Luke asked again, "How many of these Tasers do you have in your store?"

"There are really only two, and the other gun was sold in January."

"I want his identification information."

"Okay. But I hope this matter ends here and does not affect my business."

Luke said, "I'm not interested in a little shrimp like you, but if you dare to lie, I promise to let you retire early."

"I don't need to lie about this kind of thing. I'm just a businessman. Nothing is more important to me than business." After the boss finished speaking, he pointed to the stool outside the counter, "Please sit down for a while and I'll go check it out."

Gun purchase records.”

Luke did not dare to let down his guard in the gun store. He scanned the surroundings and remained alert at all times.

"Sir, I found it."

The boss came over and put a piece of information on the counter, "This is the identity information of the customer who purchased the modified Taser."

Name, Tony Weir

Mobile number, 626 863 9845

Purchase date, January 13, 2022

There is also a copy of the driver's license underneath the information.

The photo of the driver's license copy is a bit blurry.

Luke pointed to the camera in the corner of the roof, "Bring up the surveillance video."

"Sir, the surveillance video can only be saved for one month. It is already March and the surveillance video has been overwritten. I can't retrieve it."

"Hand over the hard drive that stores the surveillance video. We will take it back to the police station."

"OK." The boss was a little reluctant, but still followed Luke's instructions.

David on the side was not idle either. After obtaining the customer's name and driver's license, he directly contacted the civilian employee Matthew to verify the information.

Soon, Matthew sent back the details of his client Tony.

"Sir, the hard drive you want." The boss removed the hard drive and handed it to Luke.

David took his mobile phone and clicked on the clear photo of his client Tony, "Is he the one who bought the modified Taser?"

The man in the photo is a white man, who looks to be in his forties and has a mustache.

The boss looked at it carefully and said, "Uh...it looks a bit like it."

David said, "Hey, don't play tricks on me. Look clearly. I want an accurate answer."

The boss looked embarrassed, "There are many customers coming to the store every day. It's impossible for me to remember everyone's appearance clearly. And more than a month has passed, and I really can't remember them clearly."

David was a little dissatisfied and wanted to say something else.

Luke was worried that what happened last time would happen again, so he shook the hard drive in his hand and said, "David, we still have this. Machines are more reliable than people."

David glanced at his boss up and down, "You'd better not lie..."

Watching the two people leave the store, the boss breathed a sigh of relief and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck! Two @#￥%..."

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Black Dodge Challenger car.

David smiled and said, "Fishing for law enforcement, this is what you call using your brain. It's so old-fashioned. My grandfather used this trick when he was a policeman."

Luke smiled and said, "Human history is constant repetition. There is no so-called new and old. The key is how to use it and who will use it."

"Are you planning to study philosophy instead?"

"Yeah, you discovered it. Please call me Professor Luke from now on."

"Come on, let's spend more time on investigating the case." David rolled his eyes, "I got Tony's address from Matthew, should we go meet him? Maybe this guy is a Taser

Gun Robbery's Suspect."

"Gulu..."

Luke's stomach growled, "I suggest we go eat first."

"are you serious?"

"Of course, I don't want to go hungry while working on cases." In his previous life, Luke often went hungry to handle cases, and he suffered from stomach problems at a young age.

If he lives again, he will not make the same mistake again.

The two went to a Mexican restaurant, and Luke ordered a beef burrito, a chicken burrito, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

The burrito is made of cornmeal. The yellow and orange ones look very appetizing. It is wrapped with shredded purple cabbage, shredded carrots, shredded lettuce, grilled chicken or beef, and sprinkles with salad dressing or sweet and spicy sauce. It is full of them when you take a bite.

Happiness.

It's a bit like the domestic flatbread rolls, except that there's more meat here, making you feel fuller.

Very satisfied.

After lunch, Luke felt a little sleepy and got into the passenger cab.

David was speechless and was forced to choose to drive.

"If I were the captain, I would also use you as a model."

Luke didn't even raise his eyelids, "That's exactly what I wanted to say."

David started the car, "Based on your work attitude, I guess you won't have a chance to be promoted to captain in this life."

"David, this world is unfair. Success cannot be achieved without hard work."

"Don't imitate the silver-haired old man's preaching tone. You are not older than me."

"You're right, I'll rely on you to cover me from now on. I'll take a nap and call me when you get there." Luke put down the car seat.

David shook his head and drove to Tony's address.

Luke squinted for more than ten minutes, feeling the car becoming more and more bumpy. He sat up and looked out the window. The scenery on the street had changed drastically.

The streets have become dirty and old, the sidewalks are filled with colorful tents, homeless people can be seen everywhere, and the proportion of blacks and Mexicans has increased significantly.

Luke asked, "It seems that the suspect is not doing very well."

"If you were living a good life, you wouldn't go robbing. There are a lot of drug addicts around here. I guess this guy is probably a drug addict." David sighed softly and frowned.

"You know the situation around here quite well."

"I'd rather I didn't know." David turned on the right turn signal and parked the car on the side of the road, "We're here."

Luke checked the gun. The Glock pistol he used had a magazine capacity of seventeen rounds. It was light in weight, felt good in the hand, and had no external safety. In case of emergency, he could fire as soon as possible.

David took out the SUB-2000 carbine and showed disdain, "Hey, boy, it's time for you to get a bigger guy."

Luke patted his inner thigh and smiled, "I already have it."

David was speechless.

The two came to a dilapidated wooden house and pushed open the damaged wooden fence. The yard was full of weeds and random piles of debris.

David made a gesture to Luke to go to the back door and watch.

Luke held the gun in both hands and walked from the side of the house to the back door. He looked through the glass and found no trace of anyone in the house.

At this time, David knocked on the door from the front yard, "Dong dong..."

no respond.

"Dong dong..."

There was another rapid knock on the door.

David yelled, "Hey Tony, open the door, I know you're home."

There was still no response from the room.

Luke could hear it very clearly from behind. If there was someone in the room, it would be impossible not to hear it.

The wooden house has only one floor and is not large. When observing the situation inside through the window, no abnormality was found.

The suspect was either not at home or hiding somewhere in the house.

Luke returned to the front yard and said, "David, the suspect has probably escaped."

David was silent for a moment and made a silent gesture, "I seemed to hear something moving in the house...yeah, it sounded like a cry for help."

Luke had a bad feeling, "What are you doing again?"

"I heard a cry for help in the house. As police, we have the obligation and right to go in and check." After David finished speaking, he kicked the door open fiercely, "Bang!"
Chapter completed!