"Of course, I won't make such a stupid mistake."

"When did you park your motorcycle here? When did you find out it was stolen?"

"At around 7:10 p.m., my colleagues and I came to the Metzk Bar.

I parked my Harley near the entrance of the bar and the show ended at ten o'clock in the evening. As soon as I came out, I found that the motorcycle was missing, and then I called the police."

"Tell me the model, color, license plate number of the motorcycle, is it a special Peugeot, etc.?"

Luke sighed, not used to this feeling. He used to ask other people, but now he is the one being asked, "2021 Harley Fat Boy, black, license plate number, 8LkL518."

"Show me your driver's license and mobile phone number."

Luke handed her his driver's license and gave her his mobile phone number.

The black female patrol officer wrote down the identity information and said, "OK, Mr. Luke, we understand the situation of the motorcycle and will notify other patrol officers to help find it. We will notify you when we find it."

"What do you call me?"

The white middle-aged patrol officer said, "My name is John, and this is my instructor, Officer Aphra."

Luke asked, "Can you leave me your contact information?"

John handed over a business card.

"Thank you for your hard work, I'll treat you to a drink another day." Luke took the business card and waved away.

He didn't say that he was also lapd.

A group of senior police detectives went out for a party. After the party, their car was lost.

He is not the only one who is embarrassed.

"Fuck, damn car thief."
Chapter completed!