"I've already found out the gunman's identity, so why use a more complicated method to investigate?"

The deputy held up three fingers, "First, you've only found the owner of the live account. He may not be the gunman.

Second, even if the live account owner is the gunman, it's impossible to convict him without sufficient evidence, and those who have been to the supermarket are likely witnesses.

Third, no one can guarantee that the gunman acted alone. He might have accomplices who were also at the supermarket at the time. In summary, my task is the most important."

Matthew "..."

So you said all that just for the final conclusion?

This damned desire to win.

I've never seen an old man like you.

The deputy looked at Luke beside him, "Captain, what do you think?"

Matthew also looked at Luke.

Luke didn't want to directly join the argument between the two, "Deputy, you stay in the office. Everyone else, come with me."

"Yes, sir."

After Luke left with the others, the deputy pointed at Matthew, "I'm in charge of this office now, kid. You know what to do."

...

Luke didn't want to leave Matthew hanging, but he also agreed with the deputy that checking the identities of all those who left the supermarket was necessary.

Not to mention, the account owner's details that Matthew provided didn't match Antoine Powell's description of the gunman.

After getting into the car, Luke took a photo of the details and sent it to the chat group.

Name: Darcy Jordan

Race: African American

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Address: 308 Sarding Community

Social Security Number: 623-57-7323

School: Luther King Junior High School

Little Black in the backseat frowned slightly upon seeing the information, "This doesn't match what we've investigated. The gunman should be white, but the account owner is black.

Could Matthew have gotten it wrong?"

Luke said, "Matthew probably won't make a technical mistake.

I think there are three possibilities. The first possibility is that the account doesn't belong to the gunman but to an accomplice.

The second possibility is that the account has no relation to the gunman, much like that black Honda, merely a tool for the crime.

The third possibility is that the account owner is indeed the gunman, and Antoine Powell's description is wrong."

Little Black's face changed slightly, speculating, "Do you think Antoine Powell is deceiving us, or maybe he fabricated a white gunman to mislead our investigation?"

Jackson said, "He's just a kid. Does he have the guts to deceive the police? I find it unlikely."

Little Black said, "Rookie, don't underestimate black kids. They have no concept of fear and could care less about God."

Luke thought for a moment, "Your guess might have merit, but I didn't see him lying."

Luke's explanation puzzled Little Black, "So what do you mean?"

Luke explained, "In fact, Antoine Powell didn't actually see much.

First, he didn't see the gunman taking off clothes and gear. He presumed the white man was the gunman because he was near the scene and wasn't targeted by the shooter.

This assumption has some basis and theoretically valid, but it's not absolute.

I've analyzed it carefully, and there are three other possibilities why the gunman didn't open fire.

The first possibility is that the gunman had already left and didn't see the white man, while the white man only dared to emerge after seeing the gunman leave.

The second possibility is that the white man is an accomplice, which is why the gunman spared him.

The third possibility is that the gunman doesn't know the white man, has no relation to him, but simply didn't want to kill him."

Hearing this, Little Black felt a surge of anger, yes, how could he forget this; the gunman wasn't killing indiscriminately, but specifically targeting black people.

Seeing Little Black's expression in the rearview mirror, Luke deliberately changed the subject to comfort him, "Even if that white man isn't the gunman, he's seen the gunman and could be an accomplice. He's crucial to cracking the case, and we need to find him."

Half an hour later, the car entered the Sarding Community, a typical black neighborhood not far from the supermarket where the shooting occurred.

As Jackson drove, he watched the numbers on the street signs, 305, 306…

"Guys, we're here." Jackson eased off the gas.

Little Black leaned over the front seat, peering through the middle gap, and suddenly slapped Jackson's shoulder, "Heh heh, don't stop, pedal to the metal, drive right past!"

Jackson, puzzled, complied, "What's the issue?"

Little Black explained, "See those two black kids on bicycles? They're lookouts. As soon as you park on the curb, you'll be exposed."

Luke noticed the two black kids as well, both looking quite young, "Do you think they are gang members?"

Jackson glanced out of the corner of his eye at the two boys on bicycles, "No way, they look so young, probably not even ten."

Little Black snorted, "The kids in black ghettos can join gangs as soon as they can hold a gun; there's no age limit like entering college.

If they live to adulthood, they become the backbone of the gangs."

Seeing the lingering doubt in Jackson's expression, Little Black added, "Believe me, those two definitely have guns on them."

Through the rearview mirror, Luke observed the two black kids staring at their car until it drove far away.

"Seems like we've got the right place, but first, we need to remove these two sentinels."

Luke looked in the mirror at Little Black, "Marcus, you'll lead this operation."

Little Black's eyes widened, somewhat taken aback, "Luke, are you serious?"

"From your expression, you don't seem too eager. Should I let Jackson take over?"

Jackson grinned, "Captain, I'm ready to serve."

"No no no, I'm up for it. This rookie doesn't understand black communities. If he leads, he'll screw it up." Little Black hurriedly objected, joking; if Jackson climbed above him, where would that leave his pride?

Luke turned to him, "Marcus, can I trust you?"

"Of course." Little Black puffed his chest, regaining his usual confidence and motivation.

Now that he had a wife and kids, he needed to perform well for a promotion and a raise.

This was the black community he was most familiar with; with such a good opportunity, it would be a pity not to prove himself, betraying Luke's trust.

Even if his plan wasn't perfect, Luke was there to back him up.

He might not be the sharpest tool, but he could see Luke was giving him an opportunity, grooming him.

He must not betray that trust!