This routine seems quite smooth, you probably haven't done this for the first ti, have you?
Let guess..." Luke stared at the other person, probing, "You're actually the person in charge of this operation?"
"No no no, I swear, it's my first ti.
They originally had a regular driver, but the driver is not in Los Angeles right now, so I was temporarily brought in to help.
I didn't want to do it initially, but I needed the money."
"How much did they give you?"
"Twenty thousand US Dollars, and another thirty thousand after the job is done."
Luke glanced at Fred Krar beside him and laughed, "Did you hear that? Your life is only worth fifty thousand US Dollars."
Fred Krar endured the pain and jested, "Bastard, you should've asked them for five hundred thousand US Dollars, I'm worth that much."
Luke noticed that the other person looked sowhat dispirited, "Buddy, you need to perk up, the ambulance is coming soon."
Fred Krar said gratefully, "Thank you, Captain Lee.
If you hadn't been here by chance, I might have already been sent to et God."
Compared to words of thanks, Luke wanted so practical benefits; his car was nearly turned into a sieve, soone had to account for this.
Thinking of this, Luke looked again at Ricardo Solu, feeling that this guy hadn't spoken truthfully, "Tell sothing of value."
"Sorry, I really am soone they temporarily found, I know nothing." Ricardo Solu was very unstable emotionally at the mont, coupled with the pain from his injuries, his expressions were twisted.
Luke found it hard to analyze his microexpressions to judge if he was lying.
"Woo woo..." Two police cars drove over from afar.
Ricardo Solu instead breathed a sigh of relief, worried that Luke might do sothing irrational out of anger.
Luke patted his cheek, "Buddy, we'll et again."
Soon after, the ambulance arrived on the scene, lifting Fred Krar onto the ambulance to be taken to the hospital for treatnt.
As for the two shooters inside the Ford car, they had already lost signs of life.
Blackie also arrived on the scene, looking Luke up and down, "Captain, are you alright?"
"I'm perfectly fine."
Blackie looked at Luke's rcedes-Benz car, his eyes widening, "Oh my god, what happened to this car?
Were those killers coming for you?"
"According to the injured driver, their target was Fred Krar." Blackie's words also reminded Luke, could soone indeed want to take him out?
Was Fred Krar just a decoy?
Luke then shook his head, this possibility was slim because earlier, suspect Ricardo Solu directly said Fred Krar's na.
However, regardless of who the real target behind this is, this assassination event posed danger to Luke, even for his own sake, Luke has to catch the mastermind behind it.
Soon after, Reid and the deputy arrived on the scene.
Reid inquired about Luke's situation, learned he was not injured, and offered a few comforting words, telling him to go ho and rest, while the deputy would take over the site investigation.
Luke had no objections to this, the old man had a stubborn temper but was experienced and competent.
The gunfight just now was thrilling, but after the thrill ca exhaustion, he wanted to go back and have a good sleep, so he'd have the energy to investigate tomorrow.
With Luke's permission, the rcedes was also transported back to the police station as evidence.
Blackie prepared to drive Luke ho, seeing the heavily damaged rcedes G500 being towed away, sighed, "Such a sha, I haven't even driven it once."
Luke said, "I rember you drove it once."
"No, I didn't!"
"You absolutely did, just forgot."
"I didn't, I have a good mory."
Luke recalled seriously, "I rember once..."
Blackie waved his hand while driving, "I didn't..."
...
The two argued about this boring topic all the way...
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