The interrogation had finished by two o'clock in the morning.

Luke greeted his colleagues and headed home to sleep.

In his previous life, he often worked through the night and could endure it.

Since moving to Los Angeles, his life had become more disorganized and regulated, and his ability to stay up late had worsened.

The next morning he woke up.

Luke checked the system and discovered that one adventure card was missing from the system warehouse but gained thirty card-drawing opportunities.

Waking up to find a reward meant today was destined to be a good day.

What was he waiting for? Time to draw!

A selection menu appeared in his mind, with the warehouse interface on the left.

On the right, there was an additional card-drawing interface.

The pointer spun and randomly stopped.

The selected area lit up, one thousand US dollars.

Continue drawing...

After 30 consecutive draws, he had won 27,000 US dollars and 3 cards.

Two of the cards were old, an adventure card and a bullet-proof card.

One new card, a pistol card.

The system warehouse now had 10 reserve cards and 45,000 US dollars in reserve funds.

Adventure cards, 3.

Accuracy cards, 2.

Bullet-proof cards, 2.

Detection cards, 1.

Identification card, 1.

Pistol card, 1.

This card must be related to pistols, and he had another card related to pistols, an accuracy card (which could increase hit rate by 50%).

Although he didn't know the specific function of the pistol card, he speculated there were two likely possibilities: one being it increased pistol power, the other that it assisted with learning gunmanship.

Based on Luke's experience, the latter seemed more likely.

He'd research it more when he had some free time.

...

At the detective bureau.

Benjamin Nasi had already confessed; now it was time for crime scene identification and to proceed with closing the case.

Yesterday evening, Luke got home close to three in the morning; having slept late, he woke up late too.

He bought breakfast and brought it to the bureau to eat.

A serving of baozi, a serving of pancakes, and a box of milk.

Little Black was gnawing on a burger beside him, "Wow, Chinese food. These are called baozi; I've had them before, though they're much smaller than what I ate last time.

What's that called?"

Luke took a sip of milk and swallowed, "Pancake."

Little Black leaned in closer, "Is it tasty?"

"Not tasty."

"Liar, I've seen you eat them before. If it's not tasty, why'd you buy it?" Little Black had a disbelieving look on his face.

"You know why and you still ask?"

Little Black swallowed his saliva and put on a pleasing expression, "Bring me one next time."

"Book one day in advance."

"OK." Little Black's gaze swept around, then he flopped down on David's desk, "But speaking of which, why hasn't David come in today? He's never late."

"He's off today."

Little Black squinted his eyes, "Wow, your chance has come. Want to partner up with me?"

"No, I've got other things to do today. I'll leave right after the meeting." Luke declined very straightforwardly.

A few minutes later, everyone went to the meeting room for a meeting.

Susan yawned and gulped down a large mouthful of coffee, "Luke, go over the interrogation from yesterday."

Luke organized some thoughts and briefly introduced the content of the interrogation.

After listening, Jenny looked puzzled, "The gun that killed Layli Harry belonged to the nanny, Huifang Wang. How did it end up in Benjamin Nasi's hands? Is there any connection between them?"

Luke explained, "The nanny had no relationship with Benjamin Nasi. The nanny bought the gun for Layli Harry, and it was always Layli Harry who used it.

The driver, Badman Pole, was carrying the gun when he went to pay the ransom; unfortunately, the driver was killed in a counterattack, and the gun fell into the murderer Benjamin Nasi's hands, who then used it to kill Layli Harry."

Little Black said, "Benjamin thought himself clever, but actually, he's not right in the head.

Los Angeles is a free city, not owned by anyone. Immigration indeed brings some issues, which can be condemned, corrected, and punished, but such extreme methods of retaliation should not be used.

No wonder his wife left him."

The deputy head shook his head, "Don't be too absolute with your words. Everyone obsesses over things in their way. What might seem trivial to you could be a major issue for someone else.

For instance, if someone dares to mock me for being old, I'd punch him.

If someone said you were old, you might not react because it doesn't hit a nerve.

If someone said you're ugly, I believe you'd beat him to death."

"Haha..." Everyone laughed.

Little Black, coming to realisation, rolled his eyes, "You bad old man."

After discussing the case, Susan began to give out tasks, "Raymond, Marcus, escort the suspect, Benjamin Nasi, to identify the crime scene."

The assistant team, Jenny, and Matthew organized the archives and materials.

Luke had another task.

...

Downtown Los Angeles.

A taxi stopped at the entrance of an alley, and a pure and attractive Caucasian girl in denim shorts got out of the car.

Chewing gum, the girl in shorts looked around and walked into the apartment building in the alley.

She took the elevator down to the second basement level, where the air felt significantly more humid.

There was a metal gate on this floor, behind which a young man with black hair sat playing on his phone.

Approaching him, the girl in shorts asked, "What game are you playing? The characters look pretty."

"King of Glory, want to try?" The black-haired young man was Luke, here today to wrap up yesterday's operation.

A few days earlier, he had downloaded King of Glory, but the network was lagging, the ping was consistently high, which left him frustrated.

Today, he had time to download an accelerator, and the ping had dropped, making the game much more enjoyable.

The girl in shorts waved her hand, "No, I'm a gaming idiot. You'd end up hitting me."

Putting away his phone, Luke laughed, "I never hit beautiful women."

"Good taste," the girl in shorts laughed too and pulled out five green bills from her pocket. "I'm here to pick up the goods."

"Name?"

"Elizabeth."

Luke checked in the logbook, "You're early, your documents won't be ready until tonight."

"I had an appointment for this afternoon."

"Yesterday, a difficult customer messed this place up, delaying things a bit."

After thinking for a moment, the girl in shorts pulled out a hundred dollars and handed it over, "Can you hurry it up for me? You know it's not very safe around here at night, and I'm nervous about hanging around alone."

Luke, taking the money, walked around inside the room, "I urged them for you, it should be ready in about half an hour."

"Oh my god, thank you so much," the girl in shorts showed a satisfied smile, then seemed to remember something, "By the way, I think I saw a Black man last time I was here."

"Right, Marcus. He was too ugly, so we replaced him,"

Thinking Luke was joking, the girl in shorts didn't think much of it and laughed, "You definitely fit better."

"Hey, I'm idling here, want to chat?"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"You're so beautiful, what do you do?"

"Guess?"

After looking her up and down, Luke guessed, "Actress."

"No."

"Model."

"No."

"Such a pity, you're so beautiful, you should give it a try."

The girl in shorts, also enjoying the conversation, casually remarked, "I'm still in school."

"Let me guess, Berkeley?"

"No, I wish I could get in, but I'm still in 11th grade."

"You're not of age yet?"

"I'm a year short."

"Why do you need a fake driver's license?"

"Friends invited me to bars, but you know, California law says you have to be 21 to drink, so…" the girl in shorts indicated with a knowing look.

Luke sighed lightly, disappointed, having thought he might catch a big fish, only to find a tadpole wishing to be a frog.

"If you can't go to bars, you could drink at home. Why forge documents? That's illegal."

"Wow… you really are an interesting person," the girl in shorts laughed somewhat unnaturally. "Is there a bathroom nearby? I need to touch up my makeup, you know how girls are."

"I'm not sure about around here, but I can take you to the police station bathroom."

"fuck!"

The girl in shorts turned and ran, but she didn't get far before returning, as two patrol officers stood in front of her.

As she stepped back, waving her hand, "This is a misunderstanding, I just wanted to go to a bar, I never thought of doing anything bad."

Seeing that Luke was the decision-maker, she turned and pleaded, "We had a nice chat just now, can you help me this one time?"

"I am helping you right now, teaching you a lesson to prevent you from going down the wrong path later," Luke signaled to a female officer to handcuff the girl in shorts.

The girl in shorts shouted, "No, you can't arrest me, I'm still a minor."

Luke nodded, "You can call your parents."

"You really can't let me go just this once?" the girl in shorts looked pitifully.

Luke remained unmoved.

"Give me my money back," the girl in shorts demanded angrily.

"That money is now considered evidence."

The girl in shorts seemed to lose hope and glared fiercely at Luke, "You're just a scammer."

"I'm LAPD, fulfilling my duty, enforcing the law legally."

The female officer pulled out paper and a pen, "Hey, girl, who do you want to call?"

The girl in shorts responded irritably, "My mom."

Luke said, "Call your dad."

The female officer nodded, "Yes, detective."