Five minutes later, the patrol police arrived at the scene to provide support.

Luke led the patrolmen into the house to search.

The murderer has left.

The room is a little messy.

The dog owner was leaning against the wall, with two walls on his chest. Blood was flowing down his body, and his body was still warm. He probably died not long ago.

His eyes were wide open and he was staring straight ahead, seemingly refusing to rest in peace.

She was already changing, but God didn't give her enough time.

At this time, Luke also felt a little emotional in his heart. He had seen the other person two days ago and was killed in the blink of an eye.

Luke began to inspect the scene and simulate the events of the crime.

The murderer was probably following the deceased.

After the deceased opened the door, the murderer also broke in. The long-haired white dog tried to bite the murderer, but was shot by the murderer. The long-haired white dog was frightened and ran out of the house.

The murderer forced the dog owner close to the house with a pistol, and the dog owner leaned helplessly against the wall.

And the murderer opened fire, hitting the heart and killing him directly.

The murderer then ransacked the house and fled.

Of course, the above is just Luke's speculation, and he is not completely sure whether the murderer is Benjamin Nassy.

Ten minutes later, Susan and others rushed to the scene.

Luke reported the situation to her.

Susan checked the scene, "Do you think the murderer is Benjamin Nash?"

"Yes."

"Is there any evidence?"

"I saw a thick-soled rubber shoe with dog poop on it on the community road. I can let the investigation team identify whether it matches the murderer's shoes.

The other thing is to check the surveillance and bullet mark identification around the community."

Susan nodded and did not continue to struggle, "Are there any witnesses around? Or someone who saw the suspected murderer."

"No.

However, I asked the neighbors and found out that there was a red Honda car in the deceased's home, with the license plate number 5eeb324.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, someone saw this car leaving the community, and it was probably the murderer who drove away."

Marcus asked, "Since the murderer had killed someone, how could he dare to drive away the deceased's car? He was not afraid of being tracked by the police."

Luke explained, "There is a time difference here. The deceased lived alone. Even if he was killed, it would be difficult to find the body immediately.

When the police discover the body, they will have to wait until tomorrow at the earliest. By then, the murderer will have already abandoned the car and fled, and there will probably be no trace of him.

The murderer never expected that I would find the body so early.

Of course, I have to thank the dog for this."

Marcus asked, "Can the dog be saved?"

Luke shook his head, "I don't know, he has been sent for treatment."

Susan followed Luke's analysis and said, "The suspect can choose other ways to escape, which would be less risky.

The other party chose to drive away directly in the deceased's car, indicating that he was in a hurry and probably wanted to escape Los Angeles.

Without further ado, we must act.

Luke, collect surveillance around the community.

Jenny, contact Honda and ask them to help locate the car.

Marcus, call Matthew and ask him to call the surrounding surveillance cameras to track the red Honda car."

"yes,captain."

Downtown Los Angeles.

A red Honda car parked in the alley.

A man wearing a baseball cap got out of the car, carrying a backpack, and entered the adjacent apartment building.

The apartment building was a bit dilapidated and in disrepair, and there wasn't even a doorman.

The door of the Honda was still open, but I don't know if I forgot to close it or if it was intentional.

It is estimated that before dawn, he will be driven to an unknown car repair shop.

The man wearing a baseball cap did not go upstairs. Instead, he walked to the basement. When he reached the second floor of the basement, he felt that the air was obviously much more humid.

There is an iron gate on the second floor of the basement, and there is a black man guarding the door.

A man wearing a baseball cap knocked on the door and said, "Hey, I'm here to get some goods."

The black man glanced at him, "Name?"

"Linton."

The black man checked the record book and said, "No, there is nothing for you today. You have to wait until tomorrow."

"I want it expedited."

"Everyone wants to rush it. If it can't be done, it just can't be done. If the process is not right, it is likely to be found to be fake."

"I'm willing to pay more, and I'll get the certificate tonight."

The man wearing a baseball cap took out ten green bills from his pocket and handed them into the iron gate.

"Help."

"Wait." After the black guard finished speaking, he put the money in his pocket and entered the room inside.

When he came out again, he pointed his five fingers at the man wearing a baseball cap and said, "If you want to expedite it, you need to add $5,000."

"Fuck, you guys are just vampires."

"It's because you didn't show up at the agreed time. If you want to rush, you have to pay more, or you have to wait in line.

It’s not easy to do our business. If we are here today, we may change places tomorrow. By then, let alone 5,000 US dollars or 10,000 US dollars, we may not be able to find us.

This opportunity cannot be missed." The black guard looked like he wanted to take it or not.

The man wearing a baseball cap sighed, took out five thousand dollars from his bag and handed it into the iron gate.

The black guard took the money and grinned, "The goods will be picked up in an hour."

Time passes minute by minute.

The man wearing a baseball cap sat directly on the ground and waited.

after an hour.

The black man handed a paper bag to the iron gate and said, "Remember, you have never been here."

The man wearing a baseball cap opened the paper bag and pulled out a driver's license, "Never see you again."

Having this thing gives you an extra layer of protection, and it's time to leave.

The man wearing a baseball cap came out of the apartment and glanced in the direction of the red Honda. Sure enough, it was gone.

The man in the baseball cap had a complicated expression, "These bastards will destroy this city sooner or later, they are a bunch of rotten people."

The man wearing a baseball cap walked to the side of the road and prepared to take a taxi to leave.

Suddenly, a black Dodge car stopped on the side of the road, and a black-haired man got out of the car.

Eyes facing each other.

The man in the baseball cap lowered his head instinctively, turned around and walked forward along the road.

Luke saw Benjamin Nash.

He has been a police officer for many years and has great experience in identifying people.

Luke took out his pistol and shouted at the man wearing a baseball cap, "lapd! Don't move, raise your hands!"

"Hey, you arrested the wrong person. I didn't commit a crime."

"Let me see your hands, now."

David also took out his pistol and warned, "Hey, don't get yourself into trouble, you're not facing a gun."

The man in the baseball cap had no choice but to slowly raise his hands. There was a bandage on his right hand, as if he was missing a finger.

Luke stepped forward and cuffed his hands, "What's your name?"

The man in the baseball cap replied, "Linton."

"Stop being clever, there is no point in lying now, just like your finger, once it is broken, it will never come back.

I'll ask again, your name."
To be continued...