Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

Jackson's answer was short and to the point, "I like it."

Little Black nodded, "Good reason, give me the car keys."

"Why? It's my car."

"Have you forgotten the arrangement of Assistant Commander Luke so quickly? I'm in charge of this operation, what I say goes. Come on." Little Black reached out for the keys.

"You sure remember that quite clearly." Jackson was slightly annoyed, but still handed over the keys to Little Black, "Be careful not to scratch the car."

Little Black took the keys, "Don't worry, I'll drive well, my driving skills are great." Little Black climbed into the driver's seat, laughing,

"You know what? I actually want to buy a new car too, thought I'd test drive a few different ones before buying."

Jackson settled into the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt, "What car are you thinking of buying?"

"That's a secret for now." Little Black finished speaking and floored the accelerator, the car speeding away.

"The car's not bad, accelerates quickly."

Jackson rolled his eyes, too lazy to respond.

Little Black drove with great enthusiasm and chattered nonstop. After spending the past couple of days together, Jackson had come to realize that this guy was just a joker.

It was pointless to get mad at someone so carefree and heartless.

Having gotten used to each other, the two didn't feel the same kind of antagonism anymore, of course, bickering was still inevitable.

Sure enough, as soon as the car pulled over to the side of the road, they started arguing again.

Jackson looked at the wig Little Black tossed to him, "Why do I have to wear this thing?"

"Because we're going undercover as a couple. I'm the man, you're the woman. If you don't wear the wig, should I wear it?"

Jackson was dissatisfied, "Why do I have to pretend to be the woman, not you?"

"Hey, rookie, you've only joined the Robbery and Murder Department a few days ago and you're already trying to vie for control with me? There's no room for discussion, we do it my way."

"Even so, there's no need to wear a wig, you can't see inside the car anyway." Jackson was somewhat resistant.

"To fool others, you have to fool yourself first. If it's not convincing enough, how are we going to trap the suspect?"

Having said that, Little Black pulled Jackson into the back seat and assigned him a new task, to rock the car.

Jackson "..."

You pervert!

Jackson felt a sudden urge to curse.

Little Black said earnestly, "If the suspect sees the car rocking, they'll think we're having sex, making us a target for robbery.

If we catch them in the act, we can make a merit for ourselves.

I will become Detective Chief Marcus.

You will no longer be the rookie people talk about."

Jackson knew Little Black was painting a pretty picture, but having just arrived at the Robbery and Murder Department and with no credits to his name yet, he too wanted to prove himself to everyone.

In the end, Jackson compromised and started to rock the car.

No choice, he was the newcomer.

Watching Jackson rocking the car with the wig on, Little Black snickered on the side, "Buddy, you're doing great."

Jackson responded with a middle finger.

...

A blue sedan was driving up Kabool Mountain.

Inside were a man and a woman.

The man in the driver's seat said, "Pari, are you sure you want to do the interview at night? It's not very safe around here after dark."

"That's how real news is found, isn't it?" The woman referred to as Pari was none other than Pari Jones, the female reporter who had previously been arrested by Luke.

After the vampire murder news fiasco, she had faced charges from the police department and spent a hefty price on a famous lawyer for her defense.

She claimed to have been misled by a confidential informant and, unknowingly, had purchased stolen goods.

Like the police, reporters have their grey areas too, and with the influence of the TV network, the judge did not press too hard.

Nonetheless, her job suffered, her standing at the TV network plummeted, and any chance of promotion was dashed.

Pari was seething inside, unresigned to defeat and still aiming to land a big news story.

She saw this failure as a stepping stone.

Lincoln went through repeated failures before ultimately becoming the President of the United States.

She believed that with effort and her intelligence, she was bound to make a place for herself in the news industry.

She had heard of a recent car-jacking murder case.

Her sharp instincts told her this could be a hot news item.

A regular robbery might not grab the attention of Los Angeles residents, but a car sex robbery case was different.

Most people in the world have a curiosity for the unusual.

And digging up hot news was precisely Pari's forte.

Pari kept her eyes on the roadside, "Carter, stop the car."

"Pari, what's wrong?"

"See that shaking BMW? I'm going to do an interview; you wait here for me."

Carter showed a worried expression, "Are you sure you want to do this? It's an easy way to get beaten up."

Pari grinned, "Someone great once said, a reporter who's afraid of getting beaten is no good reporter."

"I've never heard that before, who said it?"

"Pari Jones."

Carter "..."

Pari walked up to the BMW; its windows were up and it was a bit dark outside, but she could barely make out the figure in the back seat through the rocking motion.

She could guess what was happening inside by the shaking of the car.

Pari took a deep breath; Carter was right, it was indeed a risky move likely to provoke an attack, but she would rather endure a moment of assault than a lifetime of mediocrity.

Of course, timing was still important.

A minute later, the car stopped moving.

Pathetic, Pari muttered under her breath, and waited another two minutes before approaching and knocking on the window,