Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

[Congratulations, Host, for successfully solving the Kabool Mountain car robbery and assault case, rewarded with 50 lottery draws.]

Luke heard the familiar voice in his head.

Lottery!

The pointer stopped, Rifle Card[Learn and improve rifle skills quickly for three hours, limited to rifle use.]

Luke had drawn fifty times, and in total, he got four cards.

They were two new cards, Rifle Cards

Two old cards, one Identification Card and one Lip Reading Card

Although the winning rate wasn't high, the Rifle Card was exactly what Luke needed at the moment.

He now had a total of fifteen types of cards, namely:

Adventure Card, 3

Identification Card, 3

Bullet-Proof Card, 2

Boxing Card, 2

Lip Reading Card, 1

Accuracy Card, 3

Lock Opening Card, 2

Detection Card, 2

Pistol Card, 1

Profile Card, 2

Observation Card, 1

Driving Skill Card, 2

Micro-Expression Analysis Card, 1

Criminal Investigation Sketch Card, 0

Rifle Card, 2

This time, apart from the four cards, Luke also won $46,000.

Now, the system reserve funds amounted to $421,000.

This was also the reason Luke wanted to go to Las Vegas, he wanted to liquidate this money.

Money in the system was ultimately just numbers; it had to be withdrawn to be spent.

Apart from the system reserve funds, Luke also had $35,000 in stocks, which hadn't appreciated much.

And $260,000 in cash.

Luke's total assets now amounted to $700,000.

For Luke, this amount of money was no longer trivial; he didn't want to keep it all in the bank or the system.

Once the system reserve funds were withdrawn, Luke planned to invest, manage finances, or spend the $700,000. Money spent could create more value; otherwise, what's the point of earning it?

Luke certainly wasn't the type to only make money without spending it.

After Luke's persuasion, Daisy finally agreed to put down her work and go on a trip to Las Vegas with him.

After arranging work.

On the morning of July 11th, Luke and Daisy began their four-day, three-night trip to Las Vegas.

The two set off by car from Los Angeles, and then took Interstate 15, about 230 miles away from Las Vegas, a drive of roughly four hours.

The pair chatted as they drove, and at rest stops, they would switch drivers, so they didn't feel tired.

The morning passed quickly, and they made it from Los Angeles to Las Vegas.

Las Vegas is the largest city in Nevada and a world-famous tourist city centered around the gambling industry, known as "The Entertainment Capital of the World" and "The Marriage Capital of the World."

Before coming, Luke had already booked a hotel, the Mandalay Bay Hotel.

This hotel was quite distinctive, with an aquarium in the center of the lobby housing 2,000 marine animals and 1.5 million gallons of seawater for them to swim in.

The hotel has 3,309 guest rooms and a casino covering an area of 135,000 square meters.

In addition, the hotel also has large banquet halls and conference rooms, as well as a variety of restaurants, shops, a fitness club, and a theater.

Essentially, one could eat, drink, play, and have fun without ever leaving the hotel.

The casino here never closes; people tired could go up to their rooms to rest, then, upon awakening, could go back down to the casino to keep gambling. Hungry, they could head to the buffet and eat their fill for nearly $20.

This was a paradise for the wealthy, truly a city that never sleeps.

Of course, the hotel prices here were not cheap; a king-size bed room cost $1,000.

But for Luke, that wasn't much; he booked three nights straight.

Once at the hotel, it was already past noon; they completed the check-in procedure, brought their luggage to the room, and then went to the hotel's buffet for a meal.

Daisy took a sip of red wine, "Do you have any plans?"

Plans, Luke certainly had them.

Four days and three nights, and considering they had to return to Los Angeles on the fourth day, they effectively only had three days.

Luke had made arrangements before coming.

After arriving today, first to get familiar with the casino, he wasn't much into gambling; if not for needing to liquidate the system reserve funds, he might not have come to Las Vegas at all.

But to liquidate system reserve funds, there's no doubt that a casino city is the most convenient, the quickest, and least likely to arouse suspicion.

The problem was, he hadn't gambled before, nor did he know how to play, so today was for getting familiar.

Tomorrow, to win money.

Of course, his confidence stemmed from the system reserve funds.

The day after tomorrow, he would spend a day with Daisy enjoying Las Vegas.

And the day after that, they would return to Los Angeles.

His plan was full and well-arranged, but he couldn't tell Daisy.

Luke countered, "How about you?"

"No plans."

"I've heard this hotel's casino is quite large. I've never been to a casino before; how about we go check it out?"

Daisy nodded noncommittally, "OK."

After dinner, both of them headed to the casino.

The inside of the casino was glorious, adorned with all kinds of gambling equipment. Right upon entering, they saw rows of slot machines, nearly all of them occupied.

Luke had always thought that casinos would be crowded at night, but when he arrived, he realized he was wrong.

The casino was bustling with people coming and going, gambling games of all sorts, such as roulette, blackjack, baccarat, craps, and so on.

Luke exchanged two thousand US dollars for chips, the largest worth a hundred dollars and the smallest worth five dollars.

Luke gave Daisy a thousand dollars and kept a thousand for himself.

He didn't intend to win money with this thousand dollars; he was just adopting a learning attitude.

Daisy didn't seem interested in gambling either, only keeping five hundred dollars for herself and giving the remaining five hundred to Luke.

The most abundant fixtures in the casino were the slot machines, present in almost every area. Luke decided to start with them to begin his journey of monetization.

...

The city of Los Angeles.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

A black Audi Q5 was driving on the road.

Inside the car sat the West family of three.

Sitting in the backseat, Margret West, only sixteen, had a somewhat youthful face. She was the female victim of the Santa Monica Beach carjacking case and also the one who reported the crime.

Her boyfriend, Gil Bruce, had been shot by the assailant during the carjacking.

Margret West had also been strongly assaulted by the criminal.

Her physical injuries had healed, but her psychological trauma was difficult to overcome.

Today, her parents took her to see a psychologist.

Her mother, sitting in the passenger seat, said, "Margret, are you hungry, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Margret shook her head, "I'm not hungry."

Her father, driving, slowly said, "Margret, you heard what Dr. Magis said just now. He suggested that changing environments might help you. I'm thinking of transferring you to a new high school. What do you think?"

Margret flatly refused, "No, I don't need that."

Her father tried to persuade her, "I'm doing this for your own good. A new environment, forgetting the past, looking forward—life is still long."

Margret argued, "I haven't done anything wrong, why should I escape, why should I fear other people's looks, I am the victim.

Gil was shot dead right in front of me, I can't forget, nor will I forget."

Margret's father, too, got a bit irritated, "Don't talk about that guy Gil anymore.

I never agreed with your relationship, he was no good, and forgetting him wouldn't be such a bad thing."

Margret's eyes widened as she questioned, "What do you mean? Why must you speak ill of Gil, he's dead, and you're still slandering him."

Margret's mother quickly turned around to soothe her daughter, "Dear, don't get agitated, your father cares about you."

Margret's father also softened his tone, "I went to the police station and asked around. The man who killed Gil is the brother of Gil's ex-girlfriend.

Gil got his ex-girlfriend pregnant but shirked away from responsibility and broke up with her just like that.

After that, he started dating you, so her brother sought revenge on him.

It was he who harmed you. If it had not been for him, this incident would never have happened."

Margret yelled, "I won't let you talk about him like that. That's not the truth. You don't know Gil.

The police don't know Gil either; they only want to finish their job. Gil is not what they say.

Gil explained that situation to me; his ex-girlfriend had a messy life, slept with many guys, and the child in her womb wasn't his.

She didn't go looking for the baby's father to take responsibility. Why should she pin it on Gil?

Gil never intended to deceive me, and he wouldn't do that.

He was innocent; it was her crazy brother who...

I still can't believe that he died right in front of me.

I really liked him... sob..."

Margret burst into tears.

Margret's mother comforted her while signaling to her husband with her eyes, motioning him to stop talking.

Margret's father sighed with a look of helplessness, full of both pity for his daughter and the feeling that she was being too naive.

He took out the keys and unlocked the front door.

"Creak…"

By the light of the moon, he faintly felt like there was someone in the house, but it was too dark to see clearly, thinking it was just his imagination.

Upon flipping the wall switch, the lights came on.

He saw a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old Caucasian girl sitting on the sofa, her face bearing a strange smile, "Hello, Mr. West."

West stepped back twice, standing at the doorway, shouting, "Who are you? Why are you in my house? Get out of my house right now, or I'll call the police." As he spoke, he pulled out his phone to dial 911.

The girl seemed unfazed, unconcerned about him calling, stood up, and said indifferently, "My name is Anna James, I'm Gil's ex-girlfriend.

Gil and your daughter caused the death of my father, did you know about that?"

West showed a look of surprise, "What are you talking about? What do you want exactly?" As he spoke, he had already dialed 911, "I need to report a break-in, there's an intruder in my house..."

West didn't finish speaking when a look of horror crossed his face.

Anna tugged at the strap on her shoulder, pulled out an M4 rifle from her back, held it with both hands, triggered the firing mechanism, her actions were fluid and professional.

West turned to run.

But it was too late.

"Da da da..."

The sound of gunfire broke the night's silence.

West was hit by several bullets, falling at his own doorstep, blood spilling everywhere.

Anna walked to the door, her right foot stepping into the pool of blood, looking out at the car in the yard, "My father always said, 'a life for a life!'"