Reidu Community.

It was just past eight in the evening.

The sky had darkened.

A white man wearing a baseball cap reached into his right pocket, holding a beer in his left hand, taking a drink every couple of steps.

His gaze was somewhat vacant, his expression somewhat dull.

"Pffft..."

Feeling something beneath his foot, he looked down.

It was a pile of shit, still steaming faintly, splattering everywhere as he stepped in it.

"fuck!" The man's face twisted slightly, his vacant expression turning to anger.

He looked around and saw a woman not far away walking a white long-haired dog.

He vaguely remembered that the woman and the dog had stopped here a moment ago, but he hadn't paid much attention at the time. Now that he thought about it, the dog must have been defecating.

"fuck! Even a stinking dog thinks it can mess with me." The white man was so angry that he trembled all over and took off his shoes. He felt utterly disgusted.

"Hey, stop!" He chased after her in his socks.

The Asian woman walking the dog turned around, "Who are you yelling at?"

"You," the white man angrily pointed at the Asian woman with his left hand.

"What's the matter?"

"Did your dog just take a shit?"

It was dark, and the dog's owner did not immediately notice the man's distress. "What does my baby shitting have to do with you? You may own the sky and the land, but not my baby's shits and farts."

"I can't control that, but when your dog shits, you, as the owner, should clean it up right away, not walk away. That's not right."

At this point, the dog's owner noticed the man was only wearing socks, with some splatter on his trousers, and a faint stench wafting through, "Hey, you say... with such a wide road to walk on, you had to step in dog shit, whose fault is that?"

"I'm not against you owning a dog. That's your freedom, your right. But your dog can't just shit anywhere on the road. That's very uncivilized."

The dog's owner retorted, "You can hold it in as a person, but I can't control the dog needing to shit.

How about you tell me how much, and I'll pay you for it."

"It's not about the money, it's that you should clean up after your dog has shat. That's the basic moral of being human, not just walking away. It causes a lot of trouble for other people. You understand?"

"Come on, don't be so petty with a dog, you're a grown man. Here's twenty US dollars, go have it dry cleaned and it'll be as good as new."

"What? You think this kind of insult is something that can be solved with twenty dollars? Do I look like I need those twenty dollars?"

"All this talk, you just want to scam money, right? Well, I'm telling you it's not happening. Just these twenty bucks, take it or leave it."

"I'm not talking about money, I'm talking about reason with you. Civilized pet ownership is the only way to avoid things like this.

You should admit your mistake humbly and correct it completely, not try to avoid responsibility with twenty dollars."

"Woof woof..." The white long-haired dog barked furiously at the man.

"See, even the dog has an opinion on you. Just take the money and go or it might bite you soon, and I won't be able to stop it." The dog's owner handed over the twenty dollars and, seeing the white man wouldn't take it, dropped it on the ground.

The woman turned and left. Most of the people living in this neighborhood were Asian, and she wasn't afraid of whites. Besides, her big darling was by her side, giving her plenty of security.

She couldn't help but curse under her breath, "Another fucking idiot, always having issues with dogs, nag nag nag nag, damn it, I even had it on a leash, what more do you want.

Blind and steps in dog shit and still blames others.

Shameless."

The white man looked down at the twenty US dollars, then back at the woman and dog's retreating figures, his eyes showing a hint of cold indifference, "It's because of you people that Los Angeles has become what it is...

You're all to blame!"

...

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

Luke fired seventeen bullets at the target in rapid succession.

He emptied the magazine completely. Satisfying!

Luke took off his orange earmuffs, checking the handgun and magazine.

The target moved towards him.

At a distance of ten meters, he had hit the target mostly, making it look densely packed.

Each shot produced a significant recoil; continuous shooting was difficult and required long-term practice to get used to.

David walked over and joked, "Your target shooting is terrible, nowhere near as good as last time at the repair shop."

Luke began reloading, "I'm practical."

"Then you should go out into the wilderness to practice on moving targets. Enemies won't stand still and let you shoot them. In real combat, this kind of stationary target practice is not very meaningful," David said with a sneer.

"Why do you not go home after work and keep coming to practice instead?"

"I'm just killing time."

"Killing time this way, really boring."

David pointed to the shooting lane farthest east; Raymond was there, practicing alone.

Luke shook his head, "Poor married man."

David loaded the magazine, "Want to compete?"

"How do we compete? Competing in what?"

"Standing position shooting and high-kneeling position shooting, only counting the hits in the ten-ring of the heart, and the loser treats at the bar. How about that?"

"Then let's compete."

"Bang..."

To enhance his real combat abilities, Luke had been consciously training his marksmanship.

Today, he took the first formal step.

The result wasn't very ideal; David won.

Luke had to treat to drinks.

It didn't matter to him; it was just for fun, and he wasn't short of money.

After the shooting practice, Luke wanted to invite Raymond to join them, but he declined.

Luke and David went to a nearby bar and had a few drinks.

Talking about cars, chatting about women, time flew by quickly.

...

It was after ten at night.

Luke rode his Harley back to Reidu Neighborhood.

Having learned his lesson from last time, Luke slowed down as he entered the neighborhood road.

It was this preemptive act that helped him avoid a minor traffic incident.

Some idiot had actually thrown a shoe on the road.

What an imbecile.

Not much further along, a white figure darted out from the green belt.

Upon closer inspection, it was the same white-haired dog as before.

This damn thing was recklessly running onto the road again, and Luke quickly braked.

"Fuck!" Really beyond correction.

Luke went to check but this time the dog seemed different; it looked listless and a patch of its white fur was stained red.

What happened?

"Ahh-oo-oo..." The long-haired white dog let out a series of mournful howls, exhaling more than inhaling, appearing as if it was not going to make it.

Out of professional instinct, Luke felt something was off. He drew his pistol, moved forward to inspect, and found a wound on the dog's body that looked like it was from a gunshot.

Blood seeped from the wound.

Luke looked in the direction from which the long-haired white dog had come and found blood on the green belt too; the dog must have been injured for some time.

Quickly, Luke realized the gravity of the situation.

Luke had seen the dog's owner, and she was very protective.

If her dog was shot, she would surely be extremely distressed and wouldn't leave it to fend for itself outside.

Another point, gunshots were loud. It made no sense for the neighborhood to be so quiet if a shooting had occurred.

Luke guessed that the shooter had used a silencer.

Such a familiar method.

Was it that murderer?

Why did it have to be in the very neighborhood he lived in?

Was it an "adventure card"?

No, that's not it.

According to Luke's analysis, the suspect could very well be Benjamin Nasi.

The man always believed immigrants had stolen his job and harbored hostility towards them.

This was an Asian neighborhood, and the dog's owner was unreasonable.

If the dog's owner had a conflict with Benjamin Nasi, it was likely to end badly.

It was within the bounds of reason, yet unexpected.

Luke, knowing where the woman lived, decided to first check out her house after reporting to Susan over the phone.

Although the woman was uncivilized, her actions didn't merit death.

As a police officer, he couldn't stand by and let her die.

Luke walked stealthily to the side of the house. The door was closed, and from the outside, nothing seemed amiss.

Luke didn't force his way in but instead stealthily moved over to the window to survey the inside first.

The room was dark with no lights on.

Squinting, Luke adjusted to the low light, looking through the moonlight to get a clearer view inside the house.

In a spot against the wall, he spotted a figure—a woman with a pale face, eyes wide open, staring straight at the window...