Luke turned on the car radio and said, "Calling headquarters, this is 511K."

The other side responded, "KJC625 received, what do you need?"

"This is Luke Lee, captain of the Robbery and Murder Department first squadron. I'm investigating a supermarket shooting incident. We have tracked the shooter and request assistance."

"Captain Lee, please describe the shooter."

"The shooter is a young white male, likely driving a white Volkswagen Arteon along Savito Avenue. I suspect he might commit another shooting, and the target could be the nearby Carmela Supermarket. I will send the suspect's photo shortly."

"Received. I will dispatch nearby patrol officers and SWAT for support. Do you need a police helicopter?"

"No, don't deploy a large police force. I suggest focusing on intercepting with patrol officers. Too much commotion might alert the suspect to flee, and we could lose the target."

"Understood."

"The suspect is likely carrying a firearm, so be careful."

"I will notify the patrolling officers nearby."

"Over."

...

In a car in motion.

A person wearing a skull mask fixed a phone on the dashboard and started a live-stream, "Hey, does anyone still remember me?"

Not many people were in the live stream initially, but the number rapidly increased. Someone started interacting through bullet comments, "Are you the killer from the Roger's Supermarket shooting?"

The person with the skull mask laughed, "Haha, good morning, folks.

Seeing how much you enjoyed the last live stream, I decided to do another one. It's time for fun again!

Today will be a memorable day, shout with me, 'Blacks die!'

"Fuck! It's you, you damn freak. The one who should die is you!" A black man cursed through bullet comments.

"Bastard, do you dare to take off your mask? I promise I won't beat you to death."

"You won't be arrogant for long; the police will surely catch you."

"Where's LAPD? Whenever we blacks have something, their noses are sharper than police dogs'. Why haven't they caught this bastard yet?" The black viewers exploded, cursing the live-streamed man.

"Haha... You blacks are getting anxious!" The skull-masked man was increasingly smug, his voice sounding young.

"Woo woo..." Suddenly, police sirens rang ahead, surprising the masked man, "Whoa, there's some traffic now, I'll have to pause for a while, will resume when I get to the scene.

Remember my words, today is a happy day.

Blacks die!"

...

Meanwhile, Luke's walkie-talkie sounded, "This is 213A, calling 511K."

Luke responded, "511K received."

The walkie-talkie said, "My partner and I are patrolling Savito Avenue, we've spotted a white Volkswagen Arteon with license plate 8leb328. Is it a suspect vehicle? Should we stop it? Please respond."

Luke didn't answer immediately; the location, color, and model matched, but the plate number didn't. However, thinking the shooter might use a disguised license plate, he felt it necessary to check.

Luke replied, "The car matches the description, but the license plate doesn't. It may not be the suspect vehicle or could be using fake plates.

Advise stopping it; the shooter might have a weapon, be cautious, and stay in contact."

"Received."

The walkie-talkie was silent, and the car was quiet too. Everyone was waiting for the interception result.

A few minutes later, the walkie-talkie sounded again, "This is 213A, calling 511K."

Luke responded, "511K received. What's the situation?"

"We've successfully stopped the white Volkswagen Arteon with the license plate 8leb328. Inside there's a female driver, no weapons found, and it's not a fake plate vehicle."

"Received, it's likely not the suspect vehicle."

"We'll head to the Carmela Supermarket for support, over."

Jackson speculated, "Could the shooter have switched cars to head to the Carmela Supermarket?"

"Carmela Supermarket, Carmela Supermarket, everyone knows it's the Carmela Supermarket!" Luke muttered, suddenly having a bad feeling.

Gil shouted from the back seat, "Captain, the tech team lost the phone signal! Cannot continue tracking."

"Where did the signal disappear?"

"Near Savito Avenue and John Ding Road, not far from Carmela Supermarket.

We estimate we can't keep up with the shooter's car. Should we send patrols to guard near Carmela Supermarket?"

Luke lit a cigarette and took a puff, "No need, there should be enough patrols near Carmela Supermarket. What I'm worried about now is, he might change his target."

Gil understood, "The shooter's phone suddenly lost signal; might he have realized the police are tracking him? If he doesn't go to Carmela Supermarket, where will he go?

Just run away?"

"If he's only fleeing, it's not the worst scenario." Luke took out his phone and started searching the map near Savito Avenue; several black communities were nearby. It was hard to say where the shooter might go.

Jackson speculated, "Shooter Brown Bryant doesn't have a good relationship with his family; could he be going to attack them?"

Luke said, "I've already sent patrols to his home."

Jackson shrugged and looked at Gil, "Aren't you familiar with the black community? What do you think?"

Gil shook his head, "I know the black community, but that freak is white, and I'm not a freak. Can't understand his thoughts."