Chapter 112 Lucky Girl and Black Driver
Luke was under investigation for longer because he had killed a terrorist.
The person who had been struck in the eye with Luke’s knife had died on the spot.
Luke, however, wasn’t afraid.
The dead person had been one of two bombers on board. He wouldn’t be punished for killing the guy.
The other bomber was the guy whose face Damon had smashed in.
After Damon had knocked out the middle-aged man in first cla.s.s, the father and daughter had immediately taken action.
When Luke had flung his knife at one bomber and Damon knocked out the other, the girl had thrown the middle-aged man’s Nokia phone out from behind the curtain.
The phone, which was as heavy as a brick, had easily knocked out the last terrorist.
Both Luke and Damon had only broken out in a sweat later when it was discovered that the phone had actually been a detonation device, while another detonation device had been on the guy knocked out by the phone.
It was safe to say that Mindy had taken out both detonators on her own.
Of course, one could also say that it was sheer luck that she hadn’t detonated the bombs with her throw.
The FBI’s greatest concern was how Luke had detected the bombs on the terrorists.
Luke had simply offered a mysterious explanation: Instinct.
How had Luke picked out the leader of the terrorists in first cla.s.s?
Luke still claimed that it was instinct.
It didn’t matter whether the FBI believed it or not, because Luke had done nothing wrong.
The person whom he had killed with a knife had been carrying a bomb. Luke was well within his rights to do whatever he could to stop him.
Mindy hadn’t killed the second person carrying a detonator with her knife, though she had it at the ready when she threw the phone, in case she missed the target.
After LAPD vouched for him and his records checked out, the FBI finally let Luke go three days later.
He wasn’t a suspect during those three days, and he worked with the investigators instead.
His mood was pretty good during that time.
Right after the plane landed and all the pa.s.sengers disembarked, he had received a system notification.
Mission: Prevent the hijacking and prevent the terrorists from detonating the bombs, and rescue the pa.s.sengers.
Total experience: 5,000. Total credit: 5,000.
Contribution rate: 70%. EXP +3,500. Credit +3,500.
As experience has reached 5,000 points, the host has leveled up to level 8.
Extra stat points: 4
The reward was generous, but Luke preferred not to run into another incident like that again.
He might’ve died if he had been careless. It was too much excitement!
Luke took another flight to New York with Elsa. He said in relief, “It’s finally over.”
Elsa couldn’t help but ask, “Was it really instinct?”
Luke chuckled but didn’t answer the question. He said solemnly, “Thank you, Elsa.”
Stumped for a moment, Elsa smiled. “That’s unnecessary. You’re my partner, after all.”
Luke’s impression of Elsa was a lot better now.
At the very least, when the FBI was investigating him, Elsa hadn’t remained uninvolved, but had tried to defend him. She even got Dustin to vouch for him.
It was hard to say whether or not Dustin’s words had really helped. After all, it was the FBI investigating Luke, and the commanding officer of the Major Crimes Division wasn’t powerful enough to influence them.
However, Luke still appreciated Dustin’s efforts.
He felt that with such a partner and boss, his life in Los Angeles would be more comfortable than it had been in Houston.
Three hours later, the plane landed at Kennedy Airport. Luke and Elsa left the airport and hailed a cab.
The cab driver was a black lady; Luke couldn’t quite tell how old she was.
The cab was new, and the black driver, who was wearing green sportswear, was quite good at squeezing through traffic.
Luke chatted with the talkative driver, and praised the cab and her skills. The driver was quite happy.
When he got out, Luke even asked for the driver’s card.
After all, he might need a car during his investigation here, and sometimes a local driver might prove useful.
The driver drove her cab away. Elsa looked at Luke and said curiously, “If I hadn’t seen Selina before, I would’ve thought you were hitting on the driver.”
Sweating, Luke said, “Elsa, has it not occurred to you that the driver is very familiar with New York?”
Elsa didn’t think it was a big deal as she walked on. “Is any cab driver not familiar with New York?”
Luke followed her with his suitcase. “In case you forgot, she mentioned that she was in food delivery before, and she holds the record for the quickest delivery made.”
Elsa said, “Oh… huh? Wait, are you saying…”
Luke grinned. “The person at the top of any trade must have extraordinary qualities. She must be more familiar with New York’s environment than a regular cab driver.”
Elsa said, “Okay, fair enough. But what’s the point?”
Luke replied, “Just in case; what if we need a driver during our investigation who doesn’t work for NYPD?”
Elsa couldn’t help but stop. She gazed at Luke for a moment, then sighed. “You’re not wrong. Every successful person has extraordinary abilities of their own. I’ve been wondering how you found the father and the daughter to help you out and finish off the terrorists so perfectly. Now, I think it may be your talent for noticing anything that may be of use to you everywhere you go.”
“I’ll get shy if you keep praising me like that.” Luke smiled. As if I would tell anyone that I have a hack.
Elsa shook her head with a smile. “Alright, give me a card then. I saw that you got two from her.”
Luke gave her one of the cards from the black driver.
Elsa read the card. “Bell? Number, x.x.xx.x.xXX? That’s all? There isn’t even a full name on her card.”
Luke smiled mysteriously.
Elsa noticed it. “What’s wrong?”
Luke replied, “If my guess is correct, this driver might be willing to do certain things that aren’t entirely legitimate, since she seems into downtown racing.”
Elsa was speechless. “…Now how did you figure that out?”
Luke said, “She mentioned that she loves racing, so I paid special attention to her license plate, and noticed something fishy.”
Elsa said, “…Her license plates can be switched out anytime?”
Luke: “Hehe.”
As they talked, the two of them walked into NYPD.