Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke waved his hand: "No. Anyway, I only target those gangs, what the mercenary wants or does, it doesn't matter to me."

Elsa thought for a moment before she nodded: "You know what is good, don't get involved in anything."

Luke smiled and nodded.

The next Selina went to cover with the cake, and finally did not reveal her weird expression.

Scale? Get involved?

Someone's attitude is really different and there is no need to intervene anymore.

Having said this, Luke got up and called Selina out.

At this time, he saw the door of Dustin's office open opposite.

Martin and Roger came out.

Martin's face was calm, much better than the gloom he had before.

Maybe, seeing the big enemy who killed his wife and son dead in front of his eyes, even if he didn't do it by himself, he also had a long-lost peace.

The dead will pass, and the living will continue, this is life.

Roger's face was darker, not just his skin color, but the condition of bad luck.

Luke turned his head and asked, "Boss, what happened to Martin and Roger?"

Elsa looked at the two diagonally opposite, and sighed: "They ... caused some trouble in Mexico. This time I was afraid of being annoyed by the Ministry of the Interior. Dustin was having a headache for their affairs. Then. "

Luke's eyes rolled around. "Dustin can't help it?"

Elsa smiled bitterly: "Things aren't small, the boss may not work."

This is already a very euphemism.

In fact, Dustin was almost helpless.

What Martin and Roger provoked were not purely domestic issues.

The two guys fought in Mexico and reportedly killed more than three figures in the Dito Group.

The news came that Dustin's head was going to blow up.

Who would have thought that Roger and Martin would be able to do such a shocking "big event" when they passed by.

Now the Mexican police have requested that the two be taken over to "assistance an investigation."

The West Police Department hasn't let up.

If the Mexican police really find any proof, Roger and Martin would not be sent to Mexico, but their work would definitely not be guaranteed.

Luke didn't ask much, and took Selena.

After driving out, he called: "Palmer, are you free? I want to ask you something. It's more important."

An hour later, three people sat in a corner of a fast food restaurant not far from the DEA.

Agent Palmer took a sip of juice and went straight to the subject: "What's the matter?"

She knew Luke's habit, and she would never find her without serious business.

Luke: "Did you hear about Martin and Roger?"

Palmer silently nodded, "I heard."

Luke: "I don't know their situation well, so I want to ask you, what could be their worst this time?"

Palmer sighed: "Let's lose your job. This is still a good thing for your Western Police Station. They didn't let them memorize this."

Luke chuckled: "If, I mean, if you, DEA, come forward?"

Palmer frowned, and sighed: "I tried it, but Martin and Roger didn't work with us on the case, the board ... the opposition was too big."

Luke looked at Palmer's expression, knowing she had worked hard, but didn't seem to work.

He smiled: "What if it was a deal?"

Palmer moved.

If Luke had the deepest impression on her, it must be human.

The couple's several cooperations were either she owed affection or she reverted.

Now is the deal again?

She said calmly, "How do you say?"

Luke: "A profile of the business of Dito Flores."

Palmer groaned for a moment and shook his head: "If it's general information, I'm afraid it's not enough. I'm afraid you don't know how much Martin and Roger did in Mexico this time."

Selena had bowed her head with interest, took a bite of the donut into her mouth, and let it support her cheeks.

Luke chuckled: "What if this information is something like Dito's internal ledger?"

Palmer stared at him: "Where do you ..."

Having said that, she stopped immediately.

Asking people about intelligence sources is a taboo.

In particular, the intelligence that has been attached to the traffickers' gangs can cause the entire family of informants to die.

Luke: "I can give you something first. I have only one request."

Palmer: "Say."

Luke: "If this thing has enough value, you try to talk to you and keep the work of Martin and Roger."

Palmer hesitated.

Luke didn't say a word, watching the big beautiful lady's look change there.

After a few minutes, she nodded slightly: "The deal."

Luke smiled and nodded: "No need to be so stressed, no one can guarantee that things will be successful, I just hope that this information is a little useful.

Then, he took out a USB stick and handed it to Palmer: "I won't delay your time. If things go well, text me."

Watching Luke and Selena get off the car, Palmer held the U disk in his hand for a long time and was speechless.

This Luke gave her was a few pictures of Dito's internal ledger.

He didn't understand, and it didn't mean that the DEA (Detective Drugs Agency), who dealt with traffickers, couldn't understand.

He still trusts Palmer's character.

At least with this affection for Martin, as long as this information is useful, she will try to help.

As long as the DEA (Detective Agency) is willing to come forward and take over this matter, the problem over Mexico will be solved.

After all, DEA is the only US law enforcement agency that can directly fly aircraft into Mexico without filing a report.

The arrest of traffickers across the border without notification, they have not done it once, and they can completely bear the blame.

The premise is that the information is worthy of their presence.

After dealing with the matter, Luke resumed the normal investigation schedule.

Except for going out late and returning early, everything else is the same as before.

Luke went out again that night ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But this time, he called out the beautiful knife first and grabbed his big dog's head: "Stay honestly at home, don't allow any more Encourage Selena, understand? "

The beauty knife looked blank, but the tip of the nose made a gurgling noise.

Luke smiled, and rubbed his dog's head: "It will be delicious tomorrow. Don't make any more mistakes and increase the punishment time."

The knife slammed a few more times, twisted and went back to sleep.

This is, of course, a sign of dissatisfaction with the bullion.

As a result, Luke returned an hour after going out.

On this trip he emptied.

The old nest of the group of devil saints actually went upstairs.

Apparently, they were scared by the black bone mass destruction last night, and the boss took all the middle layers to hide.

Luke didn't mind it.