Las Vegas Police Department.

This is Luke's first time visiting the Las Vegas Police Department.

It was just the way he came that made him a little unhappy. He was sandwiched between two commandos along the way. Although they were not handcuffed, they were not friendly either.

When he arrived at the police station, Luke was taken into an interrogation room. He habitually scanned the environment of the interrogation room and found a camera in the upper left corner.

Luke didn't pay much attention, it was normal to be observed.

He sat in a chair and reviewed his actions tonight. From his point of view, there was no problem.

About ten minutes later, a black man wearing a police uniform walked into the interrogation room and closed the door of the interrogation room. "Sorry for keeping you waiting. I was just looking at your body camera."

Luke said, "Now that you've seen the video from the law enforcement recorder, it's time to let me go."

The black policeman answered the question incorrectly, "I am Las Vegas Superintendent Michael Bunt."

"I'm Deputy Captain Luke Lee of the Los Angeles Police Department." Luke took out a pack of cigarettes, "Would you like one?"

Michael shook his head, "Smoking is not allowed under our Las Vegas Police Department regulations."

"OK, then I'll go." Luke stood up.

Michael waved, "Deputy Luke, please continue. There are exceptions to everything. We need to talk before you leave."

Luke smiled. In fact, he didn't have to smoke, nor was he deliberately looking for trouble. He just wanted to test the attitude of the Las Vegas Police Department, "Superintendent Michael, what do you want to talk about?"

"Why did you come to Las Vegas?"

"I came here for a trip. I wanted to go to the casino and win a few games, but I lost a lot instead. I will most likely not play again in the future."

"Did you come alone or with others?"

Luke spread his hands, "Is this an interrogation?"

"No, it's just an ordinary conversation. I just want to verify the situation at that time. If there is an interrogation, I can't be the only one, you know."

Luke showed a wry smile, "This is a sad story, I originally came here with my girlfriend.

And then...I got dumped."

"Dumped?"

"Yes, there are only two of us here, there is no need for you to repeat it again."

"Well, it's really sad. Is there any chance of recovery?"

"What? Are you going to introduce me to a new girlfriend?"

"No problem, we have many beautiful girls in Las Vegas. If you want to settle here, you are always welcome."

Luke nodded, "This proposal is very good, and I'm a little tempted, but I'm just afraid that our director will beat me up."

Michael was silent for a moment, "Man, on behalf of the Las Vegas Police Department, I want to thank you for your help tonight. You stopped the gunman from shooting in time and prevented more people from being shot.

You are a hero.

You should be rewarded, and I believe the Las Vegas Police Department will award you a medal."

"Thank you, I just want to go to the hotel and have a good sleep." Luke was not interested in the medal of the Las Vegas Police Department.

If I really wear such a thing back to Los Angeles, my colleagues in Los Angeles will laugh to death.

"Of course." Michael took out a document and handed it to Luke, "Man, after signing this agreement, you can leave."

Luke took the document and glanced at it. It was a confidentiality agreement from the Las Vegas Police Department.

The general content is that Luke wants to keep tonight's action secret and cannot disclose the circumstances and details of the shooting to the public.

The press conference on the case was hosted by the Las Vegas Police Department.

If Luke has any ideas and suggestions, he can report them to the Las Vegas Police Department, but he cannot publicize them personally or accept interviews from any news media.

Michael said politely, "You can use my pen."

Luke looked at the confidentiality agreement and wanted to tear it up directly, "Do I need to call a lawyer?"

"No need at all, you just need to sign it and leave. Of course, we may still talk to you later.

I hope you don't leave Las Vegas just yet.

Of course, if you have any ideas, requirements, or difficulties, you can also mention them to us." Michael's words seemed to mean something.

Luke leaned back in his chair, "I can agree not to accept interviews from the news media for the time being.

But there is no need to sign the agreement.

I trust the Las Vegas Police Department.

I also hope that your police department will believe me."

Michael laid his hands on the table and said earnestly, "The perverted gunman shot for more than nine minutes, fired thousands of bullets, and caused more than 800 casualties. This will be the deadliest shooting in the history of the United States.

Deputy Luke, you are also a police officer and you should know the importance of this case. What would you do if it were you?"

People's feelings are not mutually exclusive. Everyone has their own opinions and interests.

"So I promise not to make it public for the time being, but I want to retain my right to freedom of speech." Luke clasped his hands on his chest, looking a little dissatisfied.

This is like a divorce. The two people have not discussed the distribution of family property, but they directly ask Luke to sign the divorce agreement. How is it possible?

Luke worked hard and risked a lot to subdue the gunman, not to be a hero, let alone a ridiculous unknown hero.

What he wants is real benefits.

The Las Vegas police didn't want to give him any benefits, so they asked him to sign a confidentiality agreement as soon as they got there. How could such a good thing happen?

Of course, he also heard it just now. There were hints in Michael's words that Luke had any ideas to mention.

But is Luke stupid? If he imposes conditions on someone else's territory, and they also monitor and monitor him, what will happen to him if the video is leaked?

With the other party's attitude, Luke would definitely not sign the agreement.

Once the agreement was signed, Luke became passive and had no right to make public statements.

Michael continued to persuade, "Deputy Luke, the whole world is paying attention to this case, and the whole world is watching the American police.

You are also part of America's police force.

We must unite and form a unified voice.”

Luke laughed, raising the conversation to all of America.

You, the Las Vegas Police Department, cannot represent the entire American police department, let alone the Los Angeles Police Department.

Do you really want to treat me as one of your own, and force me to sign a confidentiality agreement?

What does Luke know about their worries?

The room where the gunman was located is considered by everyone to be the most dangerous place, and the Las Vegas police are also afraid of it.

But Luke broke into the tiger's den alone and subdued the gunman, and then a funny scene occurred, where Luke was chatting on the phone with relatives and friends in the room.

It wasn't until nearly an hour passed that Las Vegas police dared to enter the shooter's room.

This in itself is the best contrast, irony, and absurdity.

The Las Vegas police may be laughed at by the world for this, but what does this have to do with Luke?

Even if he didn't subdue the gunman immediately, given the poor behavior of the Las Vegas police, they still wouldn't dare attack the gunman in a short period of time, and they would still be laughed at by the world.

Luke has no obligation to pay for their actions.

"Ding ding ding..." Luke's cell phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar phone number. Luke pressed the answer button and said, "Luke, this is Frank, can you hear my voice?"

"Yes, Director, it's an honor to receive your call."

"How are you doing there? Is the injury serious?"

Luke rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, I was shot in the chest and it does hurt a little. I suspect my heart may be injured."

"Where are you now?"

"I'm in the Las Vegas police interrogation room."

"Why didn't you go to the hospital?"

"I wanted to go to the hospital, but they made me sign a confidentiality agreement. If I didn't sign, they wouldn't let me leave."

"Ignore the confidentiality agreement and give the other party your phone."

"Okay, sir."

Frank's words made Luke feel that he was not alone, but represented the entire lapd.

"Superintendent Michael, our chief wants you to answer the phone." Luke was confident.

Michael hesitated for a moment, then took the phone and said, "Hello, I am Las Vegas Superintendent Michael Bunter..."

After saying a few words, Michael took his cell phone and left the interrogation room.

A few minutes later, Michael walked in with a gloomy face and returned the phone to Luke, "Someone will take you to the hospital in a moment. I also hope you can keep your promise and not disclose the news about the shooting to the public for the time being."
To be continued...