Super Detective in the Fictional World

The faces are full of flesh, rude, swearing, and the mouth is flying, and the hands are the close-ups of the bear parents.

Luke and the senior sheriff said two words, and two men stared fiercely: "What are you doing? Are they reporters?"

Luke smiled and pulled out the police badge: "I'm responsible for the safety of this campsite. Do I need to drive you to the highway to stand?"

The two men were silent.

They temporarily stayed here, beside the gate of the campsite, just under Luke's jurisdiction.

The senior sheriff gave Luke a "good job" look before walking over to arrange a waiting schedule.

Otherwise, this group of people went up and disappeared two more, and then they had to find someone to search the mountain.

They didn't send someone to search the mountains to find the bear children, because the FBI's notification document has been down.

The six bear children are definitely dead. Of course, the sheriff will not do nothing, but the parents of these bears did not give up.

Luke shook his head as he watched the people there.

I'm so worried about my child, why did you go there early? Being able to let them go up the hill to plant weeds to kill people is not something that can be explained by the carelessness of a day or two.

In his keen sense of smell, these people had a familiar smell on them.

Weed! Still processed weeds.

The richness of the odor proves that these people are not occasionally infected with this odor.

Luke narrowed his eyes, thinking of the last question about the bear child who was shot, and he seemed to say "this is our job."

At that time, he thought it was the division of labor of this group of children, but now it may not seem so.

With a sneer in his heart, Luke walked back to the campsite, not intending to watch these people's poor performances.

Looking for children? Afraid not to check the weed plantation!

Just after he went back, several more cars drove in the distance, a black SUV in the water.

A few minutes later, several SUVs stopped at the campsite door, and the bearded Nick Dalala got out of the car.

Looking at the middle school students inside, he muttered a **** word in the mouth, but he obediently threw away the smoke in his hand and walked into the camp.

After a while, Bearded Nick looked at Luke who was drinking tea and sun by the lake, a faint humor appeared in his heart.

In the middle of the night he informed Luke that it was Luca Barton who wanted to use his pot to kill the police. He did not forget it.

Second, it was to return the favor of Luke to help the robbers.

The bearded Nick is not very clean in his way of doing things, but he is very particular about this. He owes Luke's affection and he is always uncomfortable.

Mainly, Luke's temperament was too clean, and it seemed to be another policeman.

Even though the two were not hostile, he subconsciously didn't want to owe Luke anything.

This mentality is similar to the bad students in the school who don't want to owe good students.

As a result, shortly after that night, the FBI sent a notice.

All six county police officers, including Luca Barton, were killed by an unknown killer, Wade Davis died, and six children who boarded the camp died.

Then ... Luke fart didn't matter.

Bearded Nick wasn't a good boy. He threatened the hotel owner before he came.

The owner of the hotel confessed everything without hesitation. He didn't want to ignore any contradiction between the county police and the young man. He just wanted to be a little ordinary man with peace of mind.

Bearded Nick, after listening to the owner's narrative, drove a long time in silence.

That's how Luca Barton planted. There was no room to turn around. ——Dead man, of course, there is no way to stand up.

The department that came out to close the case was actually the FBI.

This gave the bearded Nick a new perspective on Luke, and it was for this reason that he decided to meet Luke.

Don't be **** friends, don't be enemies.

Fortunately, his phone call was not wasted before.

Luke lowered the tea cup in his hand, looked at Nick Beard, and stood up with a smile: "Let's go, there are too many students here."

The two walked around the lake and talked for a few minutes.

Nick came over, met Luke, and asked about Luka Button by the way.

Of course, Luke said he didn't know the case, but his expression made Beard Nick aware.

Even if Luke is a lucky dog, but can kill six of Luka Barton together, Nick has no luck at all.

After talking about the matter, Luke sent Bearded Nick to the gate of the camp. Bearded Nick hesitated and said suddenly, "I will have something in Los Angeles County in the future. You can find me."

This is an obvious association signal.

What surprised Nick was that Luke nodded with a smile: "Okay, I just have something to ask you."

The two stood near the door, and a group of bear parents not far away had just ended their quarrel and finally decided to hit the road.

Luke said a few words, and they both cast their eyes on the car where the parents of the bears went.

Within two minutes, the bearded Nick waved goodbye, trot to the car, opened the door and got on the car, his mouth had commanded: "Leave, there is life. Keep up with the group of people who just left."

He talked in his mouth, but turned his attention to Luke, who was still patrolling in the campsite, and whispered, "Shxt! Labour and capital have gone away, this guy is a smiling tiger."

The men on the side listened to ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and couldn't help but ask: "Luca Button?"

Bearded Nick's face changed: "What the FBI says, what is it, or you want to help them get revenge?"

The men laughed twice, and stopped talking.

The meaning of this statement is obvious, that is, don't mess with this young man, or the next FBI announcement may be his own death.

The county police here received a report that the death toll in the case was as high as fourteen (the shop owner Stephen was also confirmed to have been killed), including the six county police, but there were no reports from the media, and no one at the county police level was heard.

The bearded Nicks were sent to handle errands because they were used to rubbing their butts.

Their patrons have made it clear that they should just come around in a circle, and never investigate the case seriously.

"Asshole, why don't you drive? Why don't you want to find your big-ass brunette X at night?" Nick spit out the window and scolded his men while lighting a cigarette.

He smiled and started the car: "Boss, aren't we going to pretend?"

Bearded Nick slaps his hands in the back of his head, "driving."

After screaming, he lowered his voice: "Someone gave me the exact information. The gang planted weeds on the mountain privately just now, and it has been sold for a long time."

He immediately sighed with joy, "Let's go and cook for them?"

Nick hummed, but still said, "Do n’t keep your hands too dark, I promised people to put these guys in jail for a few years."

He laughed, "Here, we will not move those planted. But others ..."

Nick thought about it and nodded: "Others just do it casually. These guys have been selling weeds for so long, there must be a lot of black cash in their hands, this is the point."