Los Angeles Detective Chapter 357

  Chapter 357 Raid

  Vaughn Jiu-Jitsu Club.

  Because of practicing jujitsu here, Luke is more familiar with the club's situation. There are only two floors, and the structure is relatively simple.

  Office, training room, lounge, tea room, changing room, utility room, among which there are more than one training room, big and small.

  Luke searched the entire Jiu-Jitsu club, but found no other injured, and also kept the photos of the scene for the first time.

   Immediately, the police, firefighters, and ambulance personnel also entered the scene.

  Luke showed his police badge and temporarily withdrew from the Vaughn Jiu-Jitsu Club.

   Latino teenager Christian was also carried out of the club. Luke stepped forward and asked, "Are you okay?"

  Christian still seemed a little panicked, "Have you found Coach Natasha?"

   "The situation at the scene is more complicated, and it cannot be determined for the time being." Luke asked perfunctorily, "What happened before the explosion or after we left?"

   "I... remember, after you guys left, I chatted with Coach Natasha for a few words, and then handed over the signed courier to her.

  She took the courier up to the second floor, and it didn't take long before an explosion occurred. "

  Luke recalled that after the competition, he also heard Christian calling Natasha to pick up the courier, and according to Christian's description, the courier was probably the item that exploded.

   "Do you remember the person who delivered the courier?"

   "He was wearing the uniform of the USP express company, he was a white man, he was wearing a hat, and he looked like he was in his twenties..." Speaking of this, Christian seemed to have touched the wound on his face, and he grinned in pain.

  The female doctor in charge of first aid said, "Sir, please hurry up, we are going to take him back to the hospital for treatment."

  Luke nodded, "How tall is he, what accent or more obvious features?"

   "Shorter than me, about 180cm tall, he has a tattoo on his right wrist."

   "What kind of tattoo?"

   "I only glanced at it, I can't remember the pattern, I only remember the approximate location."

   "Is it the courier you signed for Natasha?"

"Yes."

   "How long did it take from when you signed for the delivery to when the explosion happened?"

   "I don't know the exact time...it should be less than ten minutes."

   Luke frowned slightly. This time didn't seem long, but if the courier had a problem, ten minutes was enough for him to escape.

   "Anyone else suspicious?"

"No."

  Christian was carried into the car by emergency personnel.

  Luke still stayed at the scene and did not go to the hospital with the car, "You take care of your wounds, and I will see you."

  Christian tried to straighten up, his voice choked up, "Is Coach Natasha dead?"

  Luke said truthfully, "This requires the police to investigate the scene before they can reach a conclusion."

   The doors of the ambulance close, and Luke watches as the ambulance leaves the scene.

   A cordon has been drawn up around the area. The first layer outside the cordon is the reporters, and there are many spectators beside the cordon.

  Luke smelled a familiar fragrance, turned his head and looked at Orti, his beautiful face was covered with dust, except for his slightly red eyes, he had regained his usual calmness.

  Luke asked, "Before the explosion, did you find anything unusual?"

  Orti thought for a while, "No, what happened so suddenly, my mind is a little messed up.

  Will you be in charge of investigating this case? "

  Generally speaking, Luke rarely takes the initiative to ask for work for himself. Even if he encounters some emergencies, he never takes the initiative to ask to be responsible for the investigation of the case. Most of them handle the cases assigned by the police station.

   But this time was different. Natasha was his own Jiu-Jitsu instructor, and she was killed at a distance of less than two hundred meters.

   "I'll try my best."

   "Thank you, I thank you for Natasha."

   "It's still early to say this, you and Natasha are more familiar, has she encountered any trouble recently?"

   "I don't know either. Natasha and I have studied jujitsu for a while, but we rarely ask her about her personal affairs.

  But once I heard her mention by chance that her biological parents died very early, and she was adopted by a couple of Eastern European descent.

   Perhaps, you can contact her adoptive parents. "

"I will."

  Luke sent Orti away and contacted Deputy Director Reed.

  This kind of bombing can't be investigated by ordinary patrol police, either it will be taken over by the Police Detective Bureau or the FBI.

  Given Luke's knowledge of the scene and the victim, Reid let him take over the scene directly and immediately sent support.

  If other people took over the scene, facing the mess left by the explosion, it would take a lot of time to understand the situation and survey the scene, and it would be difficult to get a clue for a while.

   But Luke was different. He was near the scene when the explosion occurred and had contact with the two victims. He has now grasped the basic situation, surveyed the explosion site, and kept the original photos of the scene.

  He already has some clues and can investigate directly, saving a lot of time.

  Luke arranged for the patrol to collect the surrounding surveillance and look for witnesses.

   Half an hour later, the deputy team also led people to the scene.

  Luke asked the deputy team to stay at the scene, and he led the team to investigate.

  The survey is divided into three directions,

  Raymond and Jenny investigate the situation of the USP express company and determine the identity of the courier who delivered Natasha.

  Xiao Hei and Potter went to Natasha's house to search.

  Jackson is responsible for contacting Natasha's family.

  After arranging the task, Luke saw the deputy team walk out of the club holding a handkerchief covering his mouth and nose, and asked, "Have you seen the scene?"

   "Yeah, luckily I haven't had dinner yet. Why are you here?"

   "I'm here to learn Jiu-Jitsu. Not long after I left, there was an explosion here."

  The deputy team asked, "Do you know the deceased?"

"Yes."

   "Can you identify the deceased?"

   "No."

   Judging from the current situation, Luke felt that the deceased should be Natasha, but the body was seriously injured and the appearance was difficult to identify.

  The deputy team suggested, "Based on my experience, it is better to determine the identity of the deceased first."

"I see.

  That's why I ask you to stay on set, there is no one in Los Angeles with more experience than you. "

   "It's the first time I've seen the captain flattering the deputy team." The old man left after saying a few words.

  Luke is not in the mood to joke now, and asked Jackson on the side, "Have you contacted Natasha's family?"

   "Yes, I found the address of Natasha's adoptive parents."

"very good."

  The black SUV slowly stopped in front of a white two-story villa.

  Luke got out of the car and looked around habitually. There were lights on in the house and a few sunflowers planted in the yard.

  The two walked into the yard, Jackson walked to the door first, and rang the doorbell, "Ding dong..."

   After a while, the door opened, and it was a tall white old man who opened the door, "Hi, handsome boy, what's the matter?"

  Jackson looked at the other party, "Are you Mr. Sergey Belanov?"

"it's me.

   We haven't seen each other before, who are you? "

   "I am Detective Jackson of the Robbery and Murder Division, and this is our Captain Li."

   "Robbery and Murder Division?"

"Yes."

   "What do you want from me?"

   "We came because of Natasha."

   "What happened to Natasha?"

   "Tonight, there was an explosion in Natasha's Jiu-Jitsu club. The situation is serious. Let's find out more about it."

   "My God! Is Natasha hurt? How is she?"

   "The explosion happened in Natasha's office, and according to a member of the club, she was inside..."

   "nonono..." Sergei Belanov held the door frame with his hands, his eyes were red, and his voice was choked up. "Are you sure that Natasha was killed?"

   "No, it is not yet certain."

   "Honey, who is there?"

  Sergey Belanov took a deep breath, "A friend invited me to have a few drinks, I'll go out for a while."

  Sergey Bielanov closed the door, "Please don't tell my wife...she has a heart condition and cannot accept such a blow."

   "Let's talk in the car."

  The three of them got into the car, and Sergey Belanov sat in the back seat with a dazed expression, "Can I have a cigarette?"

"certainly."

  Sergey took out the cigarette with trembling hands, and took out the lighter, but he couldn't light it after several attempts.

  Luke took out his lighter to help the other party light a cigarette.

   "Thank you." Sergey Belanov took a few puffs of cigarettes before his expression eased.

   "I can't believe this happened, we had dinner together two days ago, I can't accept it..."

  Luke asked, "Is there anything unusual about Natasha recently?"

   "I don't know. She is a strong child. She knows that my wife is not in good health, and she is afraid that she will worry. She always reports the good news and not the bad news."

   "Do you have any other children?"

   "We have an adopted son, but he's not in Los Angeles right now."

   "Are they close?"

   “They have a good relationship, but not too close.

  My adopted son is a few years older than Natasha. Soon after Natasha came to our house, he went to college and seldom came home to live. "

   "When did you adopt Natasha?"

  “When my adopted son was about to go to college, my wife and I decided to adopt another child. I always wanted a daughter, and I hoped that she would come and hug me as soon as I got off work.

   But there is always a gap between ideas and reality.

   Natasha was 12 years old when we met her, she was quiet, not lively, not the type I wanted to adopt.

  We originally wanted to adopt a child who was innocent and lively and would bring laughter to the family.

   But Natasha is different. She is very boring, as if she always has something on her mind, and she always likes to stay in a corner silently.

  The time we went to the orphanage, we didn't find any children we wanted to adopt. "Sergey Belanov took a few puffs of cigarettes and sighed,

   "Fate is a wonderful thing.

  After returning home, my wife kept thinking about Natasha, felt sorry for her, and wanted to protect her.

   Later, we went to the orphanage with gifts.

  After several contacts, we decided to adopt Natasha.

   It turns out we were right, Natasha is a good kid. "

   "Do you know the news about Natasha's biological parents?"

  "No, the information about her biological parents is confidential, and Natasha doesn't want to mention it, so we didn't ask."

   "Has Natasha offended anyone?"

   "Not as far as I know."

   "Does she have someone close to her?"

   "A few months ago, there was a sixteen-year-old kid in her foster home. I've seen that kid a few times. It was a Latino boy."

"What's his name?"

   "Christian."

   "Why did she foster Christian at home?"

  “Natasha is a kind child. She hopes to help those children who have lost their parents, help them out of their predicament, and give them a home.

   In my opinion, this is a love pass, and we are very supportive of her.

   How is Christian? "

   "He was also affected by the explosion, but his injuries are not serious, and he has been sent to the hospital for treatment."

   "It's terrible, why did this happen? Have you caught the suspect who planted the bomb?"

"not yet."

   "God will punish them, surely..."

   After finishing the notes, Luke and Jackson drove away.

   "Captain, do you know the deceased?"

   "She's my Jiu-Jitsu instructor."

   "You are good at boxing, why do you still learn Jiu-Jitsu?"

   "I don't want to be robbed of my gun."

   "OK." Jackson was a little embarrassed, and tactfully stopped talking.

   "Zizi..."

  The intercom rang, and it was Raymond who spoke, "Captain, we have found the person who delivered the courier to Vaughn Jiu-Jitsu Club.

  His name is Brando Salvatore. According to the software location provided by usp express company, we determined his location. "

"where?"

   "Near 307 Tomalis Avenue.

  He was driving a black Ford sedan with license plate number 7JKb376”

   "Very well, we meet up near there."

   "Received, I will contact the patrol police to assist in the search."

   Jackson turns left onto 307 Thomas Ave.

A few minutes later.

  Raymond's voice sounded again on the intercom, “Captain, we have rushed to Tomalis Street and found the black suspect vehicle.

   It's heading south now.

  I posted the location in the group. "

   "Are you sure to stop?"

  Raymond said, "The traffic here is a bit heavy, so it's difficult."

   "We are nearby, and we will rush over as soon as possible." Luke clicked on the chat group location and showed it to Jackson on the side.

"receive."

  Jackson determined the location of the suspect vehicle and accelerated the speed again.

  After a while, the walkie-talkie rang again, "Captain, the suspected vehicle suddenly ran a red light at the intersection.

   There were a few cars in front of us, so we couldn't follow immediately.

  We are already chasing, but we haven't found the suspect vehicle for the time being. He may have turned off the taillights.

  I re-posted the location, and the car was still heading south. "

  Luke asked, "Have you been found?"

   "We are very careful, he can't find us stalking, I can guarantee it."

   "We are also nearby, continue to track."

"receive."

  Luke clicked on the new position, and said to Jackson on the side, "Now is your chance to perform."

  Jackson slammed on the accelerator, "I should have driven my BMW earlier."

  Luke reminded, "Chasing a car is not necessarily faster, but smarter.

   Intercept early in his likely lane. "

  Speaking of which, Luke began to study the map. The streets where the car disappeared extend in all directions. It is not easy to set up a card to stop it, but Luke still contacted the patrol department and asked them to help intercept the suspected vehicle.

  The suspect vehicle suddenly speeds up and throws off the police car, indicating that the other party has a ghost in his heart, which is probably related to the bombing.

   Just as Luke was researching the suspect's escape route, Jackson's voice suddenly remembered, "Captain, a black Ford sedan appears ahead."

  Luke looked up, and there was indeed a black Ford sedan in the distance, but it was too far away to see the license plate clearly. Luke took out a telescope to observe, and the license plate number was different from the suspect vehicle.

   "Accelerate and catch up."

   "Is that the suspect vehicle?" Jackson's voice was a little excited.

   "Different license plates."

   "Then why chase it?"

   "If you can't catch up, it is."

   "Understood." Jackson stepped on the gas pedal again, the car roared, and the speed increased by a few minutes.

   At this time, the car has already driven to a relatively remote road section, and the number of cars on the road has decreased significantly.

  The black SUV drove extremely fast and successfully passed the cars in front, but the black Ford sedan was not slow, and the distance between the two sides did not decrease.

   Luke turned on the siren, "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

  The surrounding vehicles began to give way, but the Ford car was still driving rapidly.

   "That's it." Luke sent the location and the new license plate number in the group, and turned on the walkie-talkie, "I found the suspect vehicle and drove west on Newbint Street."

"receive!"

  Luke contacted the patrol department again, told them the new suspicious license plate, and asked them to set up a card ahead to intercept it.

  The two cars started a chase.

  Ahead, there was an intersection without traffic lights, and the black Ford sedan rushed past without slowing down.

  Jackson habitually let go of the accelerator, but the speed is not slow either.

"boom!"

  Suddenly, a red car drove over in the transverse lane and hit the rear of the car Jackson was driving.

  The SUV car turned on the spot, and Jackson held the steering wheel tightly so as not to lose control. Even so, the car drifted a long way and hit a utility pole.

"boom!"

  Luke has a feeling of riding a roller coaster. Fortunately, he is wearing a seat belt and holding on to the handrail, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

  Luke loosened the seat belt, and the belt had already drawn red marks on his body, "Are you not injured?"

  Jackson was sweating from fright, panting heavily, "No, I'm fine."

  Luke took out his pistol and got out of the car to check. He looked at the red car that caused the accident more than ten meters away. The front of that car was also hit, but because of the slow speed, the damage to the car was not serious.

  Luke was about to go over to check it out. Just after walking a few steps, the front and rear glass on the right side of the red car opened at the same time, revealing two black gun muzzles, "Bang bang..."

  Two AKs fired at Luke and the SUV.

  Luke hurriedly bent over and sprinted, hiding behind the SUV car. The police cars are all reinforced, which are more bulletproof than ordinary cars.

  Jackson also got out of the passenger car and hid on the side of the car, "Captain, who exactly did we encounter?"

   "Dead people."

  Luke recalled the direction of the red car, "Jackson, cover me."

"are you sure?

   Just use this? Jackson shook the pistol. It happened so suddenly that police gear and rifles were in the trunk of the car.

  Luke's tone was firm, "You don't need to show your head, you shoot from the front of the car, and I shoot from the rear."

   "Captain, you have to be careful."

   "I will, take care of yourself."

  Jackson took a deep breath, stretched his right hand over the front of the car, and fired in the direction of the red car, "Bang bang bang..."

   Whether it can hit or not depends on luck.

  Luke used a 'precision card', then rolled on the ground to the rear of the car, aimed at the firelight of the co-pilot, "Bang bang bang..."

"ah!"

  It was already dark, and it was difficult for Luke to see the situation in the car clearly, but he heard a scream.

   "Fuck! Tommy got shot.

  GOGOGO!"

  The gunman in the back row of the car also noticed Luke, and fired at the rear of the car, "Da da da..."

  Luke hurried back to the side of the car to avoid the bullet.

   "Woooooooooooo..."

  The red car gasped hard and drove fast.

   Luke runs out from behind the car, shoots at the car again, "Bang bang..."

   It's just that the sky is too dark at this time, and the distance is far away, so the probability of hitting is very small.

  The red car also responded with a "da da" and fired again.

  The opponent's firepower was too strong, and it was dark, so Luke could only dodge first. When Jackson took out the rifle and body armor from the trunk of the car, the red car had stopped shooting, turned off the taillights, and disappeared from sight.

  The scene of the crash was a mess, with bullet casings scattered all over the floor, and a pool of blood.

  (end of this chapter)

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