Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

"This kind of woman definitely won't push you into marriage."

Luke shook his head, "Are you sure she isn't just trying to fish for information from you?"

"My information isn't that easy to fish for."

"Are you trying to mess around with her?"

"What do you mean, mess around, I'm single now."

"Aren't you afraid that woman will sell you out?"

Boel laughed, "Don't you think it's exciting?

Many movie leads start from a misunderstanding.

Take 007 and Mission: Impossible, for instance; at first, the female leads are the bad guys, even trying to kill the protagonist, but as they interact, the women gradually fall for the men. Eventually, they're won over by the men's charm, switch sides, help the protagonist off the bad guys, and share some romantic time together.

Isn't our situation quite similar?"

Luke couldn't help but laugh and cry, "Right, it does resemble a movie plot, but things might not turn out as beautifully as you think.

It could be that the male and female leads are initially at odds, then the female lead seduces the male with her charms.

The male feels thrilled, starts associating with the female lead, and gradually falls for her, thinking she loves him back and letting his guard down.

In her heart, though, the woman still harbors resentment and intends to use the male police officer's status to extract valuable information.

In the end, the woman uses the man's trust to uncover a crucial lead on a case; she makes the details public, causing an explosive news story.

As a result, the woman's career skyrockets and she becomes a news anchor. The man, however, is discharged from the police for leaking case information.

Years later, the woman orchestrates a documentary about interviewing homeless people, and in a crowd of hobos, she sees a familiar figure.

It's the man.

They look at each other for a long time but don't recognize one another. The woman leaves the man a thousand US dollars.

Looking at the thousand dollars, the man's expression is complex as he sheds silent tears.

The next day, there's one more floating corpse of a vagrant at sea.

"How do you find this ending?"

Boel shook his head, "nonono, that kind of thing will never happen. I won't become a hobo, and I definitely won't commit suicide."

"Then stay away from that woman," Luke warned.

"OK, you're the boss," Boel sighed.

Luke's words were a warning to him, to prevent him from doing something foolish.

...

Twenty minutes later, a group of people arrived at the crime scene.

The scene was located near the highway close to Santa Monica Beach. Police tape had already sectioned off the area. The scenery around was beautiful; you could see the ocean from inside the car, indeed a romantic spot for a car tryst.

Moreover, there were no cameras nearby, it was away from residential areas, and at night there were few people. Even loud noises wouldn't raise alarm.

Of course, it was also the perfect spot for a robbery.

At the center of the crime scene was a black Cadillac sedan.

The rear door on the right side was open, and a young white male wearing only socks was bound hand and foot, his eyes wide.

The man had three gunshot wounds, two in the chest and one in the head. His face, body, and the car were covered in blood, which made for a terrifying sight; the stench of blood was so strong it choked you.

Luke walked around to the front of the car and found a pair of handprints on the bumper, about the size of a woman's. It was identical to the scene of the Kabool Mountain car tryst robbery, even the position and posture of playing poker were the same.

Luke crouched down for a closer look and found a wallet by the passenger side tire. He picked up the wallet to inspect it. It didn't contain any cash, just a credit card and a driver's license.

He looked at the photo on the driver's license, then carefully compared it with the victim's features. Excluding the gunshots and bloodstains, he matched the victim's facial and physical traits, confirming that the driver's license belonged to the deceased.

Subsequently, he took a photo and sent it to the squad's chat group.

Name: Gil Bruce

Gender: Male

Height: 182 cm

Weight: 150 pounds

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Black

Age: 16 (Note from book friends — using direct age as date calculations can be bothersome, from now on it will be simply stated as age.)

Cellphone number: 626 836 586*

License plate number: 6UEB39*

After reading the victim's information, everyone's expressions became somber.

The deputy let out a soft sigh, lamenting, "He was only 16 years old!

His life had just begun..."