Los Angeles Detective Chapter 105

Chapter 105 Reasonable (addition 312)

Redu Community.

It's past eight o'clock in the evening.

It was getting dark.

A white man wearing a baseball cap pulls out his trouser pocket with his right hand, holds a bottle of beer in his left hand, and takes two steps to take a sip of wine.

His gaze was a little empty, and his expression was a little dull.

"Pfft..."

Feeling something stepped on under his feet, he looked down.

It was a puddle of shit, still steaming faintly, and it splashed everywhere when I stepped on it.

"fuck!" The man's face was twisted, and his dull expression turned into anger.

He looked up and looked around, and saw a woman not far away leading a white long-haired dog.

He vaguely remembered that the woman and the dog stayed here just now, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time. Now that he thinks about it, the dog should be shitting.

"Fuck! Even a stinky dog is going to bully me." The white man trembled angrily, and took off his shoes directly. He felt sick to death.

"Hey, stop!" He ran after him in his socks.

The Asian woman holding the dog turned her head, "Who are you calling?"

“you” the white man pointed at the Asian woman angrily with his left hand.

"What's up?"

"Did your dog just take a shit?"

It was getting dark, and the dog owner didn't notice the abnormality of the man immediately, "What does my baby's pooping have anything to do with you. Take care of the sky, don't care about my baby's pooping and farting."

"I don't care, but the dog shit, you, as the owner, should clean it up in time instead of just walking away. This is wrong."

At this time, the dog owner saw that the white man was only wearing socks, and some was splashed on his trouser legs, and there was a faint smell, "Hey, tell me... If you don't walk on such a wide road, you have to go to dog **** If you step on it, who can you blame?"

"I have no objection to you keeping a dog. That is your freedom and your right. However, your dog can't **** on the road at will. This is very uncivilized."

The dog owner retorted, "People can bear it, but I can't control the dog shitting.

If you tell me how much, I will compensate you. "

"It's not about money. Your dog shit, you should clean it up. This is the basic morality of being a human being, not just walking away. You will cause a lot of trouble to people. Understand?"

"Okay, you are a big man, don't worry about the dog, I will give you twenty dollars, you go to the dry cleaner to wash it, and it will be as good as new."

"What? Do you think this kind of insult can be solved with 20 yuan? I need the 20 yuan?"

"After all, you just want to extort money. Let me tell you, it's impossible. It's only twenty yuan. Do you want it or not?"

"I'm not talking about money, I'm talking about reasoning with you. Only by raising dogs in a civilized manner can similar things be avoided.

You should humbly admit your mistakes and make corrections thoroughly, instead of trying to shirk responsibility with twenty dollars. "

"Wow..." The white long-haired dog barked at the man.

"Look, the dog has a problem with you, take the money and go, or I won't be able to stop it from biting you later." The dog owner handed over twenty yuan, and saw that the white man refused to accept it. , and threw it directly to the ground.

The woman turned and left. Most of the residents in this neighborhood are Asians, and she is not afraid of white people. Besides, the big baby is by her side, which can give her a sense of security.

Can't help cursing, "It's another stinky x, who has trouble with dogs every day, nagging, nagging, my old lady is on a leash, and wants to do something.

Blindly stepping on dog **** and blaming others.

shameless. "

The white man looked down at the twenty dollars, then at the back of the woman and the dog, with a trace of indifference in his eyes, "It is because of you guys that Los Angeles has become like this...

You are all responsible! "

"boom!"

Luke fired seventeen rounds at the target.

The magazine is emptied directly, cool!

Luke took off his orange earmuffs and checked the pistol and magazine.

The target moved over.

At a distance of ten meters, they basically hit the target, which looks densely packed.

Every shot will produce a huge recoil, continuous shooting is very difficult, and it takes a long time to get used to it.

David came over and jokingly said, "Your target is terrible, but it's not as good as the last time you shot it in the garage."

Luke began to load the bullet, "I'm a real fighter."

"Then you should go to the field to practice moving targets. The enemy will not stand still for you to hit. In actual combat, this kind of fixed target practice is of little significance." David curled his lips, quite disdainful.

"Then you don't go home after get off work, but often come here to practice."

"I'm just killing time."

"It's really boring to pass the time this way."

David pointed to the shooting platform on the easternmost side, where Raymond was standing alone practicing shooting.

Luke shook his head, "Poor married man."

David loaded the magazine, "Do you want to compete?"

"How to compare? Compared to what?"

"Standing shooting and high kneeling shooting, only the ten rings that hit the heart are counted, and the losers go to the bar to treat guests. How about it?"

"Then compare."

"boom…"

In order to enhance his actual combat ability, Luke has consciously trained his marksmanship.

Today officially took the first step.

The result was not ideal, David won.

Luke wants a drink.

It doesn't matter, just for fun, he is not short of money.

After gun practice, Luke wanted to invite Raymond to go with him, but he declined.

Luke and David go to a nearby bar for a few drinks.

Talk about cars, talk about women, time flies by.

It was past ten o'clock in the evening.

Luke returns to the Redo community on a Harley.

With the lessons learned from last time, Luke lowered his speed when he entered the community road.

It was this foresighted move that allowed him to avoid a small traffic accident.

A guy with no quality actually lost a shoe on the road.

What an idiot.

After driving not far, a white shadow appeared from the green belt ahead.

Look carefully, it is the white-haired dog from last time.

The guy is scuttling down the road again, and Luke brakes.

"fuck!" is really invariable.

Luke went over to check, but this time the dog was a little different. It looked listless, and the white hair was even stained red.

what's the situation?

"Ahhhh..." The long-haired white dog let out a wailing sound, expelling more air and less air, and seemed to be dying.

Out of professional instinct, Luke felt that something was wrong, took out his pistol, stepped forward to check, and found a wound on the dog, like a wound left by a gunshot.

Blood oozes from the wound.

Luke looked in the direction where the long-haired white dog was running, and found that there was also blood on the green belt. The dog must have been injured for a while.

Soon, Luke realized the seriousness of the problem.

Luke has met the owner of this dog, and he is very 'protecting the owner'.

Gouzi was shot. It stands to reason that the woman would be very distressed. It is impossible to let the dog stay outside to fend for itself.

Another point is that the gunshots were loud. It stands to reason that shootings in the community cannot be so peaceful.

Luke guessed that the opponent used a silencer when he fired.

Familiar technique.

Is that the murderer?

How did you happen to be in the community where you live?

Another adventure card?

Not right.

According to Luke's analysis, the suspect is probably Benjamin Nassi.

The other party has always felt that immigrants have robbed him of his job and is hostile to immigrants.

This is an Asian community, and the dog owner is unreasonable.

If the dog owner and Benjamin Nashy had conflicts, it would certainly be bad luck.

It can only be said that it is reasonable and unexpected.

Luke knew which house the woman lived in. After calling Susan to report, he decided to go to the house to check the situation first.

Although the woman is uncivilized, she is not guilty of death.

As a policeman, I can't ignore death.

Luke walked lightly to the house, the door was closed, and nothing unusual could be seen from the outside.

Luke didn't force his way in, and walked to the window lightly, planning to check the situation in the house first.

The lights in the room were not turned on, so it was dark.

Luke squinted his eyes, adjusted to the light, and looked carefully at the situation in the room through the moonlight.

A figure was found against the wall. It was a woman with a pale complexion, staring at the window with wide-eyed eyes...

(end of this chapter)

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