Robbery and Murder Division, Interrogation Room No. 1.

Before officially handing Sost over to the FBI, Luke wanted to try again.

If Sost was willing to plead guilty, there would be no need to hand him over to the FBI for interrogation.

Although it's unlikely, at least you won't have any regrets after trying it, and you can give an explanation to your subordinates.

Luke can make the decision in this matter, but he still has to consider the emotions of his men.

Luke led Jackson into the interrogation room, where Sost had been handcuffed beside the interrogation table.

Luke looked at the other person and said, "Soest, you look good. I'm glad that you have begun to adapt to the life inside."

"Hmph, it sounds like I have a choice."

"I'm here today to give you one last chance to make a choice."

"Tell me and listen." Sost leaned back and changed into a comfortable position.

"We've identified the person behind the North Hollywood bank robbery."

Sost smiled, "I don't know who was behind the scenes at all. I only know that Marbury, the mastermind of the case, has been killed by you guys. Bang bang bang. I bet you have killed more people than me."

"I kill people who break the law."

"Yes, you kill someone in accordance with the law and do not have to bear any responsibility. But we are different. If you are caught, you will go to jail."

"Don't complain, if the Los Angeles police don't kill bad guys, the safety of Los Angeles citizens cannot be guaranteed and social order will be broken.

By then, the citizens of Los Angeles will pick up guns and personally punish those who break the law. Without the constraints of the law and the police department's rules, they will only become more brutal.

If you are caught by them, you will die miserably and not even a hair will be left on your head, let alone sitting at the interrogation table and talking nonsense to me."

"Haha, I really yearn for the world you describe. To me, disorder is the best order."

"It is precisely because you have this idea that you are sitting where you are now. And you don't have to yearn for it. You will soon enter another world and enjoy the order inside.

In addition, I have another piece of good news for you. Your lawyer, Burne Woolf, has surrendered to the police and confessed the relationship between you and Muriel Baldini.

The reason why you killed Jacob Johnston and robbed the North Hollywood bank was because you were ordered by Muriel Baldini.

We have now captured Muriel Baldini, and even if you try to hide it for her, it will be useless."

Sost stared at Luke, "Captain Li, tell me, what did I say to Burne Wolfe?

If you can repeat the conversation we had, I will listen to you."

"Soest, I'm just saying this. You should know very well that the police have investigated the case clearly, and there is no point in making excuses."

Sost sighed, "Maybe, but what's the point if I don't quibble?

Can you offer me a favorable plea deal? Or let me go?

If you can't, I'll ask you to get out. It means nothing to me whether there is someone behind this."

"Soest, since you have been arrested, you should accept legal sanctions honestly. This is what is best for you."

"Shit, I don't care about the bullshit law, why should it punish me?

I am not even afraid of death, but I am still afraid of you policemen. Do you think you can scare me with just a few light words?

Stop trying to get anything from me."

Luke said, "You have chosen the wrong path."

"I know very well what the rest of my life will be like. I don't need you to comment on it, and you can't change anything."

"OK, then there's nothing to say." Luke stood up and said calmly,

"This person is yours."

"Bang!" With a sound, the door of the interrogation room was knocked open, and Anthony broke in. "I have been waiting for this sentence."

"I wish you... a happy relationship." Luke finished his sentence and left the interrogation room.

Anthony smiled and said, "I will definitely do it."

…

Inside a black Ford Transit.

The cab and the rear row are separated, forming two relatively independent spaces.

Antony personally escorted the robber Sost.

Sost was handcuffed on his wrists and ankles and fixed to the car at the same time. There was a look of confusion on his face. He always thought Luke was bluffing him, but he did not expect that the other party would easily hand him over to the FBI.

The car was driving very fast. There was a school bus ahead with a 'stop' sign on the left side, and the driver hurriedly stepped on the brakes.

Anthony fell forward violently and hit the car with a bang. The law enforcement recorder fell to the ground. Anthony suddenly raised his foot and stepped on it.

Anthony knocked on the car hard and shouted, "Hey, why are you driving? My law enforcement recorder was broken."

"Sorry, I don't want to either. The school bus in front suddenly showed its license plate."

"Drive slower. Don't let something like this happen again. It would be bad if you hit our guests."

"I can't hear what you said clearly..."

"It's none of your business, drive well." Anthony shouted, turned to look at Sost and smiled, "What a troublesome guy."

There was a wary look on Sost's face.

"Don't be so nervous. I don't want to wear this thing for a long time. Let's have a good chat. I'm holding back a lot of words."

"I have nothing to talk about with you."

Anthony took out a photo from his coat pocket, which showed a little Mexican boy. "Do you know him?"

Sost glanced at it and said, "I don't know him."

"His father... is the FBI agent who was killed by you." Anthony carefully put the photo away and sighed, "He is only five years old this year and is a very cute child.

Yesterday...I went to his house...

He asked me, Uncle Anthony, where is my dad? Why didn't you bring my dad back?

I looked into his eyes and listened to his voice...

I can't answer, I can't face him, I feel ashamed... Can you understand that feeling?"

Sost lowered his head and said nothing, his hands trembling slightly.

"Soest, if the child asks me for a father again, can you tell me what to do?"

"You asked the wrong person. I am not God."

"OK, although it's a bit perfunctory, at least you answered." Anthony took out another photo, which was of a five- or six-year-old white girl. "Do you know her?"

Sost's eyes widened and his face became serious, "What do you want to do?"

"Do you know her?"

"Yes."

"who is she?"

"My sister's adopted child."

"I heard that you like this child very much and often send her gifts. I didn't expect that you have such a gentle side."

"Wherever there is sunlight, there will be shadows. Likewise, there will be no shadows without sunlight."

"So, you want to be this girl's light."

"Nothing to do with you."

"I'm very interested in everything about you. I asked the local FBI agent to assist in the investigation. The girl's mother, Chris Moore, died in an accident last year. After that, your sister adopted the girl from a foster care agency.

.

We also found out that you dated Chrissy Moore six or seven years ago. Shortly after the breakup, she became pregnant and became a single mother.

This is your daughter."

"What do you want?"

"I don't want to do anything, just chat.

I never thought a scumbag like you would have such a lovely daughter."

"That's what my sister wants to adopt. It has nothing to do with me."

"Your daughter is very happy now. She has moved into a big house, has her own room, and goes to kindergarten with her cousin every day. She is very happy.

But before she came, the life of your sister's family was not so good. Her and her husband's salary was very low, and they could only rent a house far away from the city. In addition to taking care of the children, she also had to go out to work part-time.

Why did their life suddenly become rich after they adopted your daughter?"

"I have no idea."

"I know, because you are secretly giving them money and using the stolen money from your crime to pay for your daughter's support. It can be seen that you care about your daughter."

"So what? Do you not care about your children?"
To be continued...