Luke and others escorted Benjamin Nassy back to the police detective station.

Deputy Director Red personally greeted him downstairs.

"Luke, I've heard all about it. You did a great job." Rhett took the lead in applauding. "After these two busy days, I will buy you a drink and listen to you tell me about your experience tonight."

Luke smiled and said, "One cup is not enough."

"Then don't get drunk or come home. You are my favorite in the entire police detective bureau, no one else." Rhett praised without hesitation.

"Wow." Luke was really flattered.

Xiao Hei stood nearby with an envious look on his face.

He really wished that the dog had met him.

The deputy team member curled his lips and said, "Red didn't lie, you are indeed his type.

You can guarantee the detection rate and don’t need to pay overtime, so he loves you to death.”

It is often the captain level who really wants the team members to work overtime.

Because their first responsibility is to ensure the detection rate.

Once you reach the level of director, it's completely different.

The detection rate is one thing, and the funding is another.

The Los Angeles Police Department has more than 10,000 police officers, and the annual overtime pay is an astronomical figure. How to save funds is the primary consideration of every department.

This is why lapd likes to engage in plea bargaining, the fundamental purpose is to save money.

A very real problem.

Rhett came here not only to praise Luke, but also to supervise the handling of the case.

The authorities are keeping a close eye on this case. The sooner the case is solved, the better.

At Rhett's urging, the interrogation could only be held overnight.

After resting for half an hour.

Luke and Xiao Hei entered the interrogation room carrying coffee cups.

In fact, Rhett and Susan hope that the deputy team will interrogate the suspect together. Although this old man is not likeable, he has rich experience in handling cases and is safe.

The deputy team doesn't want to.

Before, he had always suspected that Badman Pall was the murderer, and he even argued with Luke about this.

Well, before we spent the night, Luke arrested Benjamin Nassi. He didn't say anything, and he was a bit embarrassed about his face.

Since Luke is a very capable guy, let him be in charge of the interrogation.

What does his interrogation mean now? Those who don't know think he wants to take the credit.

He is an old man and can still work for a few more years, so why bother?

Luke turned on the law enforcement recorder and asked solemnly, "Name?"

"Benjamin Nassy."

"Do you know why I arrested you?"

"no."

"Benjamin, you know what you have done.

These crimes are enough to send you to the electric chair. Only by cooperating with the police can you have a chance to reduce your sentence."

Benjamin Nassi probed, "Detective Luke, what crime have I committed?"

"You killed Haiyan Zhang, the owner of the white long-haired dog, as well as Riley Harry, Badman Pall, and Santos Mendin.

The case has been clearly investigated, and it's useless for you to quibble."

Benjamin Nassy closed his eyes and pondered for a long time. It was difficult to quibble with the stolen goods and he said, "You're right, I killed these people."

After saying that, he himself breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down on the chair.

Luke struck while the iron was hot, "Why kill them?"

Benjamin Naxi sighed, "Because they don't belong to this city at all."

"Do you have a problem with immigration policy?"

“Yes, Los Angeles already has a large enough population that there is no need to immigrate. Even if we immigrate, we should introduce some technological talents, such as big guys like Musk, who can increase local employment.

Instead of introducing some people with low academic qualifications and low quality, their arrival will only take away the few social resources."

Luke followed his words and asked, "You mean Santos Mendine."

"That's right, despite his honest appearance, he is actually a scary guy. When he first arrived at the car repair shop, his skills were very average and he couldn't do many things well. He was often scolded by Carruth, the owner of the car repair shop.

I taught him a lot of things, and he studied very seriously and was very polite to me.

After he learned it, I was fired from the car repair shop."

"You think you got fired from the garage because of Santos?"

"Santos is very hard-working, never fishes during work, works hard without complaining, and his salary is only three-fifths of mine. That stingy Carruth likes such employees.

I know you might want to say, 'Hey, it's not Santos' fault. It's because you didn't work hard that your boss fired you.'

But I am not an isolated case. A large number of immigrants have entered Los Angeles. If they want to live, they will take jobs from indigenous people. There are many unemployed indigenous people like me.

We could have lived a good life, with a stable job, a loving family, and spending time with our wife and children after work.

It's different now. We have to compete with immigrants, put in more effort, take up more time, and our income has actually been reduced.

This is unfair and shouldn't be this way.

Why don't they live a good life in their own country? Why do they go to Los Angeles to steal our jobs when they can work hard in their own country?

I hate Santos Mendin, I taught him skills, but he made me unemployed.

My wife left me, my daughter doesn’t want to see me, and I have nothing left?

Wasn't this his fault?

Shouldn’t he die?”

Benjamin Nassy held his forehead with his hands and covered his eyes, but tears still flowed down the corners of his eyes. "My family and my life have been ruined."

Luke waited for him to calm down and handed him a few tissues, "When did you kill Santos?"

"In the early morning of the 29th, I came home from the bar and saw this bastard's car. The bastard honked at me. I stopped the car in anger and killed him."

Luke could probably guess the situation. A drunk man was walking catwalk on the side of the road. He might also be honking the horn to remind him.

"How did you kill him?"

"With a gun."

Luke looked at his notebook and found that the time didn't match. According to the medical examiner's estimate, Santos' death time was between the morning of March 30 and the early morning of April 1.

According to Benjamin Nassy's description, the crime was committed thirty hours earlier.

Luke drew a mark and asked calmly, "How did you dispose of the body?"

"After the shooting, I was shocked, and when I came to my senses, I knew it was over.

I shouldn't have drank so much, let alone carried a gun. I messed up.

I had a conflict with Santos, and now that he is dead, the police will definitely suspect me.

At first I wanted to bury the body on the spot, but I was afraid that the police would find the body and trace it to me.

Later, I decided to dispose of the body and create an alibi for myself.

To this end, I have also formulated two plans."

Benjamin Nassi sighed, as if he himself did not want to remember, "I dug out the bullets from Santos and put his body in the freezer. I saw on TV that this can change the body.

Temperature and delayed time to death.

Then, I'm going to go out and have some fun and create some alibi for myself.

Even if the body is found by then, I will be able to get away with it."

Luke nodded, "It's a good idea, why didn't it come true?"

"A little accident happened.

On the night of the 29th, I made a full schedule. I ate, drank, and deliberately made a lot of noise. I had a high-pitched talk with a group of frustrated people, criticizing current affairs, and blaming those in the White House for their inaction, as well as Riley Harry.

She vigorously advocated the immigration bill and turned Los Angeles into a mess. She is a traitor to Los Angeles and a shame to Los Angeles.

So, I decided to teach her a lesson, what better alibi could there be?"

Luke asked, "What lesson? Kill her?"

"No, killing Santos was already an accident. I didn't think about killing anyone again. I just wanted to teach Riley Harry a lesson. I smashed the glass of her house with rocks and graffitied on the walls. That's all.

But when I found Riley Harry's house, I saw something interesting from the window.
To be continued...