Chapter 603 This Is Amerui Gnawing, This Is Our World

Sonia looked a little weird and seemed to want to laugh, but she finally held back: "Okay, my statement is not accurate. In fact, the shortest "limb" is not broken, it's just swollen several times."

Luke couldn't help scratching his head: "So cruel?"

Sonia finally laughed lowly: "Because these guys were trying to rape women, they encountered this "vigilante", and then they were kicked in the lower body by the other side from behind, and then the rest of the limbs were interrupted."

Luke smiled bitterly in his heart, but his face didn't change much: "To be honest, I actually want to do this too. Does the vigilante have any clues?"

Sonia shook her head: "No. All the injured are small gangsters, who like to fight and fight. There is no evidence to prove that they were injured by the same person. And you know, recently, the district attorney and the judge have strongly urged us to lower the case handling rate. Efficiency, reducing the number of filings..."

Luke slammed his mouth: "Well, let's pretend that this Mr. Vigilante doesn't exist. What about the other thing?"

Sonia: "Have you heard the news yesterday? The bodies of three gang members were hung on the Ferris wheel of the East Side Amusement Park."

Luke nodded: "I've heard, isn't this also related to "Mr. Vigilante"?"

Sonia shook her head: "It doesn't matter, it's just that this matter has become a big deal today, and now the district attorney and the judge will be even busier."

Luke raised his eyebrows: "A lot of people died? Or a lot of people arrested?"

Sonia: "This morning, the grapevine inside the police station, from yesterday to today, a lawyer, a district attorney, and a recently retired criminal court judge have all died."

Luke frowned: "Vendetta?"

Sonia nodded: "The lawyer was found drowned in his own swimming pool, and the whole house was set on fire, including himself. The retired judge's house was bombed to the sky, and his body was not enough to fit one. Evidence bag."

Luke's hand tapped on the table.

This method is too cruel.

In particular, the method of the last judge's death is definitely a deep hatred.

However, burning down the house is just a common method used by gangs to destroy the scene, and it is not uncommon.

Sonia could not help looking around for a moment,

Pulling the chair in a little bit, his voice was very low: "It is said that these three deceased people are related to a case five years ago, and the only surviving victim of that case came back."

Luke sighed: "It's been a long time, are you here to slap your face today?"

Sonia was stunned: "What?"

Luke spread his hands: "What you said is that Mr. Vigilante helped beat up the gangsters, or that the victim took revenge on some guys who corrupted money and bent the law. It seems that we legal workers are all villains."

Sonia moved her lips and found herself speechless.

If you think about it, it's true.

She got up angrily, grabbed two bags of lunch, and left: "This is Amerui! This is our world! What can I do?"

Luke let out a hey, and when she saw her turn her head, he smiled: "Thank you for the news."

Sonia held her face for a moment, but couldn't help but laugh. She raised the paper bag in her hand: "Didn't you already pay for the information? Go."

Watching Sonya leave, Luke pondered the first of these two news...

The latter case would undoubtedly be a major case in Los Angeles, but it was an Eastside case, not his jurisdiction.

The point is that the line of lawyer-district prosecutor-judge is most likely a dirty case of corruption and perversion of the law, and he really has no interest in avenging some people who have lost their bottom line.

And the first news...

Luke narrowed his eyes and looked at the time.

It's already 9:20, and a certain guy hasn't arrived yet.

But even if someone arrives, it is impossible for him to ask questions in the bureau, so he is not in a hurry at all.

At this time, another number called in.

He looked at it, and the number was completely unimpressive.

After being connected, he said casually, "Who are you looking for?"

There was a dry and hoarse voice over there: "I, Tony Stark. Where did you get the things you sent yesterday?"

Luke unconsciously sat up straight from the back of the chair, with a smile on his face: "Do you think it's appropriate to talk about this on the phone?"

There was silence for a moment, and then he said, "I'll send a car to pick you up at ten o'clock."

Luke: "Okay, I'm at the police station."

The phone hangs up.

Luke rubbed his chin and chuckled lightly: It's the hardest thing to give back the favor.

Only when he was there thinking about how to communicate with a certain young master, his cell phone rang again.

He picked up his mobile phone again and found that it was another unknown number, and it was still from South America.

Luke still connected it: "Who are you looking for?"

"Luke?" A female voice sounded.

Luke's brain turned: "If you're talking about Luke who "please have a drink," it's me."

The opposite side was silent for a moment: "Well, actually guarana and raspberry juice are not bad."

Luke smiled: "What's the matter?"

The caller was Rebecca.

He didn't think that this guy would call him for no reason.

She should still be hunted down by the mutual aid society, and she should try to avoid external contact.

After a while, he hung up the phone again with a strange expression: "No way? I'm going to intervene in this matter too?"

He took out a chocolate lollipop, slowly peeled off the candy wrapper, and stuffed it into his mouth, but his mind was spinning fast, considering the news he got on the phone just now, and calculating what benefits he could get from it.

It's one thing to help, but it's another thing to see how much you can benefit yourself.

He has never been too much experience points, and he has quite a lot of experience in increasing income and reducing expenditure, and this good habit must be maintained.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, and then someone was flipping the food box on the table.

Luke didn't raise his eyes, just asked, "Didn't have breakfast?"

"You have to ask Elizabeth." Selena's voice sounded.

Luke turned his head: "So, you didn't eat either?"

Elizabeth smiled shyly, holding the kraft paper bag Selena just handed her: "No."

Selena gulps down the crab sandwich, and shoves a beautiful knife around her. "In her refrigerator, there is nothing but a few bottles of soda, not even a slice of cheese."

Elizabeth was a little embarrassed, but not too embarrassed.

The two of them were too familiar with each other.

Luke: "She lives alone. She usually either works overtime or gets up early. Isn't it normal to have nothing to eat at home?"

Selena thought about it too.

Among Americans, it is absolutely rare that Luke likes to stock up on ingredients.

Of course, there are also a few people like Elizabeth who have not prepared any ready-made food.

Elizabeth quickly ran off with the crab sandwich.

Mainly speaking of the issue of cooking, she felt that she still needed to further study. At this stage, she was not qualified to participate in such a high-level cooking discussion.