8 PM, Tapic Bar.

This is a bar located near the Black community.

At this time, the bar was already crowded, and the seats at the bar were fully occupied.

Luke walked into the bar, his gaze sweeping the area, fixing on the silhouette of a Black man.

Luke walked to a round table in the corner, sitting opposite the Black man, who was none other than his informant, Anlek Raul.

"Hey, BOSS, thanks for the help last time. I'll pay you back the bail money as soon as I can," Anlek Raul said, gratitude filling his voice.

Luke replied, "The one who handled your bail was my uncle. I heard he kicked you out of the car halfway?"

"Yes, but I don't blame him. Nobody wants to sit with a thief."

Luke explained, "My uncle also works in a supermarket. There was a person who often did zero shopping in his place.

One time, he couldn't stand it anymore and stepped in to stop the guy, accidentally injuring him.

Because of that, my uncle got arrested by the police, almost got into big trouble, so he's sensitive about these things. It wasn't directed at you.

I was careless to let him go for your bail." Despite saying this, Luke couldn't think of anyone else for the task.

"I understand, I don't want to do zero shopping either, but I really need the money."

"What happened?"

Anlek Raul's expression turned a bit complicated, "You've helped me a lot, I'll handle it myself."

Luke wasn't one to persist unnecessarily, so he changed the topic, "Did you go zero shopping this morning again?"

"I..." Anlek Raul hesitated, a bit embarrassed, "How did you know?"

"Did you go to Roger's Supermarket?"

"Yes, today was a terrible day for me.

Just after picking out the items and calculating...

The shooting happened in that supermarket. If I hadn't run quickly, you'd probably be helping collect my corpse.

Compared to that cold-blooded killer, I think I'm quite lovable."

Luke pressed on, "Did you see the gunman?"

Anlek Raul nodded, "Sort of, but he was all wrapped up, fully armed, I didn't dare look closely.

Even if he stood in front of me now, I couldn't recognize him."

"I'm responsible for investigating this case. If you can recall anything valuable, I can apply for informant fees for you, to ease things a bit for you."

"Wow, this is a high-profile case, lots of people are talking about it.

I didn't know you were investigating this case, otherwise, I would've told you sooner."

"It's not too late." Luke took out a photo of Darcy Jordan, "Have you seen this person around the supermarket?"

Anlek Raul studied the photo, "I've never seen him."

Luke continued, "Have you seen a young white man wearing a gray baseball cap, probably in a beige hoodie and blue jeans?"

Anlek Raul thought for a moment, "Yes, I think I did see someone dressed like that. There aren't many white people around there, pretty eye-catching."

There was hope, Luke continued questioning, "Did you get a good look at his face?"

Anlek Raul didn't answer, he took out his phone, "After the shooting, I ran outside the supermarket.

I didn't leave right away, it was a big incident. I was curious, so I hid in a corner and recorded with my phone, seems like I captured the person you mentioned."

Anlek Raul found the video and handed it to Luke.

Luke took the phone and checked it carefully, indeed seeing a young white man wearing a gray baseball cap.

The young man's outfit matched Antoine Powell's description. He was in a hurry and didn't notice Anlek Raul filming him, one frame conveniently captured his face.

Very young, probably underage, with a complicated expression on his face, nervous, excited, perhaps a bit confused.

Luke handed the phone back to Anlek Raul, "Send me the video later, tonight's drinks are on me."

Anlek Raul laughed, "Does that mean I've made a contribution?"

"That's right, you're a lucky guy."

A voice echoed in Luke's mind, [Adventure card activated, used.]

...

The following morning.

As soon as Luke arrived at the Robbery and Murder Department, he immediately summoned Darcy Jordan for questioning.

Compared to yesterday, Darcy Jordan's eyes showed less defiance, more indignation.

Luke sat across the desk, asking, "Are you getting used to staying here?"

Darcy Jordan flipped the finger.

Luke wasn't angry, laying a photo in front of Darcy Jordan, "Do you recognize him?"

Darcy Jordan glanced at it, didn't answer.

Luke smiled, "Do you know why you're here?"

"Because that bastard gunman framed me."

"Do you want to catch him?"

Even though he knew Luke had ulterior motives, Darcy Jordan couldn't refuse. He wanted to catch the bastard who framed him even more than Luke did, "Is it the white guy in the photo who's framing me?"

"We're not sure yet, we only know he was near the supermarket during the shooting. Do you know him?"

"Yeah, I know this white trash."

Luke asked, "Is he one of the two people you previously mentioned?"

"No."

Luke "..."

Just how many people did you piss off?