Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

Las Vegas Police Station.

It was Luke's first time at the Las Vegas Police Station.

The way he had arrived had irked him; he had been flanked by two SWAT team members all the way here. Although he wasn't handcuffed, the treatment wasn't exactly friendly either.

Upon arriving at the station, Luke was led into an interrogation room, and out of habit, he scanned the surroundings and spotted a camera in the upper-left corner.

Luke didn't really mind; being observed was normal.

He sat in the chair, reflecting on his actions tonight from his perspective, he saw no issues.

About fifteen minutes later, an African American man in a police uniform entered the interrogation room, closing the door behind him, "Sorry to keep you waiting; I was just reviewing your body cam footage."

Luke said, "Since you've seen the video from the body cam, isn't it time to let me go?"

The African American officer avoided the question, "I am Michael Bunt, the Police Chief of the Las Vegas headquarters."

"I am Luke Lee, Assistant Captain of the Los Angeles Detective Bureau." Luke took out a pack of cigarettes, "Care for one?"

Michael shook his head, "We have a no smoking policy in the Las Vegas Police Department."

"OK, then I'm leaving." Luke stood up.

Michael waved a hand, "Assistant Captain Luke, please continue; there are exceptions to every rule. Before you go, we need to talk."

Luke smiled, he didn't actually need to smoke, nor was he trying to cause trouble; he just wanted to test the attitude at the Las Vegas Police Station, "Chief Michael, what would you like to discuss?"

"Why did you come to Las Vegas?"

"To vacation. I was hoping to win some at the casinos, but ended up losing quite a bit. I probably won't play again."

"Did you come alone, or with others?"

Luke spread his hands, "Is this an interrogation?"

"No, just a casual conversation. I'm just trying to verify the situation at the time. If this were an interrogation, it wouldn't be just me here, you know."

Luke gave a bitter smile, "It's actually a sad story, I came here with my girlfriend."

Then... I was dumped."

"Dumped?"

"Yes, it's just us here, no need to repeat it."

"Hmm, that is quite sad. Any chance of mending things?"

"What? You planning to set me up with a new girlfriend?"

"No problem, we have plenty of beautiful girls in Las Vegas; you're always welcome to settle down here."

Luke nodded, "That's a tempting offer. I'm somewhat intrigued, but I'm afraid my chief might beat me up."

Michael was silent for a moment, "Buddy, on behalf of the Las Vegas Police Department, I want to thank you for your assistance tonight. You timely stopped the shooter, preventing further casualties.

You're a hero.

You deserve a commendation, and I believe the Las Vegas Traffic Police will award you a medal."

"Thanks, but right now I just want to get back to my hotel and sleep well." Luke was not interested in a medal from the Las Vegas Police.

If he really wore such a thing back to Los Angeles, his colleagues would laugh him to death.

"Of course you can." Michael handed Luke a document, "Buddy, sign this agreement, and you're free to go."

Luke glanced at the document; it was a confidentiality agreement from the Las Vegas Police Department.

The gist was that Luke had to keep tonight's operation a secret and could not disclose any information about the shooting incident and its details publicly.

The case's press conference would be managed by the Las Vegas Police.

Luke could provide any thoughts or suggestions to the Las Vegas Police, but he was not to promote or accept any interviews from the media in a personal capacity.

Michael said politely, "You can use my pen."

Luke looked at the confidentiality agreement, feeling the urge to tear it apart, "Do I need to call a lawyer?"

"Not at all, you just need to sign here, and you're free to go. Of course, we might want to talk to you again later.

Hope you don't plan on leaving Las Vegas anytime soon.

Of course, you can also approach us with any thoughts, requests, or troubles you might have." Michael's words seemed to hint at something.

Luke leaned back in his chair, "I can agree to not speak to the press for now.

But there's no need to sign the agreement.

I trust the Las Vegas Police Department.

And I hope your department trusts me as well."

Michael leaned forward with his hands on the table, speaking earnestly, "The psychotic shooter fired for over nine minutes, discharging thousands of rounds and injuring over eight hundred people. It will be recorded as the most devastating shooting in America's history.

Assistant Captain Luke, you are a cop too; you should understand the significance of this case. What would you do?"

People's emotions are not interchangeable; everyone has their own views and interests.

"So I agree not to go public for now, but I want to retain my right to free speech." Luke crossed his arms over his chest, showing some discontent.

It was like being demanded to sign a divorce agreement without discussing the distribution of property first—how was that possible?

Luke had risked his life to subdue the shooter, not to be a hero, and certainly not to be a laughable unknown hero.

What he wanted was tangible benefits.

The Las Vegas police didn't offer any benefits but wanted him to sign a confidentiality agreement right away—how could that be acceptable?

Of course, he had also picked up from Michael's words earlier that Luke could propose any ideas.

But was Luke a fool to make demands in their territory, under their surveillance and monitoring, exposing his stances?

Given such an attitude from the other party, Luke was definitely not going to sign the agreement.

Once he signed, Luke would be put in a passive position, losing his right to make public statements.

Michael continued to persuade, "Assistant Captain Luke, the whole world is watching this case, the entire world is scrutinizing America's police forces.

"You are also a part of the American police force."

"We must unite, we must present a united voice."

Luke laughed, elevating the conversation to encompass all of America.

"You from the Las Vegas Police Department can't represent the entire American police force, let alone the Los Angeles Police Department."

"To really treat me as one of you, do you have to force me to sign a confidentiality agreement?"

Luke knew what they were worried about.

The room where the gunman was found was considered the most dangerous place by everyone, and even the Las Vegas police feared it like a tiger.

But Luke ventured alone into the den and subdued the gunman. Afterward, a humorous scene unfolded—Luke was chatting on the phone with friends and family in the room.

It wasn't until nearly an hour later that the Las Vegas police dared to enter the gunman's room.

This itself was the ultimate contrast, satire, and absurdity.

The Las Vegas police might be laughed at by the public because of this, but what did that have to do with Luke?

Even if he hadn't subdued the gunman immediately, given the Las Vegas police's temperament, they still wouldn't dare to attack the gunman quickly and would still be ridiculed by the public.

Luke had no obligation to pay for their actions.

"Ding-ding-ding…" Luke's phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number. Luke pressed the answer button, "Luke, this is Frank, can you recognize my voice?"

"Yes, Chief, I'm honored to receive your call."

"How are things on your end? Is the injury serious?"

Luke's eyes shifted, "Yes, I was shot in the chest, and it does hurt quite a bit. I suspect my heart might be injured."

"Where are you now?"

"I'm in the interrogation room at the Las Vegas Police Department."

"Why didn't you go to the hospital?"

"I wanted to go to the hospital, but they insisted I sign a confidentiality agreement and wouldn't let me leave without signing it."

"Ignore the confidentiality agreement and hand the phone to them."

"Yes, Chief."

Frank's words made Luke feel he wasn't alone but rather represented the entire LAPD.

Inspector Michael, our chief wants you to take the call," Luke said assertively.

Michael hesitated for a moment, then took the phone, "Hello, I am Michael Bunt, the Chief of Police for the Las Vegas headquarters…"

After a few words, Michael left the interrogation room with the phone.

A few minutes later, Michael came back with a gloomy expression and returned the phone to Luke, "Someone will take you to the hospital shortly. I also hope you can keep your promise to keep the shooting incident confidential for now."

Luke smiled, "Does what you just said still count?"

Michael frowned, "What did I say?"

"Introducing me to a girlfriend."

Michael "..."

…

Under the arrangement of the Las Vegas Police Department, Luke was taken to the Las Vegas downtown hospital.

Upon entering the hospital, Luke underwent a comprehensive physical examination and was initially placed under observation while waiting for the results.

Luke was placed in a single room with a nice environment, a private bathroom, and access to television and internet.

Luke also kept in touch with his colleagues in Los Angeles.

A familiar voice echoed in Luke's mind, "Congratulations host, on your significant accomplishment at the Las Vegas Music Festival shooting incident, preventing the gunman from continuing to shoot, you are awarded 160 lottery draw opportunities."

160 times!

Impressive, Luke had never received so many rewards before.

Although the case was straightforward, there were many victims in the shooting, and the case had a huge impact. Luke guessed that this was the reason for the generous reward.

He bet right.

Lottery!

The pointer stopped, Diving Card…

Luke drew 160 times continuously.

He obtained a total of 15 cards.

Among them were two new cards, each with different abilities.

Diving Card, 3[Can rapidly learn diving skills within three hours]

Diving and swimming are different.

Luke could swim, but only mediocrely, he really couldn't dive. This skill was quite cool.

Muay Thai Card, 4[Can quickly learn Muay Thai skills within three hours]

Muay Thai is one of the most formidable practical combat skills in the world, unlike the singular style of boxing, it uses the limbs — fists, legs, knees, and elbows — as weapons to strike.

Sharp, vigorous and dominant.

It could compensate for the inadequacies of boxing's leg techniques to some extent.

Besides the new cards, he also drew 8 old cards, making up for the shortage of cards used.

He also received 145,000 US Dollars as a reserve.

The total reserve amounting to 566,000 US Dollars.