A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

Luke looked directly at the white man, Martin.

"what happens?"

"..."

Martin snapped out of his daze, glanced at the notebook in his hand, and without hiding anything from Lu Ke, said directly: "Precision strike. According to the cleaning staff who were cleaning this floor at the time, a man who was about 1.85 meters tall and wearing a hoodie knocked on the door, and then three gunshots were heard. After that, the man left without looking back, and then the cleaning staff called the police."

He didn't hide anything from Lu Ke and directly told him what he knew.

After all, despite his current position, Luke has risen through the ranks to become the director of the Los Angeles FBI.

But his relationship with the Los Angeles Police Department, especially with Martin and Roger in front of him, and John outside, has always been very good.

Have you taken any photos of the suspect?

"Have."

Martin snapped his fingers at the officer next to him, and after a while, handed Luke a photo retrieved from the hotel's main entrance surveillance footage.

Luke looked at the photo of the assassin walking past the surveillance camera with his head down, whose appearance he couldn't quite make out, and handed the photo directly to Earl.

Earl took the photo, snapped a picture, and then walked aside.

Martin then looked at Luke.

"Is this related to you?"

"Maybe."

Luke glanced once more at Orn Beaver, who lay in a pool of blood on the ground, and answered in the same way.

Seeing this, Martin didn't ask any further questions and simply shrugged, "How about I give the case to you?"

Luke smiled and looked at Martin: "No need, it's your crime scene, your case."

Martin frowned.

"Really not? Don't be so polite with me, just treat me to a meal later."

"Need not."

Lu Ke said with certainty, "Even if you don't give me the case, I was planning to get together with you guys sometime. I was originally thinking of doing it this week, but I might have to wait. There are some things I need to take care of first."

Martin looked at Luke with some suspicion, then frowned and said, "So, should I follow the proper procedures for this case?"

Luke smiled and said, "Sure, anyway, I definitely didn't kill him. Half an hour ago, Earl and I returned to the Federal Building."

Martin laughed heartily.

at this time.

Earl had finished his call and returned to Luke's side, handing the photo he had just taken back to Martin: "Thank you."

Martin took the photo.

After glancing at Orn Beaver's body one last time, Luke greeted Martin and Roger, who was standing not far away, before turning and leaving with Earl.

After going downstairs.

Luke led Earl straight back to the car parked by the roadside.

After Earl got into the car and closed the door, he looked at Luke.

“Debbie is already tracking the killer’s movements.”

“Call Debbie.”

After starting the car, Luke did not leave immediately. Instead, he said to Earl beside him, "Have Debbie check if my business card number eight is still at the hotel."

Earl's eyes lit up, and he quickly took out his phone and dialed Debbie's number again.

The call was answered quickly.

next second.

Debbie's voice came through the phone.

"Sister, I'm very good with computers, but I'm not good enough to answer you so quickly..."

"The boss wants you to see the location of his number eight business card."

"……Hold on."

A business card represents a favor that Lu Ke has given.

Therefore, Luke's business cards are specially manufactured, with each card containing a miniature positioning device.

This was also to prevent someone from using his business card in the future, so that he could immediately know who used it and where.

soon.

Then Debbie brought good news.

"Boss, your number eight business card is speeding down Highway 3."

"...Sizzle!"

Luke instantly released the handbrake, stepped on the gas, drifted on the spot, and sped off towards Highway 3.

Earl, who was standing nearby, saw this.

"Share your location."

"Sent."

As soon as Debbie finished speaking, the Luker car's central control screen changed instantly, and then a light spot emitting a signal appeared on the map on the central control screen.

into the eye.

Just as Debbie had said, this little signal, marking the number 'eight,' was speeding along Highway 3 at 60 miles per hour.

Earl estimated the distance between them and the signal.

"My name is Support."

"Do not……"

Lu Kegang was about to refuse, lest he alert the enemy, but his words changed as he spoke: "Contact the highway patrol and stop this car for me. I want it alive."

His business card had already fallen into the hands of the assassin who killed Orn Beaver.

Based on the information currently available, the assassin who killed Ornn Beaver is likely one of the 325 missing Hydras.

and so……

They already knew; he knew Lucy was missing and was investigating.

In a word.

He was exposed.

Why hide it then?

I'm going to play with my cards face up!

……

Chapter 347 The Elder Princess of the Kremlin Makes Her Appearance

Los Santos Highway 3 is the main road connecting Long Beach to Malibu.

At this moment.

An unremarkable silver Nissan was traveling at a steady 60 miles per hour toward a private airport somewhere in Malibu.

Meanwhile, in a police car on the opposite lane, two officers were chatting and laughing when the voice of the control center came through the car's radio.

"Attention all Highway 3 patrol units."

"The license plate number is GL444, and it is a silver Nissan. It is fleeing towards Malibu on Highway 3."

"The suspect is suspected of having a gun."

"..."

The police officer, who was driving, paused slightly as he listened to the voice on the radio, and caught a glimpse of the silver Nissan in the opposite lane.

next second.

"Bah!"

As the officer slammed on the brakes, he jerked the steering wheel, and amidst a series of screeching brakes and honking horns from behind, he sped into the oncoming lane while simultaneously activating the police lights on the roof: "Waaaa, waaaa, waaaa!"

The officer in the passenger seat also realized what was happening and quickly grabbed his walkie-talkie to report to the control center.

Inside the silver Nissan, the hooded assassin glanced instinctively at the rearview mirror the moment the siren blared behind him.

Confirmed eyes.

They came for him.

"Shet!"

The assassin cursed, pulled down his hood, and floored the gas pedal while grabbing a disposable cell phone and dialing an overseas number.

The call was answered quickly.

A neutral voice came from it.

"Have you arrived at the airport?"

"No."

As the assassin sped up, racing along Highway 3, he calmly said, "I've been exposed."

Upon hearing this, the accomplice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, and then spoke again without any emotional fluctuation.

"Luke Dane?"

"should be."

The assassin said this, then glanced at the business card he had found, still stained with a trace of blood, on the passenger seat.

With the combined effect of the viewing angle and the bloodstains on the business card, the assassin noticed something amiss in an instant.

The assassin told his accomplice on the other end of the phone to wait a moment, then grabbed the business card from the passenger seat and tore it open with his fingernail over the bloodstained area.