Luke walked out of the office, and a black man standing by the water fountain looked at him with an exaggerated expression.

The black man named Marcus was a famous loudmouth in the police detective bureau. "Wow, I thought someone was about to be transferred? It can't be you, right?"

"You heard wrong."

Marcus asked in an accent with his own rap rhythm, "Yeah, if I don't admit it, I will pack up and leave secretly."

Luke glanced at the office and walked further away, "The person who is to be transferred is the captain."

Deputy Vincent asked, "Did the captain say it himself?"

Luke nodded, "Of course, the captain wants me to take over her position."

"Hehe..." Marcus sneered, "Are you kidding me? I'm more qualified to be the captain than you are."

Luke said seriously, "I thought so too, so I recommended you to Captain Susan."

Marcus subconsciously asked, "What did the captain say?"

Luke looked serious and imitated Susan's tone, shouting, "Shut up, disappear from my eyes immediately."

I came out."

Marcus was stunned and couldn't react for a while.

Vice Captain Vincent shook his head, "Marcus, you were fooled."

"Ha ha……"

Other colleagues also laughed.

By the time Marcus realized what was happening, Luke had already returned to his place.

During this period, he was indeed somewhat passive and slow in his work. There were many reasons for this.

A Chinese policeman who becomes a Los Angeles police detective needs to learn and adapt to a lot of things, including culture, life, work, mentality, environment...

It's not easy.

Luke has read time-travel novels before. Those protagonists can quickly adapt to their identities after time-travelling, even better than the original owner of the body.

It's actually very difficult.

Strictly speaking, he was just a rookie now, but Susan measured him against the standards of an elite police detective.

Luke shook his head and suppressed the messy thoughts.

Let's get to work first. The job of the police is to solve crimes.

As long as the 'Taser robbery case' is solved, all problems will be solved.

Luke found information on two cases and started researching.

The suspect's purpose of committing the crime is unclear, and he may be concealing the real motive...

…

8pm.

Fly bar.

After traveling through time, Luke also fell in love with bar culture and would often come for a drink after get off work.

Luke's visit today was not just for fun, he had other purposes.

This bar was renovated last year and has a nice environment with a dance floor, entertainment area, booth area and bar.

There were not many people at this point, so Luke sat on the high stools around the bar.

A bartender wearing a black vest came over and asked, "What would you like to drink today?"

The bartender is a white middle-aged man, Luke is a regular customer here, and the two of them have a good relationship.

"whisky."

The bartender poured half a glass of whiskey and put it on the bar, "Do you need anything else?"

"Bring me five scratch-off tickets."

The United States is a big country with lotteries. There are many types of lotteries. Each state can set up lottery supervision and issuance agencies.

There are retail outlets in bars, supermarkets, gas stations, clubs and other convenient places.

Luke rarely bought lottery tickets before. He thought it was a waste of money.

But now he has an 'adventure card'.

For Luke, who lives in embarrassment, getting rich is the best adventure.

Luke picked up the wine glass and took a sip, holding it in his mouth and savoring it carefully. It was slightly sour and spicy, and the wine was quite strong.

There were snacks in the buffet area, and he chose a small plate of nuts and pretzels. The rest were too sweet and he couldn't bear to eat them.

A smell of perfume wafted over, and Luke turned to look, and saw a young woman walking over.

"Hi, excuse me, we meet again." The woman looked familiar. She was the woman who drove the convertible yesterday.

She wore a black business suit today, which gave her a more capable temperament.

Luke looked at the other person up and down, "Miss, what do you call me?"

"Daisy, just call me Daisy.

Although you didn’t help, you still want to say thank you for my tire.”

Luke smiled, "I'm just afraid that your boyfriend will misunderstand."

"You are so considerate." Daisy said the next sentence and left.

Luke continued to drink leisurely, enjoying the leisurely atmosphere.

"Your scratch-off, Goodluck." The bartender handed Luke a scratch-off.

"How much?"

Luke rubbed his hands, already a little impatient.

"It's five dollars for whiskey and five dollars for scratch-off tickets. A generous lady has already paid for you and gave me a five-dollar tip."

"Who paid for me?"

"That's the beautiful lady who was talking to you just now. She left just now."

Luke shook his head, "I don't need anyone else to pay, I will pay for it myself."

The bartender winked and said, "Hey, relax, this is normal in bars.

You can invite her next time and chat a little more, maybe something else will happen?"

Luke sighed softly, "What I care about is not the drink money, but the scratch tickets.

If I win, who's going to get it? I don't want to cause trouble."

…

After leaving the bar, Daisy walked into a community street.

The light was a bit dim and there were no pedestrians visible in front of the street.

She faintly heard footsteps behind her, turned around and saw a man following her in the distance, whose appearance she couldn't see clearly.

Daisy was a little nervous and quickened her pace.

The footsteps behind him became more and more urgent, getting closer and closer.

Wearing high heels, she couldn't run away from him and almost staggered her feet.

She panicked and put her right hand into her bag, as if searching for something.

She took out a small bottle from her bag and turned to face behind her. The man was wearing a baseball cap, but his appearance was still unclear, "Who are you?

Why...No..."

Before Daisy finished speaking, she saw the man take out a gun from his bag.

"boom!"

Daisy fell straight to the ground as if she had been shocked by an electric shock, and fell unconscious instantly.

A man wearing a baseball cap came over, kicked the bottle out of Daisy's right hand, and dragged her to the corner of the street.

The man in the baseball cap opened the travel bag in his hand, put Daisy's satchel inside, took off Daisy's shoes and threw them in, then reached for his shirt...

Suddenly, a voice not far away said, "LAPD, raise your hands!"

"Fuck! How could there be police?" The man in the baseball cap looked shocked.

"Hands up!"

"Don't shoot!" The man in the baseball cap looked at Luke and slowly raised his hands.

Luke walked a few meters away from the suspect with a gun in both hands, "face down on the ground, with his hands behind his back."

"Sir, you may have misunderstood. She is my girlfriend. She is sick and I am helping her."

"Shut up, look forward, and don't move."

Luke held the gun in his right hand, took out the handcuffs in his left hand, pressed his knee on the suspect's body, cuffed him from behind, and took off his pants.

"You have the right to remain silent.

If you do not remain silent, anything you say can be used as evidence against you in court.

You have the right to be consulted by an attorney during your trial.

If you cannot afford a lawyer, the court will provide you with a lawyer free of charge."

After reading the Miranda warning, Luke's old feeling of being a police officer came back.
Chapter completed!