Chapter 4

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

The black man, named Marcus, was known for his big mouth in the detective bureau. "Wow, I heard someone is being transferred? It's not you, is it?"

"You heard wrong."

Marcus asked in his natural rap rhythm, "Yeah, I wouldn't admit it either. I'd sneak out with my stuff."

Luke glanced at the office and walked to a more distant spot. "The one being transferred is the captain."

Deputy Vince followed up, "Did the captain say it herself?"

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

"Heh heh..." Marcus let out a mocking laugh, "Are you kidding me? I'm more qualified to be the captain than you."

Luke said seriously, "I thought the same and recommended you to Captain Susan."

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

Luke mimicked Susan's tone with a serious expression, "Shut up, and get out of my sight immediately."

"I'm out of here."

Marcus was stunned, not reacting for a moment.

Deputy Vince shook his head, "Marcus, you've been fooled."

"Ha ha..."

The other colleagues also started laughing.

By the time Marcus realized it, Luke had already returned to his position.

Indeed, he had been somewhat消极怠工 (slacking off) recently, for various reasons.

A Chinese police officer becoming a detective in Los Angeles required a lot of learning and adaptation—culture, life, work, mindset, environment...

It wasn't easy.

Luke had read穿越小说 (time-travel novels) before, where the protagonists quickly adapted to their new identities and even performed better than the original owners.

In reality, it was much harder.

Strictly speaking, he was still a rookie, while Susan held him to the standards of an elite detective.

Luke shook his head, suppressing his chaotic thoughts.

Let's get to work. No matter what, a police officer's primary duty is to solve cases.

Solving the 'Taser Robbery Case' would resolve all the issues.

Luke gathered the files of the two cases and began to study them.

The suspect's motives were unclear, possibly hiding the true reason for the crime...

...

8 PM.

Falcon Bar.

After his穿越 (time travel), Luke also fell in love with bar culture and often came for a drink after work.

Luke's visit today wasn't just for leisure; he had other purposes.

The bar had been renovated last year, with a decent environment, including a dance floor, entertainment area, booth area, and bar.

At this time, there weren't many people around. Luke sat on a high stool at the bar.

A bartender in a black vest walked over, "What would you like to drink today?"

The bartender was a middle-aged white man. Luke was a regular here, and they had a good relationship.

"Whiskey."

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

"Give me five scratch-off tickets."

America is a lottery nation with a wide variety of lotteries, and each state can establish its own lottery regulatory and issuing agencies.

Retail points are available in convenient places like bars, supermarkets, gas stations, and clubs.

Luke rarely bought lottery tickets before, thinking it was a waste of money.

But now he had a 'Fortune Card.'

For the financially struggling Luke, getting rich was the best fortune.

Luke lifted the glass and took a sip, savoring the mild acidity and spiciness. The alcohol content was quite strong.

There were snacks in the self-service area. He chose a small plate of nuts and pretzels; the rest were too sweet for his taste.

A whiff of perfume wafted over, and Luke turned to see a young woman approaching.

"Hi, sorry to interrupt, but we meet again." The woman looked familiar; it was the one who drove the convertible yesterday.

She was wearing a black business suit today, exuding a more professional aura.

Luke sized her up, "Miss, what should I call you?"

"Daisy, just call me Daisy."

"Even though you didn't help, I still want to thank you for my tire."

Luke smiled, "I just didn't want your boyfriend to misunderstand."

"You're so considerate." Daisy left with that.

Luke continued to enjoy his drink, relishing the relaxed atmosphere.

"Here are your scratch-off tickets, good luck." The bartender handed Luke a set of scratch-off tickets.

"How much?"

Luke rubbed his hands, already eager.

"Whiskey is five dollars, scratch-off tickets are five dollars. A generous lady has already paid for you and gave me a five-dollar tip."

"Who paid for me?"

"The pretty lady who just spoke to you. She's already left."

Luke shook his head, "I don't need others to pay for me. I'll pay myself."

The bartender winked, speaking in a worldly tone, "Hey, relax, this is normal in bars. Next time, you can buy her a drink and chat more. Who knows what might happen?"

Luke sighed, "I'm not worried about the drinks, but the scratch-off tickets. If I win, whose prize is it? I don't want any trouble."

...

Leaving the bar, Daisy walked into a neighborhood street.

The lighting was dim, and there were no pedestrians ahead.

She faintly heard footsteps behind her and turned to see a man following her, but she couldn't make out his face.

Daisy felt nervous and quickened her pace.

The footsteps behind her grew faster and closer.

She couldn't run in her high heels and almost stumbled.

She panicked, reaching into her bag, seemingly searching for something.

She took out a small bottle and turned to face the man, who was wearing a baseball cap, still unrecognizable. "Who are you? Why... No..."

Before Daisy could finish, the man pulled out a gun from his bag.

"Bang!"

Daisy was hit as if by an electric shock, falling straight to the ground and instantly losing consciousness.

The man in the baseball cap walked over, kicked the bottle out of Daisy's right hand, and dragged her to a corner of the street.

He opened his travel bag, put Daisy's bag inside, took off her shoes, and put them in, then reached for her coat...

Suddenly, a voice rang out from nearby, "LAPD, put your hands up!"

"F*ck! How could there be a cop?" The man in the baseball cap looked shocked.

"Put your hands up!"

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

Luke held his gun with both hands and approached the suspect from a few meters away. "Face down, on the ground, hands behind your back."

"Sir, you might be mistaken. She's my girlfriend, and she's sick. I was helping her."

"Shut up, look straight ahead, and don't move."

Luke held his gun in his right hand and took out handcuffs with his left, pressing his knee into the suspect's body and cuffing him from behind. He took off the suspect's pants.

"You have the right to remain silent. If you do not remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you."

After reading the Miranda warning, Luke felt like he was back in his old police role.

A voice echoed in his mind, "Completed a fortune experience, the Fortune Card has been activated and used."