Los Angeles Detective Chapter 541

  Chapter 541 Accident

   Nighthawk Gun Shop.

  This store is located in a street-facing store in the center of Los Angeles. The store is small, only fifty or sixty square meters, and there are two pots of pine trees at the door.

  There are all kinds of 1911s in the store, colorful and with various accessories, there is nothing you can't think of, and there is nothing you can't do.

  In the store counter, a gray-haired old man was eating peanuts. He looked up at Luke, "Hey, tough guy, good afternoon."

  Luke cut to the chase, "I want a custom 1911."

  The gray-haired old man threw the remaining peanuts into his mouth, clapped his hands, wiped his hands with a wet towel, and then dried them with a special towel, "Tell me your request."

  Luke said, “I'm a law enforcement officer, often involved in street fighting, more practical.

  First of all, we must ensure the power of the gun, stable performance, and a better grip. The overall performance is biased towards M1911A1. On this basis, some more user-friendly modifications should be made. "

  The gray-haired old man took a black leather notebook and wrote down, "Sir, what is your budget?"

   "No budget."

   "The price of a custom pistol may be higher."

   "As long as the performance is superior, the price is not an issue."

   "Do you often carry a handgun?"

   "Never leave the body."

   "Do I need to install a special sight?"

"unnecessary."

   "OK, I will introduce you to a few guns, you can try the feel, if you think it is suitable, we will match the shape and color of the pistol."

"OK."

  Afterwards, the old man took a double-barreled pistol from the shelf and put it on the counter, and then went to pick out other guns.

  Luke picked up the double-barreled pistol. This pistol is wider than ordinary pistols, and it looks quite interesting.

  The gray-haired old man introduced, "This gun can fire two bullets at the same time, with a capacity of 14 bullets, which is very powerful. The disadvantage is that the recoil is a bit large."

  Luke held the pistol and loaded it, felt it, and put the gun back on the counter, "The grip is not very good."

  The old man put away the double-barreled pistol, and took out five more pistols one after another, each of which was modified on the basis of 1911, but with different emphasis on performance and more user-friendly.

  Luke felt the remaining five pistols, and they all felt good in the hand, "Can I try it?"

   "Of course, please come with me."

  The gray-haired old man called a young man in his twenties to watch the store, and he himself took Luke to the basement.

  The area of ​​the basement is much larger than the store above. There are two fixed targets and a small shooting range for actual combat training.

  Luke installed the bullets and tried all five pistols. The performance of each gun was good. Luke carefully compared and selected the best, and found two with the best performance.

   Subsequently, Luke used these two pistols for actual combat training, and finally chose the most suitable Nighthawk 1911.

   The length of this gun is 209 mm, which is one centimeter shorter than the M1911A1. Don't underestimate this centimeter. It is difficult to change the shape of the pistol without changing the performance.

  A corrosion-resistant special alloy is used, which is lighter. The handle of the gun is made of anti-slip texture, which is very comfortable to hold, the trigger is very flexible, and the performance in all aspects is the best.

   Luke asked, "How long does it take to order this gun?"

   "Is there any room for improvement for this gun model?"

"unnecessary."

   "Do you need to mark characters or patterns on the gun body?"

   “I would like to have my initials engraved on it.”

  The gray-haired old man took out a tablet, "You choose the color of the pistol."

  Luke looked at the tablet. There are many colors of pistols. He directly ruled out some fancy colors and chose a black barrel and dark brown handle.

  The gray-haired old man said, "There is not much to improve the pistol, it can be completed in about five days, and it will take two days to mail it from Berryville, and it will take a week in total.

  You can pick up the gun after seven days. "

"How much?"

   "This Nighthawk 1911 is custom-made with a special alloy. It is strong, wear-resistant, lightweight, and the workmanship is very sophisticated. The price is also slightly higher, $7,000."

  The price is indeed not cheap, but this is a guy who eats. He can save his life at a critical moment, and Luke will not be stingy. "Is there a discount?"

   “Our prices are always the same, but I can include a matching holster and two spare magazines, seventy rounds.”

   "Seventy rounds of ammunition are not enough. After I get the gun, I still need to be familiar with the performance and feel of the gun."

   "I can give you 140 bullets."

   "Deal." After all, it is for life-saving, and Luke does not intend to lower the price.

  The two discussed the details of some custom pistols.

   It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon when I left the Nighthawk gun store.

  The sun is still very high, and Luke's mouth is so dry that he didn't even drink his saliva.

  There is a convenience store around the corner, and Luke wants to go in and buy a bottle of water.

   As soon as he walked to the door of the convenience store, a black kid in his teens ran over. Just as the two passed by, a little black hand reached out to Luke's pocket.

  The opponent's movements are very subtle, and it is difficult for ordinary people to detect, but Luke's observation skills are far superior to ordinary people, and he noticed the abnormality at the first time. He grabbed the black child's arm and said, “Hey, kid, your hand is in the wrong place.”

  The black child just touched Luke's pocket, and was caught, "Sorry, sir, I didn't mean it."

   "Do you know where the nearest police station is?"

  The black child showed a nervous look, "Sir, please, don't send me to the police station.

   I dare not in the future. "

   "So, you admit that you just wanted to steal something from me?"

  The black kid said pitifully, "Yes sir, I'm hungry...

  I haven't eaten for a day, please let me go. "

"Where are your parents?"

"died."

   "What a poor boy." Luke let go.

  The black child breathed a sigh of relief, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and Luke's hand also rose, and then fell heavily, smacking the slightly raised corner of his mouth.

"Snapped!"

   This slap was so powerful that it directly knocked the black child to the ground. He was dizzy, his cheeks were swollen, and he was stunned.

   "This slap is for your parents, don't steal from now on, not everyone will be as kind as me.

roll! "

   "Woooo..." The black child got up from the ground, crying, and ran to the distance.

  Luke walked into the convenience store, and a young female clerk behind the counter was looking out, "Sir, what happened?"

   "I just met a thief."

   "The security around here is really not very good, do you need my help to call the police?"

   "No need. The thief was young and underage. I patiently educated him and told him that it was wrong to do so. He also admitted his mistake, and then let him go."

  The female clerk praised, "Sir, you are such a caring person."

  Luke spread his hands, "Everyone says that, but I just did what I was supposed to do.

  I believe that everyone will do this when they encounter similar situations. "

"you're right.

  Sir, what do you need? "

  Luke then picked up a pack of wet wipes from the counter, pulled out one, wiped his hands, and put the rest of the wet wipes on the counter.

  The young black female clerk bit her lip and clenched her fist vigorously, with a strange look on her face.

   Luke pointed at the wipes, "How much?"

   "Uh...wait a minute." The black female shop assistant picked up the scanning gun.

  Luke put his hands on the wipes and stared at her, "Just tell me, how much?"

   "Ugh... there are so many items in the store that it's impossible for me to remember the price of each item."

   Luke stared at each other, "Your forehead is sweating?"

   "Maybe it's a little hot today, and I'm not feeling well."

  Luke picked up a bottle of red wine from the shelf beside him, "How much is this?"

   "I said, I can't remember everything..."

  Luke interrupted the other party, "I didn't ask you to remember the price of each item, but you must know the price of one item anyway." Luke pointed to the wine bottle, "Guess."

   "Five dollars?"

"Expensive."

   "Four dollars?"

  Luke shook his head, "One more chance."

   "$3?"

   "$2.95. You're not familiar with the way convenience stores list prices."

  The black female clerk had a straight face, "I'm new here, and I haven't fully familiarized myself with the goods in the store.

   Also, I don't want to play this childish game with you anymore, if you want to buy something, please check out.

  If you don't want to buy, please leave. "

  Luke took out his police badge and hung it on his chest, "Do you know that kid who stole things?"

  The black female clerk looked at the police badge and took a deep breath, "Sir, I don't know him. I only see him playing nearby occasionally, and he may be a nearby resident."

   "But your facial features look alike."

   "Sir, if you are dissatisfied with my work, you can complain to my store manager, but please don't target me."

   "You think I'm targeting you?"

"Yes."

  Luke glanced around, "OK, where is your store manager?"

   "He is checking the goods in the storage room, I will call him."

  The black female clerk turned around and left, walking faster and faster, bypassing the shelves and running directly to the door of the convenience store.

  Luke seemed to have guessed this a long time ago, took out his pistol, and ran straight to the door of the convenience store, "lapd, don't move!"

  The black female clerk didn't know whether she didn't hear it, or she didn't want to pay attention, and continued to run outside.

   "Fuck!"

  Luke accelerated to catch up, threw the opponent down, held the opponent's arms, put on handcuffs, "Congratulations, you have been arrested."

   "Why did you catch me?"

   "I flashed the police badge and told you not to move, why did you run?"

   "I want to go to the bathroom."

  Luke pulled her up from the ground, pressed her against the wall, and searched her body. "For a good reason, I will have someone take you to the police station toilet, which is more suitable for you."

   "Sir, please, please let me go.

  I have a seventy-year-old grandmother and three younger siblings to support. If you arrest me, they will not be able to continue their lives. "

   "Don't worry, I will let the police contact the child welfare agency and arrange their lives."

  The black woman shouted, "No, please don't do this, don't break up our family!"

   "Then tell me, why did you appear in this store?"

  “I...passed by and saw that this store was closed, but there was no roller shutter, but the glass door was locked, so I wanted to go in and get something to eat.

  My siblings are very hungry, I have no money to buy food, I need to take care of them. "

   "So, you admit that you are a thief?"

"Yes."

   "What's your relationship with that black boy thief at the door?"

   "That's my brother."

   "Is he watching for you?"

"Yes."

   "You have cooperated very well. It should not be the first time you have done this kind of thing."

   "Please, don't catch me.

  We were just too hungry and didn't think about hurting anyone.

  We just wanted to get something to eat. "

   "Go tell the jury, maybe they will sympathize with you." Luke pointed to the corner, "Squat there, don't move!"

   Luke was not very interested in this kind of petty theft case, so he called the old rookie John directly, "Dude, did you go to work today?"

   "Yes, I'm on patrol, what's your order?"

   "I caught a thief near the Nighthawk gun store on Davis Street, and I'm going to hand it over to the patrol. Are you interested?"

   "Of course, I happen to be nearby and be there in ten minutes."

  Ten minutes later, John and the Asian policewoman Lucy rushed to the convenience store.

   "Now you two are partners?"

   "No, it's just a temporary shift." John pointed to the black female shop assistant squatting in the corner, "Is that her?"

  "Yes, I went into a convenience store to buy something, and found her suspicious. I revealed my identity, asked a few words, and then she started running.

   There is no one else in the convenience store. "

   Lucy asked, "How did you get into the convenience store?"

   "Unlock."

   "Where's the owner of the convenience store?"

  The black woman argued, "I don't know. The convenience store was closed when I came. I was just starving. I wanted to get something to eat, but he happened to see me."

  John and Lucy changed the handcuffs for the female black thief and escorted her into the police car. Then, Lucy went to contact the owner of the convenience store, and John and Luke stood on the side of the road talking.

  John asked curiously, "What are you doing here?"

   "I went to Nighthawk Gun Shop and got a custom gun."

   "Nighthawk 1911?"

"Yes."

  “I always thought that I could only go to Arkansas to customize it. It turns out that there are also here. If I have time, I would like to go around too.”

   "I'll pick it up in a week, do you want to go with me?"

   "Of course." John rubbed his hands, looking forward to it.

  Suddenly, Luke frowned slightly, "Have you handcuffed that female thief?"

   "I handcuffed her to the car with my own hands, don't worry, she can't run away."

   "I don't think so." Luke pointed to the police car on the side of the road.

  I saw that the door on the rear side of the car was opened, and the female thief got out of the car lightly. Seeing that Luke had spotted her, she turned around and ran away.

  John widened his eyes and said in surprise, "Damn it, I obviously handcuffed her and locked her in the car. How did she break free?"

  Luke was also a little curious, but now is obviously not the time to think, "Grab her first."

   "She's mine!" John was a little angry, feeling that it was his own responsibility.

  Luke and John outflanked from two directions. After approaching the black female thief, John took out his stun gun and shot,

"boom!"

  Two small electric darts hit the back of the black female thief.

  Her body trembled, her feet went limp, and she fell to the ground.

   After a while, Luke had already caught up with her, held her hands, looked at her bare wrists, and couldn't help but wonder, how did she break free from the handcuffs?

  (end of this chapter)

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