Los Angeles Detective

Redo community.

After eight o'clock in the evening.

It was getting dark.

A white man wearing a baseball cap pulls out his trouser pocket with his right hand, holds a bottle of beer in his left hand, and takes two steps to take a sip of wine.

His eyes were a little empty, and his expression was a little dull.

"Pfft..."

Feeling something stepped on under his feet, he looked down.

It was a puddle of shit, still steaming faintly, and it splashed everywhere when I stepped on it.

"Fuck!" The man's face twisted a little, and his dull expression turned into anger.

He looked up and looked around, and saw a woman leading a white long-haired dog not far away.

He vaguely remembered that the woman and the dog stayed here just now, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time, now thinking about it, the dog should be shitting.

"Fuck! Even a stinky dog ​​is going to bully me." The white man trembled angrily, and took off his shoes directly. He felt sick to death.

"Hey, stop!" He ran after him in his socks.

The Asian woman with the dog turned her head, "Who are you calling?"

"You" the white man pointed at the Asian woman angrily with his left hand.

"What's up?"

"Did your dog just take a shit?"

It was getting dark, and the dog owner didn't notice the abnormality of the man for the first time, "What does my baby's pooping have anything to do with you. Take care of the world, and don't care about my baby's pooping and farting."

"I don't care, but the dog pooped. As the owner, you should clean it up in time instead of just walking away. This is wrong."

At this time, the dog owner saw that the white man was only wearing socks, and some was splashed on his trouser legs, and there was a faint smell, "Hey, tell me... If you don't walk on such a wide road, you have to go to shit If you step on it, who can you blame?"

"I don't object to you keeping a dog. That's your freedom and your right. However, your dog can't shit on the road. It's very uncivilized."

The dog owner retorted, "People can bear it, but I can't control the dog shitting.

Or how much you say, I will compensate you. "

"It's not about money. Your dog shit, you should clean it up. This is the basic morality of being a human being, not just walking away. You will cause a lot of trouble to people. Understand?"

"Okay, you big man, don't worry about dogs, I'll give you twenty dollars, you go to the dry cleaner to wash it, it's like new."

"What? Do you think this kind of insult can be solved with twenty yuan? I'm short of twenty yuan?"

"After all, you just want to extort money. Let me tell you, it's impossible. It's only twenty yuan. Do you want it or not?"

"I'm not talking about money, I'm talking about reasoning with you, only by raising dogs in a civilized way can we avoid similar things from happening.

You should humbly admit your mistakes and make corrections thoroughly, instead of trying to shirk responsibility with twenty dollars. "

"Woof..." The white long-haired dog barked at the man.

"Look, the dog has a problem with you, take the money and go, or I won't be able to stop it from biting you later." The dog owner handed over twenty yuan, and saw that the white man refused to accept it. , and threw it directly to the ground.

The woman turned and left. Most of the people living in this neighborhood are Asians, and she is not afraid of white people. Besides, the big baby is by her side, which can give her a sense of security.

He still couldn't help cursing, "Another stinky bastard who has trouble with dogs every day, nagging, nagging, my old lady is on a leash, what else is she trying to do.

Stepping on dog shit blindly and blaming others.

shameless. "

The white man looked down at the twenty dollars, then at the back of the woman and the dog, with a trace of indifference in his eyes, "It is because of you guys that Los Angeles has become like this...

You are all responsible! "

...

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

...

Luke fired seventeen rounds into the target.

The magazine is emptied directly, cool!

Luke took off his orange earmuffs and checked the pistol and magazine.

The target moved over.

At a distance of ten meters, they basically hit the target, which looked densely packed.

Every shot will produce a huge recoil, continuous shooting is very difficult, and it takes a long time to get used to it.

David came over and jokingly said, "Your target is terrible, but it's not as good as the last time you shot it in the garage."

Luke started to reload, "I'm a combat guy."

"Then you should go to the field to practice moving targets. The enemy will not stand still for you to hit. In actual combat, this kind of fixed target practice is not very meaningful." David curled his lips, quite disdainful.

"Then you don't go home after get off work, and often come here to practice."

"I'm just killing time."

"It's really boring to pass the time in this way."

David pointed to the shooting platform on the easternmost side, where Raymond was standing alone practicing shooting.

Luke shook his head. "Poor married man."

David loaded the magazine, "Do you want to compete?"

"How to compare? Compared to what?"

"Standing shooting and high kneeling shooting, only the ten rings that hit the heart are counted, and the losers go to the bar for a treat. How about it?"

"Then compare."

"boom……"

In order to enhance his actual combat ability, Luke has consciously trained his marksmanship.

Officially took the first step today.

In the end, it was not very ideal, and David won.

Luke wants a drink.

It doesn't matter, just for fun, he is not short of money.

After practicing the gun, Luke wanted to invite Raymond to go with him, but was declined by the other party.

Luke and David went to a nearby bar for a few drinks.

Talk about cars, talk about women, time will pass quickly.

...

After ten o'clock in the evening.

Luke returns to the Redo community on a Harley.

With the lessons learned from last time, Luke lowered his speed when he entered the community road.

It was this foresighted move that allowed him to avoid a small traffic accident.

A guy with no quality actually lost a shoe on the road.

What an idiot.

After driving a little further, a white shadow appeared from the green belt ahead.

After a closer look, it was the white-haired dog from last time.

The guy stalks the fucking road again, and Luke brakes.

"Fuck!" It's really indefatigable.

Luke went over to check, but this time the dog was a little different. It looked limp, and the white hair was even stained red.

what's the situation?

"Ahhhhh..." The long-haired white dog let out a wailing sound, exhaling more air than inhaling, and seemed to be dying.

Out of professional instinct, Luke felt that something was wrong, took out his pistol, stepped forward to check, and found a wound on the dog, like a wound from a gunshot.

Blood oozes from the wound.

Luke looked in the direction where the long-haired white dog was running, and found that the green belt was also bloody. The dog must have been injured for a while.

Soon, Luke realized the seriousness of the problem.

Luke has met the owner of this dog, and he is very protective.

Gouzi was shot. It stands to reason that the woman would be very distressed. It is impossible to let the dog stay outside to fend for itself.

Another point is that the gunshots were loud. It stands to reason that a shooting in the community cannot be so peaceful.

Luke guessed that the other party used a silencer when they fired.

Very familiar method.

Is it the murderer?

How come you just happened to be in the neighborhood where you live?

Another adventure card?

wrong.

According to Luke's analysis, the suspect was probably Benjamin Nassi.

The other party has always felt that immigrants have robbed him of his job and is hostile to immigrants.

This is an Asian community and the dog owner is unreasonable.

If the owner of the dog and Benjamin Nash had a conflict, it would certainly be a disaster.

It can only be said that it is reasonable and unexpected.

Luke knew which house the woman lived in, and after calling Susan to report, he decided to go to the house to check the situation first.

Although the woman is uncivilized, she is not guilty of death.

As a policeman, I can't ignore death.

Luke walked lightly to the house, the door was closed, and there was nothing unusual from the outside.

Luke didn't force his way in either, and walked lightly to the window, ready to check the situation in the house first.

The room was dark with no lights on.

Luke squinted his eyes, adapted to the light, and looked carefully at the situation in the room through the moonlight.

A figure was found against the wall, it was a woman with a pale complexion, her eyes were wide open and she was staring at the window...