

  Anthony picked up a dagger and gestured a few times, "I've always wanted to install a similar arsenal at home."

  Luke looked at the crow's feet in the corner of each other's eyes, "I thought you had it a long time ago."

  Anthony said, "I'm too busy, and this idea has been in the stage of thinking."

  Luke smiled. He also had a similar plan, but the rented house is not easy to make major changes. When he buys his own house, he will definitely build a gun store.

  …

  The next morning.

  In Ward 408, Queen Mary Hospital.

   Mamba was lying on the bed, his feet were handcuffed to the railing of the hospital bed.

   "Crackling..." Luke pushed the door open and walked in.

   Mamba turned his head and looked over, his originally loose gaze became sharp.

   Luke greeted, "Hi, I heard your surgery went well, how are you feeling now?"

   "Not very good." Mamba tried to raise his arm and snorted, "However, your marksmanship is not bad."

   "Not bad, a little better than you." Lu pulled a chair and sat down.

   Mamba curled his lips, "If I wasn't changing clips, you would be the one who died."

   "If you didn't change the magazine, I wouldn't rush in, let alone hit your arm."

   "Then I want to thank you for your grace of not killing."

   "Just answer my questions well."

  The black woman Mamba laughed, "You are easy to satisfy."

  Luke spread his hands, "You're not my type."

   "That's why you can shoot so accurately?"

  Luke smiled and glanced at his watch, "The doctor has limited visiting hours, we have to talk about business.

May I have your name? "

   "Arnia Osei."

  Luke said, "In the early morning of December 30th, were you involved in the Getty Museum oil painting robbery?"

  Arnia Osei was silent.

   "The famous 'black' Mamba dares to fight the police, but dare not tell the truth?"

   "Is this the aggressive method?"

   "I'm just stating the facts. The other gangs involved in the oil painting robbery have all been arrested. Even if you don't admit it, they will still identify you.

  I don't think you need to cover up. "

  Ania Osei took a deep breath, "Yes, I participated in the oil painting robbery."

   "Where is the painting?"

   "I don't know, oil painting is handled by the professor."

   "How did you deal with it?"

   "Sold, I split $600,000."

   "Does that include the cost of the killing of Jens Jauregui Patrolman?"

  Ania Osei pursed his thick lips, "Yes, I also killed Jens Jauregui."

   "Why kill him?"

   "It's an order from the professor."

   "Jens Jauregui was shot twice, and you fired four shots at the scene. Your marksmanship is really bad."

  Ania Osei laughed, "I did it on purpose.

  The first two shots killed Jens Jauregui, and the remaining two shots were deliberately missed.

   Did you think the shooter was a rookie? "

  Luke nodded, "Where's the murder weapon?"

   "In my armory, it's a silver pistol. It's beautiful and custom made. I like it very much."

   "The police found one of your strongholds in the Dalman community. There was an explosion while searching the house. Was it you who installed the bomb?"

   "No, not me."

"Who is that?"

"I have no idea."

   "Lying is not a good habit."

  Ania Osei smiled, "It's the professor."

   "You're not good at lying."

   "OK, I installed it."

   "Why do you do that?"

   "Professor's order."

   "Where's the professor?"

"I really do not know."

   "If I knew where he was, he wouldn't be a real professor."

   "Do you have a clue about the painting?"

"No."

   "How long did you get the money after you robbed the painting?"

   "January 1, morning."

   "Is it all cash?"

"Yes."

  Although Arnia Osei could not provide clues about the oil painting, the time when they got the money can be regarded as a clue.

  The oil painting was robbed in the early morning of December 30, and it was exchanged for money only one day later. This speed is too fast, which shows that the professor has found a buyer in advance, which is consistent with his previous guess.

  Ania Osei asked, "How is David Marko?"

   "He was rescued, and his life is no longer in danger."

  Ania Osei smiled, with a gloomy expression, "What a lucky bastard."

  David Marko is considered lucky. Luke doesn't know, but the nickname 'Black' Mamba is not for nothing, it is indeed cruel enough.

   After finishing the notes, Luke returned to the police station and went directly to the chief's office to report the situation.

   After identification by the technical team, the silver pistol found in Arnia Osei's armory was the murder weapon that killed Jens Jauregui and Kiru Jones.

  The murderer and the murder weapon of the Highway 1 dumping case and the police shooting case have been found, and the case can enter the closing stage.

  However, the current oil painting robbery, the principal culprit, Professor, is missing and is at large.

  Ten stolen oil paintings are also missing.

   In response to these two situations, Luke held a case summary meeting after returning to the office.

First, he collected all the clues about the professor. It is known that the professor is a white man with a medium build, blond hair, blue eyes, wearing a black-rimmed glasses, and a bushy beard. He has some problems with his right leg and walks a little bit. lame.

  Luke also made criminal investigation sketches for several gangs, and had a basic understanding of the professor's image, so that he would not pass by each other.

  Luke asked the deputy team about two other suspected oil painting 'buyers', and the deputy team didn't find any major problems.

  For a while, the clues to the professor and the oil painting were cut off.

  …

night.

  Luke returned home and took a hot bath, and didn't think about the case of the oil painting being robbed.

   During this period of time, he has been staring at the case, with little time to rest.

  Although the case has not been fully solved, Reid and the police leaders are very satisfied with the progress of the case.

  Luke can also take a breath and let himself relax.

   Soak in a hot bath and drink red wine to let your brain relax.

  He always felt that he seemed to have missed some clues...

   Stop.

  I can't think about the case anymore.

  Luke brought his thoughts back, opened the mobile phone software, and prepared to read a novel.

  He likes to read novels, but his taste is rather tricky, and he only reads high-quality goods.

   It is a very enjoyable and exciting thing to be able to find your favorite book among thousands of libraries.

   But at the same time, it is also distressing, because once he finds a novel he likes, he will be addicted to it, and even read it all night.

   You will definitely feel sleepy and uncomfortable the next day.

  Happy and painful.

"Jingle Bell…"

  Luke's cell phone rang, and the number displayed on the screen was his father Li Zhaofeng.

   "Hello, Dad."

   "Luke, are you off work?

   I heard from Jack that you are very busy recently? "

   "Indeed, there are two or three cases backlogged in my hand, and it is almost done today. I am at home now, is there anything wrong?"

   "The Chinese New Year is coming soon, can you take a vacation?

  I want to invite you and Jack to New York for the New Year. "

  Luke calculated, "I should be fine, I can ask for leave."

   "How about booking your plane tickets for January 19?"

"OK."

   "Your grandpa and grandma will be very happy to know."

   "I'm also looking forward to seeing you soon."

   "OK, you should go to bed earlier."

"Good night."

  Luke hung up the phone, sighed softly, although he was a close relative, he hadn't seen him for a long time, and muttered, "New York."

  Before that, get the case settled.

  …

   Black Gil Bar.

  The lights in the bar are bright, some people are drinking, some are chatting, and some are twisting on the dance floor. Everyone looks very happy.

  At a small round table in the corner, sat a man and a woman.

  The man is a white man with a height of about 180, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses and no beard.

  The woman is a black man with a ponytail, average appearance, and a hot figure.

   The two were drinking and talking in low voices.

   Not far away, a black man walked over unsteadily, holding a wine glass in his hand, looking like he had drunk too much.

  The black man sat next to the black woman with ponytail, looked at her hot body, "Hey, your eyes are very similar to my first love, can I buy you a drink?"

  The black ponytail woman glanced at her, "Do I know you?"

   "I didn't know each other before, but now I can. Let me introduce, my name is Marcus."

  A look of dissatisfaction flashed in the eyes of the white man on the side, "Hey, she has a partner, let's change her position."

   "Fuck!

  Who made you white **** talk.

  I was asking her, not you. "

  The white man stared at Marcus with a cold gaze.

   "I can handle it." The ponytailed woman waved her hand, signaling the white man to be calm, and looked at Marcus aside, "You want to pick me up?"

   "Hey, is it that obvious?"

   "Not only is it obvious, but it's also very old-fashioned and very good." The ponytailed woman took a sip of her wine and licked her thick lips. "Let's be honest, I'm not interested in you."

   "Oh, you are also very direct."

   "Since we have made it clear, can it not affect my drinking?"

  Marcus didn't want to give up, "Hey, why not try again, maybe it's better than you think."

   "How do you want to try? Are you here? Can you wake up?" The ponytailed woman was provocative.

   "Haha, I like your character. I am very good at divination. My mother said that I have Gilsay blood. I can help you with divination to see if we are suitable."

  The woman with the ponytail straightened out her plump breasts, "OK, then you can do a fortune-telling for me, and if your fortune-telling is accurate, I'll buy you a drink.

   If not, please leave.

How about it? "

   "Deal." Marcus agreed with a smile.

   "How do you want to do divination?"

   "Give me your hand?"

  The woman with ponytail showed a puzzled look, "Are you sure you are looking at the hand, not the Tarot?"

  The white man on the side laughed, "He just wants to touch your hand, it's too old-fashioned.

  I haven’t used this routine since I was in high school. "

   "Shut up, you **** white guy." Marcus said with a grim expression, and said harsh words.

   "Then let's do the divination quickly." The ponytailed woman interrupted the two of them and put her hands on the table.

  Marcus took a look, "You should be a policeman."

   "Police?" The ponytailed woman smiled, looking at the calluses on her hands from practicing marksmanship, "Then which department do you think I belong to?"

  Marcus pretended to think, "Murder Division."

  The faces of the ponytailed woman and her white companions changed.

   Seeing the expressions of the two, Marcus became very playful. These two were the fake police detectives he had been looking for.

  He said to the white man beside him, "Do you want me to do a fortune telling for you?"

  The white man's smile was a bit forced, "OK, let's try."

   "You are also from the Robbery and Murder Department." Marcus pointed to the white man, then to the ponytailed woman, "You two are partners."

  The white man touched his waist with his right hand in a tentative tone, "Continue talking."

  Marcus waved his hand and warned, "Hey, Detective Jada Landis, don't move around, put your hands on the table, or you will die."

  The faces of the white man and the ponytailed woman became very ugly.

  The woman with ponytail was sweating profusely, fidgeting, but she didn't dare to move. She felt that there was someone approaching around her, and there was more than one person, who was not kind.

"Who are you?"

   "Robbery and Murder Division, Captain Marcus."

   It's the end of the month, everyone who has a monthly pass, don't keep it.

   Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a monthly pass!

  (end of this chapter)