Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

Others shop one item at a time, but not him. He was piling things into the shopping cart as if they were all free.

Val showed a look of disgust, thinking to himself, "Not this disgusting guy again. He just robbed us two days ago, and now he's back. He really thinks I can't recognize him with a mask on."

Val was furious. This masked man had already made a mess of the supermarket last time, and now he was doing it again.

Although Val had been lazy and gluttonous in the past, he had never done anything illegal.

When he had money, he spent it freely; when he was broke, he would go home and mooch meals. But robbing a supermarket? What kind of behavior was that?

"Whoosh..."

The masked black man was tossing a bunch of cans into the shopping cart, but because he grabbed too many and couldn't hold them steady, they all fell to the ground, scattering everywhere.

Val couldn't contain his anger anymore and accused, "Stop right now, or I'm calling the police."

The masked black man looked at Val and retorted, "What do you mean? What are you trying to say? Speak up, so I can record it."

Seeing the other party still daring to provoke him, Val grew even more annoyed, "You shameless guy, I know you, you've been here before.

I really don't know where you get the courage, speaking so righteously about robbing..."

Val wanted to say more but was stopped by the black manager who hurried over, "Stop! Val, shut up. Don't say what you shouldn't."

"Oh, let him speak. I really want to hear," the masked black man took out his phone.

"Val!" The black manager didn't speak but made a serious expression and gestured Zip-your-lip in front of his mouth.

Val was depressed, but he closed his mouth anyway.

He needed the job.

He knew this masked black man wanted to shoplift without paying.

But the problem was, you don't know if he will go to the cashier to pay before he leaves the supermarket.

If you say something inappropriate at this moment, he might sue you for false accusations and defamation.

Not only would Val be sued, but the supermarket could also face a lawsuit.

So, whether it's shoplifting or not, one has to wait until he leaves the supermarket with the shopping cart to know for sure.

Any negative remarks before that could be considered defamation.

All Val could do now was take out his phone and start filming the man.

In fact, not just Val, other customers around were also filming the masked black man, who didn't care at all and continued with his business as if no one else was there.

After the man filled his shopping cart with items, he took out a calculator and began tallying up the price of each item.

Once he confirmed the prices of all the items, he put two back on the shelves and then pushed his cart out of the supermarket.

Val had been watching him the whole time and followed him out, shouting, "Hey, did you forget something?"

The masked man ignored him and kept pushing the cart forward.

Val tried to stop him, "Sir, you haven't paid yet."

The masked man shoved Val aside, "That's none of your business."

Val threatened, "If you don't pay, I'm going to call the police."

"I don't care, do whatever you want," the masked man flipped him off.

Val grabbed the shopping cart, "Do you realize that what you're doing is illegal?

If one day your children see videos of you stealing, what do you think they will think?

Would they be proud of you?"

"Stupid pig, shut your trap, I don't need your lectures.

Don't push me, or I'll hit you," the masked man shoved Val aside again and ran off with the shopping cart.

Watching the man's retreating figure, Val showed a helpless shrug of his shoulders.

The black manager also came out, "This is already the fifth time this month."

Val said, "Sorry, I couldn't stop him."

"It's not your fault," the black manager replied, then instructed, "Go tidy up the shelves he messed up."

Val let out a sigh, pointing in the direction where the masked man had disappeared, "It's like this again, can we only stand by and watch as they rob us, can't we do something?

I really wanted to hit him."

The black manager said earnestly, "Val, this isn't something we can solve by ourselves, this is a problem facing the whole society.

Not just our supermarket, but all the malls and supermarkets are being robbed.

And our supermarket has insurance, the insurance company will compensate for all the robbed items. You go and make a list of the lost goods."

Val felt helpless, "I'm fed up. You better find someone else to do it. I would rather clean toilets than tidy up the mess that guy left."

At this moment, Val was somewhat lost, having been lethargic for many years.

Now that he had finally decided to make an effort, he was faced with such a sickening situation. If no one cared about theft, then what was the point of his job?

He felt that there was something terribly wrong with society.

Isn't robbing illegal?

Of course, it is.

It's just that the cost of crime is too low, which is why so many people participate in shoplifting.

It might sound like a joke, but when you're actually faced with it, it can make you angry, or even make you doubt life.

The negative impact of this is truly frightening.

Especially for Val, he hated this feeling.

He was scared of this feeling.

He was naturally a lazy person, and if the cost of committing robbery was merely a ticket, he feared his own heart would waver.

He might become part of the zero-cost shopping crowd.

To put it bluntly, he was already feeling somewhat discontented within.

If he could simply take whatever he wanted, why would he bother working hard all day?

...

The next morning.

Luke had planned to sleep in, but a system notification woke him up.

[Congratulations to the host for solving the 'Maternity Center Kidnapping Case', successfully capturing two suspects, reward of 10 lottery chances.

The host successfully rescued two hostages, earning the gratitude of the hostages and their families, reward of 20 lottery chances.]

The rewards for rescuing hostages were even higher than capturing suspects.

But that made sense, suspects could be caught at any time, but hostages might be at risk of being killed, and successfully rescuing them was no easy feat.

A lottery interface appeared in Luke's mind.

Draw directly!

After thirty draws, he won 3 cards and $27,000 US Dollars.

One of the cards was an old one, an Observation Card

Two were New Truck Skill Cards [for quickly learning and improving driving skills]

This new card's skill took Luke by surprise.

Many people knew how to drive, including Luke.

But knowing how to drive and being skilled at driving were different.

This skill would be quite useful in car chase scenarios.

Take for example, the very trafficker in the series Guo Delsen, with a car at his disposal, he was unstoppable.

Once he drove his little Audi, no cop could catch him.

At this moment, Luke had a total of thirteen types of cards.

Adventure Card, 2

Identification Card, 2

Bullet-Proof Card, 2

Boxing Card, 2

Lip Reading Card, 0

Accuracy Card, 3

Lock Opening Card, 2

Detection Card, 1

Pistol Card, 1

Profile Card, 2

Observation Card, 1

Driving Skill Card, 2

Micro-expression Analysis Card, 1

In addition, Luke had also won $27,000 US Dollars.

The system reserve fund was up to $293,000 US Dollars.

Having not monetized in a while, Luke felt he should think of a way to cash in.

While Luke was thinking, Daisy, who was sleeping beside him, also slowly woke up.

Luke kissed her on the forehead, "Good morning, Miss Lawyer."

"No, it's not good at all, your bed is too hard."

Luke said, "Sleeping on a hard bed is good for your health, you'll get used to it."

Daisy yawned, "What are we having for breakfast?"

"Let's go out to eat. I'm craving soup dumplings."

"Sure, it's nice to change things up every once in a while." Daisy was off today, without her usual rush.

As Luke got out of bed, he asked, "Do you want some coffee first?"

Daisy shook her head with a smile, "Forget it, I don't want to drink your instant coffee."

Luke laughed, "So that's why you leave so early every time."

"Exactly, don't you find it terrifying?

You're so picky about food, but when it comes to coffee..." Daisy shrugged her shoulders.

Luke was originally from China and used to drink instant coffee; he had only been in this country for a few months and wasn't that particular yet. In other words, he had yet to up his standards.

"How about a cup of green tea?"

"Forget it, I don't really like tea."

"OK." Luke slapped her perky behind with a wave of his hand, "Get up, let's go eat.

Then, let's buy a coffee machine, the best one."