This capture plan was quite standard; after all, it was Little Black's first time making a plan, and Luke didn't want to discourage his enthusiasm.

Everyone started putting on their gear, Jackson walked up to Luke hesitantly, "Captain... I... need to talk to you."

"Is it related to the capture operation?"

"No."

"Then let's talk after the operation is over."

Jackson nodded.

Luke patted his shoulder, "Cheer up."

"Yes, sir."

Everyone moved according to the plan, with Luke leading the team stationed outside the suspect's house yard.

Little Black donned a bulletproof vest, holding an MA-4 rifle in his right hand, leading the group to block the back door of the suspect's house.

Acting with Little Black were Jackson, Port, and three patrol officers who had come to assist.

Little Black gestured to everyone, Jackson nodded slightly, and Port kicked the door hard.

"Bang!" The door opened.

Little Black felt a sense of familiarity.

At this moment, he had no time for sentiment and led the team into the house himself.

Jackson followed closely, "LAPD!"

"Police, don't move!"

Little Black and his team rushed in through the back door, Port led a group to search the bedroom on the left, while Little Black stormed into the living room.

There were three young black men in the living room, all shocked by the sudden intrusion, their reactions varied.

One bald black man reached behind the sofa and pulled out a submachine gun.

"Bang bang bang..."

A burst of gunfire erupted, the black man was immediately taken down, and several holes appeared on the sofa.

The other two black men, one dashed towards the window, leaping out from it.

The last black man rushed into the bathroom.

Little Black didn't bother with the one who jumped out the window, knowing Luke was outside, he couldn't escape.

Little Black led the team into the bathroom, kicking the door open with one foot.

"Bang!" The door opened.

"Drop the weapon."

"Raise your hands, or we'll shoot."

The young black man was pouring a bag of white powder into the toilet.

Port kicked him down, snatching the bag from his hand, a considerable amount of white powder still remaining inside.

"Fuck! I told you not to move, don't you understand human language?"

Port dipped his finger in the white powder, put it in his mouth, then spat it out with a "pah," "It's drugs."

Jackson pressed his knee onto the black youth's back, cuffing his hands.

Little Black patted his head, "Hey, buddy, congratulations, you hit the jackpot."

The black youth looked terrified, "Why are you here?"

Little Black didn't answer but asked, "How many people are in this house?"

"Three people."

"What's your name?"

"Darcy Jordan."

"Where were you between 7:30 and 8:00 this morning?"

Darcy Jordan's eyes darted, "I was at home."

"Wrong answer." Little Black pinched his nose, disdainfully saying, "Drag this bastard out; it stinks here. I don't want to question him here."

Luke also entered the house, Raymond escorting a black youth who had jumped out of the window.

Seeing Darcy Jordan handcuffed, Luke extended his right hand and bumped fists with Little Black, "Well done."

"This isn't difficult for me; as long as I want to do it, I can do it well." Little Black grinned with pride, looking quite pleased with himself.

Luke walked to the black youth's side, gesturing for him to lift his chin, "What's your name?"

"Darcy Jordan."

"Do you know why we're looking for you?"

Darcy Jordan kept his head down, glancing at the bag of white powder in Port's hand, Luke followed his gaze.

Port pointed at the bag in his hand, "Captain, when we came in, this kid ran into the bathroom to pour the powder from the bag into the toilet. I suspect it's drugs."

Luke stared at Darcy Jordan, "You shot someone at the supermarket this morning, dealing with drugs in the afternoon; you're quite busy."

"What shooting at a supermarket? I don't know what you're talking about." Darcy Jordan shook his head quickly, "Don't push something I didn't do onto me."

Luke pointed at the white bag, "Is this bag yours?"

"Yes."

"What's inside it?"

"It's my medicine. I have mental issues... need these things."

Luke said, "Seal the bag and have the tech team examine it later."

"Yes, sir."

Luke looked at Darcy Jordan again, "There was a shooting at Roger's Supermarket this morning, don't tell me you don't know."

"I've heard, but it's unrelated to me. Don't push the blame on me because you can't catch the perpetrator."

Luke asked, "Do you have a TikTok live streaming account?"

"Yes, many people have TikTok accounts, what's the problem?"

"The shooter used your TikTok account to live stream the murder."

"NO, that's impossible."

Luke smiled, "Do I need to lie to you?"

"Oh God, this has nothing to do with me, you must be mistaken."

"Log into your account."

Darcy Jordan said, "My phone was taken by your people."

Jackson handed a phone to Darcy Jordan.

Darcy Jordan tried to log in, but failed twice, "My account password has been tampered with."