The two victims in the Taser robbery were stripped naked. It was originally thought that the murderer had some special hobby, but now it seems that it may be related to the striptease profession.

The police checked the situation of the two victims and found that neither of them was engaged in this profession, which was not in line with Luke's inference.

Luke could only think about it from other angles. He searched for a map of Los Angeles on his computer and found out where the two victims were robbed. From the map, it looked like the two locations were not far apart, only a few streets apart.

Luke used the two crime locations as the starting points to search for strip clubs within three kilometers. There was a similar club at the intersection of the two circles - Ball Club.

Luke speculated that the 'Taser robbery' might be related to this club.

If he guessed wrong, he would just show it to the world. He had never seen this kind of show before.

Luke took his cell phone and made a call, "Hey, David, are you asleep?"

David said, "Sleep."

"Come on, I have something to do with you. Let's go out for a drink."

"Where to go?"

"Bol Dance Club..."

As soon as Luke finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

"What a boring old man." Luke complained and dialed the number of little black Marcus again.

A voice with a rap rhythm came from the mobile phone, "Man, tell me what you have to say."

"Do you have time? Go out for a drink."

"This is your first time inviting me to drink. Where are you going?"

"Boll Club."

"Wow, this club is not bad...you have good taste." Marcus smiled evilly.

Luke said, "In twenty minutes, drive to my door to pick me up."

"It's your treat?"

"certainly."

Ten minutes later, a black Ford stopped at the door. Marcus waved to Luke through the car window, "Man, hurry up, I can't wait any longer."

Luke got into the cab and asked, "Have you been to the Ball Club?"

"I've been there once or twice before. The venue is quite big, and there are black girls, white girls, Asians, and Mexicans." Having said this, Marcus patted Luke on the shoulder.

"Hey, why are you suddenly enlightened?"

"Drive well." Luke didn't bother to pay attention to him.

If this guy were a policeman in China, he would have been caught by the police a long time ago.

Marcus parked his car in the parking lot near the club, and the two walked to the door of Ball Club.

There is a light sign above the door that accepts Bitcoin.

"There are two types of dance clubs, one does not charge tickets, and the other does charge tickets. This one belongs to the latter." Marcus made an invitation gesture and motioned for Luke to go ahead.

There were several big men standing at the door checking IDs. Those who were not old enough were not allowed to enter.

After Luke showed his driver's license, he entered the club's gate. There was a ticket counter on the right hand side with a sign saying the ticket was $20.

Luke took out his police badge without paying, "I want to see your boss."

The person in charge of selling tickets was a middle-aged woman. She looked at Luke in confusion, "What's the matter?"

"Are you the boss?"

"No...our boss is not in the club right now."

"It's okay, I can wait."

Luke strutted into the club.

Marcus on the side was surprised and said, "Wow, what's going on now? Are you here to watch the show or to investigate the case?"

"Watch the show first and then investigate the case."

"You suspect this club is connected to the Taser robbery?"

Luke asked, "What do you think?"

Marcus didn't answer, his eyes were already attracted to the stage in the hall.

To be precise, it was a few dancing girls on the stage.

Most of them are white and South American, and most of them are wearing lace. Some are topless, some are not topless, but they all wear thongs.

Some have excellent figures, while others are slightly fatter or flatter.

Regardless of whether this club has anything to do with the Taser robbery, Luke's visit this time was not in vain.

Learned a lot.

Luke ordered two bottles of beer, each costing ten dollars.

Sit on the bar around the stage and enjoy the dance while drinking.

What surprised Luke the most was that there were many female guests present, who were more enthusiastic than him.

Marcus touched Luke's arm, "Man, which one do you like? I like the one next to the iron pipe." Marcus pointed at a black girl, "She's really good, I want to see her perform alone."

Luke took a look and saw that the black girl was average-looking, with decent proportions and a bit fat. She disagreed with Marcus's taste.

Half an hour later, a black man wearing a gold chain came over and said, "Two police officers, our boss invites you to go backstage."

"OK, you lead the way." Luke had already seen it. This thing was just the same thing going back and forth, and it wouldn't be interesting to watch it for a long time.

"Marcus, it's time to work."

"Yeah, good times are always short."

Under the leadership of the black man, the two of them entered the backstage. There were many partitioned cabins backstage. As long as they were willing to pay extra, they could watch solo performances. This was a legal business in Los Angeles.

There were many female dancers putting on makeup and changing clothes backstage. Marcus grinned and said, "Wow, this place is even more exciting than the stage."

The two were brought to a round table, and sitting next to them was a middle-aged man with long hair, red lips, eye shadow, and nail polish, who looked a bit girly.

"Sir, I am Paul, the owner of this club. I heard that you have something to do with me."

"I'm Detective Luke, and this is my colleague Marcus. We want to ask you about two people."

"Although I may not be able to help, I am very happy to..."

"Thank you." Luke took out Tony's photo, "Have you seen this person?"

Paul picked up the photo with two fingers, looked at it, and put it back on the table. "Who is he? Does he have anything to do with our club?"

"We are investigating a robbery case. The man in the photo is the suspect under investigation. He may be a frequent visitor here."

"Sorry, I can't possibly know every guest who comes here."

"Please ask the staff to help identify it."

Boss Paul handed the photo to his subordinate and whispered a few instructions.

A few minutes later, the photo was sent back, and Paul said, "My employees don't recognize the people in the photo. Sorry, it seems they can't help."

Luke put away the photo and continued to ask, "How many female dancers are there in your club?"

"About thirty people."

"As a boss you should know the number of employees."

Paul pondered for a moment and said, "This job is very special and highly mobile. Many people work part-time. They come today and leave tomorrow. If you are happy, you may come. If you are unhappy, you may not come. The number of dancers is often

It’s changing.”

"I'm looking for someone around thirty years old, a white female, with long blond hair, about 170cm tall, probably a female dancer in the club."

Paul asked, "Why are you looking for her? She is also a suspect in the robbery?"

"No, she is not a suspect."

"Then why are you looking for her?"

Marcus said, "Hey, it's not good for you to know too much. Just do what we say. It's in everyone's interest if we finish the work quickly, OK?"

Paul curled his lips and tilted his head to the side, as if thinking about whether there was anyone like him. After a while, he ordered his men, "Call Kelly over."

"Kelly is the only dancer we have who meets your requirements. She is very hot and you will like her."

Soon, a blonde girl wearing a bikini came over and said, "Boss, you are looking for me."

"No, these two police officers are looking for you."

"Wow, you are so beautiful." Marcus stood up and circled around the blonde girl, "Are you a resident dancer here? When will you perform?"

Kelly said, "I'm here from Tuesday to Friday. Sir, do you have anything to do with me?"
Chapter completed!