Chapter 616: Don’t Follow Up on New Cases, Take It Easy on Old Cases

By the time Harrison and Jim arrived, Luke was holding the fugitive in the orange prison jumpsuit at gunpoint. He said, “What a coincidence, Harrison, Jim.”

Jim nodded and gave a forced smile. “Hey, Luke.”

He was known to be an outstanding shooter on his team, but he hadn’t even secured one kill in this case.

Harrison didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Alright, cuff him first before we chat, okay?”

Luke shrugged and gestured for them to do as they pleased.

He put the Glock back into his holster and narrowed his eyes at the fugitive who had his hands raised. “If you still want to run, I’ll fire.”

The fugitive was a slim young man. He was rather handsome but had a grim look.

Hearing that, his eyes flashed, and he smiled coldly. “Okay, I won’t run. Can I ask, what’s your name?”

Luke raised an eyebrow. “You can think about that question in prison.”

In that brief exchange, the two of them looked at each other and had the same thought: I have to look into this guy and get rid of him when there’s a chance!

The young man thought that way because he had always been ruthless in his methods, while Luke could tell that the other party would seek revenge later.

He had absolutely no problems getting rid of this sort of petty and vengeful guy.

After cuffing the man, Jim went to his car and radioed in about the situation.

Harrison looked at Luke and asked, “Working a case?”

Luke shrugged. “On the way to work. What about you? You’re so free recently, you’re still hanging around the streets at nine?”

Harrison: “Like you, I’m on my way to check in with the team first. No way am I free – it’s not like you don’t know that I keep getting dragged over to train the rookies.”

Luke chuckled but didn’t say anything.

Since Luke’s classic lecture on cowardice, Director Remick at the police school no longer had him teach and misguide the kids

In contrast, while Harrison’s words could be very acidic, he was really serious when he instructed the rookies.

Luke glanced at the fugitive who was standing obediently on the side. “There might be a problem with his identity.”

Harrison nodded. “Do you want to follow up on this case?”

Luke shook his head and said, “I don’t have that much free time, and I still have to attend class. Since you got here first, you should follow up on it.”

Harrison: …As if you need those classes!

Luke sneered inwardly. You want me to follow up? This guy might show up dead eventually; what will there be to investigate then?

The patrol cars quickly showed up, along with an ambulance which took one of the criminals to the hospital.

Of the six criminals, only the one hit by Harrison was still breathing. The other five were already cold and didn’t need saving.

After handing the man over to the backup unit, Luke and Selina said goodbye and drove to the police department.

When they went to look for Elsa, they simply mentioned the attempted escape in passing, and she didn’t think too much of it either.

It was just five criminals attempting to break someone out; it was a small matter.

She wouldn’t be surprised even if Luke and Selina told her that they killed fifty criminals on their way to work.

She gestured for Selina to close the door and then placed a case file in front of her. She looked at them and said solemnly, “You don’t have to work too hard on this case, got it?”

Luke chuckled and nodded. He skimmed through the case file and said, “The case from the east side? They threw it to us? Won’t our east side comrades complain that we’re stepping on their toes?”

Elsa said mockingly, “The big boss at the eastside police department is under a lot of pressure. After all, a D.A., a judge and an FBI agent are dead, and a detective of the Major Crimes Division involved in the case is missing. He’s too stressed to care about pride. That’s the only reason why he didn’t object to HQ stepping in.”

Looking at Luke’s face, she stressed again, “But you’re only helping out, okay?”

Luke: “Okay. We’ll go inspect the quality of their female staff and their coffee machine.”

He whispered inwardly, If I don’t slack off, I’ll have to turn myself in or catch Bloodmint – as if.

Satisfied, Elsa nodded.

On a joint investigation like this, the other party would claim most of the credit when the case was cracked, but if Luke overreached, most of the blame would fall on his head.

Even if he did crack the case, the eastside police department might be grateful to him on the surface but might secretly hate him for exposing their incompetence.

The request for help had come directly from HQ.

Under heavy pressure from the D.A, the judge and the FBI, HQ could only summon the elites from the various precincts to work on the case together.

As the team with the highest clean-up rate, HQ had naturally requested Luke and Selina by name.

Luke also didn’t waste time, and tossed the file to Selina as they left.

They were in a hurry, not to investigate, but to eat.

They hadn’t had time to buy breakfast because of the fugitive case in the morning, and they were both starving.

They went to their regular cake shop and bought in bulk before driving off to the east side.

After checking in at the eastside police department, they tactfully beat it and didn’t stay a second longer than necessary.

They didn’t have time to inspect the female staff, let alone see the coffee machine. That was because the head of the Eastside Major Crimes Division didn’t seem grateful for the help.

They drove to the crime scene. Pulling over to the side of the road, they leaned against the hood with the open food box full of all sorts of cakes between them.

This was the street where Luke had caught Diego Garcia and killed Stan McCall as well as thirty members of the Garcia family.

Two hundred meters from here was where the female FBI agent had been killed, so they came here first for a look.

Since the idea was to take it easy, they naturally didn’t really look around, and simply leaned on the hood to eat breakfast.

Eating a slice of Napolean cake, Luke looked at the art on the giant billboard opposite him with an extremely strange feeling.

Selina had noticed the board too. She examined it with great interest. “This graffiti… is pretty interesting. Is that the symbol of the new gang here?”

Pondering for a moment, Luke shook his head. “I don’t think so. Gang graffiti usually isn’t that good.”

Chewing on her food, Selina said carelessly, “The lower half really doesn’t seem like it. It’s a little sci-fi. But what about the top? Is that a demon or a ghost?”

Luke’s face didn’t change, but he sighed inwardly. How would I know what the artist was thinking? Am I that ugly?

The lower half of the art on the giant billboard was basically unchanged. It was still a woman with a gun, wings, and a hood over her head. Even the red expanse above her head was still there.

But the blank space above that was now pitch black.