Los Angeles Detective

Fifty-year-old age, forty-year-old face, if it is properly maintained.

But now that the plastic surgery industry is well developed, many wealthy ladies have undergone minor plastic surgery, and this whole expression is unnatural.

Micro-expression analysis is also useless.

Unfavorable start made Luke a little depressed.

Many things are well thought out, but various problems will be encountered in doing them.

Besides, all the previous ones were just Luke's speculation. Since no problem was found, Luke was not too entangled in investigating other clues.

If there is evidence that Ruth Morgan is related to the oil painting robbery, Luke will conduct further investigations, such as investigating her financial situation, whether there is a large amount of money spent; secondly, arrange for people to follow.

But during this visit, no clues about Ruth Morgan's connection to the robbery were found, and it was difficult for Luke to investigate in depth without evidence.

This is not in compliance.

Luke also didn't want to offend a Morgan family for no reason.

Simply, Luke went to visit the next buyer, Albus Stone.

Albus Stone is a stock market tycoon, known as California Buffett, who has long held stocks in companies such as Disney, Apple, and Amazon.

This old man is eighty years old this year, and he lives in a villa in the suburbs. Of course, there are more than one house under his name, and Luke can only try his luck.

The yard is magnificent, although the area is not as large as the manor, but it is far larger than ordinary villas, Jackson rang the doorbell as usual, explained his purpose, and was ushered into the villa.

Flowers and plants are planted on the left side of the yard, and a faint fragrance of flowers can be smelled faintly. On the right side is an open-air swimming pool with a large area. There is a sunshade near the villa. There are tables, chairs, tea sets, and a hair The gray woman is drinking tea.

The servant led the two to the old woman, then bowed and left.

The old woman looked up at Luke and the two, "Albus Stone is my husband, what can you do with him?"

Jackson introduced, "Ms. Stone, I am Detective Jackson from the Robbery and Murder Division, and this is our Captain Li."

The old woman put down her teacup and said slowly, "This is the first time a police detective has visited our house.

Please sit down. "

Luke cut to the chase, "We're here to see Mr. Albus Stone."

Mrs. Stone asked back, "What do you want from him?"

"I heard that Mr. Albus Stone collected an oil painting by Ike Schaffer?"

"Yes, that oil painting is called "The Secret of the Louvre". He bought it a few years ago. Is there any problem?"

Luke repeated what he said to Ruth Morgan, but this time it was replaced by Eke Schaffer's work.

Mrs. Stone thought for a while, then shook her head, "I... can't remember clearly, the oil paintings were arranged by my husband himself."

"We are just worried that the gang of robbers will continue to commit crimes, and their target is likely to be the oil painting "Secrets of the Louvre". I want to talk to Mr. Stone in person to avoid accidents." Luke said sincerely.

Mrs. Stone squeezed the teacup with her hands, "Thank you for your kindness, my husband is recovering from illness, and it is inconvenient to see outsiders."

"We won't bother for long."

Mrs. Stone frowned, "Sorry, I don't want these things to affect him."

Luke didn't plan to leave without seeing the rightful owner, who knows if he is guilty, "Mrs. Stone, these robbers are very dangerous, and several police officers have been killed by them.

If they really set their sights on that oil painting in your house, both you and Mr. Stone will be in danger. "

Mrs. Stone's face changed slightly, "Can't you catch the robber?"

Luke said, "We have been working hard to investigate, and we also need the cooperation of Mr. Stone, so that we can investigate the case as soon as possible."

Mrs. Stone looked a little embarrassed, with a hint of sadness, she shook her head and said, "Sorry, it's really inconvenient for him to see guests.

I already know why you are here, and I will be careful. "

Mrs. Stone put on an attitude of seeing off the guests.

Luke used all the excuses he could, and said what he needed to say, but the other party refused on the grounds that Albus Stone was recuperating, and Luke couldn't force it.

However, as soon as I approached him, the other party fell ill. Isn't it a bit too coincidental?

Albus Stone is already eighty years old, and it is normal to have an illness, but it is not known whether it has reached the point where he cannot see guests.

Luke and Jackson got up and left.

At this moment, a servant ran out in a hurry, "Ma'am, go and have a look.

Mr. passed out again. "

Mrs. Stone's complexion changed drastically, the teacup in her hand fell to the ground, and she trotted into the room with her skirt in her hands, asking, "Has the doctor passed?"

"Yes, Dr. John has been resting next door and has already rushed to the ward."

Luke and Jackson glanced at each other and followed them to the villa.

The interior of the villa is very large. Everyone walked along the corridor to the innermost room, and there were bursts of shouts in the room.

"Patient passed out, breathing hard, arrhythmia, getting weaker, ready to use defibrillator..."

Mrs. Stone burst into the room, shouting, "Doctor John, what is the matter with my husband? You must revive him!"

A man in a white coat was pressing on the patient's chest and had no time to pay attention to him.

The female nurse next to him shouted, "The defibrillator is ready."

At this time, Luke also came to the door. There was a strong smell of medicine in the room. An old man wearing a ventilator was lying on the bed, the clothes on his chest were ripped off, and several people surrounded the hospital bed.

The doctor took an 'electric shock device' in each hand and pressed it to the old man's chest.

"boom!"

"Come again."

"boom!"

...

After several consecutive electric shocks, everyone held their breath.

The nurse yelled, "Mr. Stone has his heart beating!"

"Thank God!

Thank you for not taking him away. Mrs. Stone walked to the bed, tightly holding the old man's right hand.

Luke was also embarrassed to stay here and left the villa with Jackson.

Jackson sighed, "I originally thought he was pretending to be sick, and he was afraid to see us because of a guilty conscience, but I didn't expect..."

Luke also didn't expect Albus Stone's condition to be so critical.

On the way back, the atmosphere in the car was a little depressing.

The exploration on his side didn't yield much. Luke wanted to ask the deputy team if they found anything.

Luke called to inquire, but the deputy team might still be busy and didn't answer.

Luke hung up the phone, forget it, let's go back to the police station first.

The car stopped at the intersection of traffic lights, and suddenly, a black Mercedes-Benz flashed past at an extremely fast speed in front of it.

Then, several cars followed. There was no police logo on the body, but the lights were flashing and the sirens were honking.

Jackson raised his eyebrows, "Oh, it's so lively."

Luke didn't feel like following a car like the police. "Follow."

"Yes, sir." Jackson turned right at the traffic light, and turned right from the through lane without waiting for the traffic light.

Jackson drove very fast and caught up with the car in front of him with flashing lights and horns.

Luke took out the laptop in the car and checked the license plate number information through the police system.

...

Ahead, in a Ford SUV, Anthony, who was sitting in the co-pilot, put on his body armor and cursed, "Fuck, this bastard actually found out!

What are you idiots doing?

I really want to kick you back to training camp and play with those rookies. "Anthony scolded, while using the walkie-talkie to command, "Contact the nearby patrol officers and let them try to intercept them in front of the road. "

During the conversation, the Mercedes-Benz car at the front slammed the steering wheel, turned left and flicked, knocked down the fence and rushed into the opposite lane.

"fuck!

U-turn!

be safe. "Anthony complained that the tire breaker was useless.

Several cars with flashing lights followed suit.

Jackson saw the car in front of him making a sharp U-turn, and said with emotion, "It's quite vigorous!"

Luke grabbed the right armrest tightly, "There are people from the FBI following up ahead, don't worry."

People from the FBI are also investigating the oil painting robbery. With such a big fuss, they may be tracking the suspects in the case.

Luke followed to see who they were arresting, but he didn't think about taking credit, so he didn't need to take the risk to chase them quickly, as long as he followed steadily behind.

That Mercedes-Benz was driving very fast, where there were many cars, where it went, it had scratched several cars.

Then, the Mercedes-Benz turned right sharply and drove into an alley, which was so narrow that it could only accommodate one car.

A Mercedes-Benz was driving ahead, and several FBI cars also turned into the alley.

The FBI's tracking was fast, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer.

Suddenly, the Mercedes-Benz stopped abruptly.

"Bang!", the rear of the Mercedes-Benz hit the front of the FBI car.

The following cars also had different collisions.

The Mercedes-Benz stepped on the accelerator again and drove away quickly.

But the front of the first FBI car was hit badly, deformed, smoking, and the car couldn't start for a long time.

Although the following car was not seriously hit and could still drive normally, it was blocked by the first FBI car and could not catch up with the Mercedes-Benz.

"fuck!"

Then there was a burst of shouting and cursing.

On the walkie-talkie, Anthony also cursed, "I've had enough of you idiots, @#￥%..."

Several FBI cars had to back up to the alley. Although the speed was not slow, the timing of arrest had already been delayed.

Originally, Luke and Jackson belonged to the rear, but now they have become the leaders.

Luke was also a little confused, not knowing where that alley could lead to.

Jackson looked excited, "Captain, I know how to go. I have patrolled around here before." While speaking, he turned on the turn signal and drove into the right lane.

Because it became the leading car, Luke also turned on the police lights and whistle in order to avoid the congestion ahead.

After a few FBI cars backed out from the alley, they were a little dazed and didn't know where to chase them. When they heard the siren, they followed suit.

Jackson was familiar with the surrounding situation. The car drove very fast and passed another intersection. Sure enough, he saw the black Mercedes.

As soon as Jackson stepped on the accelerator, he accelerated and slammed directly into it.

"Bang!"

The Mercedes-Benz didn't seem to expect to be blocked, caught off guard, the car lost control, drifted out of the lane and hit the guardrail on the right.

Then, the door of the Mercedes-Benz cab opened, and a white man climbed out of the car, turned around and fled into the distance.

Giorgi, a suspect in the painting robbery.

Luke recognized each other immediately.

What a big fish.

Luke and Jackson also got out of the police car.

"lapd! Don't move!"

The white man didn't dare to look back, and ran even faster.

Luke and Jackson hurried to catch up.

At this time, the competition is physical strength and endurance. Luke and Jackson are both in good physical condition, and they have been chasing the escaped white man.

However, Giorgi also ran very fast, perhaps because he didn't want to be caught, which stimulated his physical potential.

One person ran in front, Luke and Jackson chased behind, and a group of FBI people followed from a distance, forming three distinct echelons.

Seeing that Georgi's speed did not slow down, Luke knew that the other party was desperate.

But Luke didn't want to go all out. His life was much more precious than the other party's. It was also the FBI's responsibility not to catch anyone. Luke didn't have much to lose, so why bother to go all out.

Thinking of this, Luke stopped and took out his pistol.

"Bang bang!"

Giorgi heard the gunshot, his legs gave way, he fell to the ground, and fell to the ground.

Jackson pounced on him, pinned him directly, and held his hands, "lapd, don't move!"

Giorgi's left face was pinned to the ground, and the right face showed a look of panic, and he muttered, "Don't shoot, I don't have a weapon!

Please, don't shoot. "

Jackson handcuffed Giorgi and searched him.

At this time, the FBI people also caught up, and Anthony said out of breath, "Why are you here?"

Luke smiled, "It's a good thing I'm here, otherwise, this guy would have escaped right under your nose."

Anthony's face was a little ugly, and he gave Giorgi a hard look.

Luke praised, "You guys did a good job and found Giorgi so quickly."

Anthony's face became even uglier. They did find Giorgi first, but they were caught by Luke instead.

However, they lost someone first, so it's not easy to accuse Luke of taking credit.

Damn it, it's these idiots who lost people!

@#￥%...

Anthony scolded his subordinates again in his heart.

Luke was also a little dumbfounded. He really didn't want to take credit this time, he could only say that things are impermanent.