Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

Near the Soaring Bar.

A Honda was speeding, not slowing down at the intersection, it went straight through the yellow light.

"Woo woo..."

A police car chased from behind, a black and white Dodge, which had high performance and rarely missed in pursuits.

The Dodge police car followed behind the black Honda, flashing lights and sounding its siren.

The black Honda moved to the right lane, and the Dodge police car followed suit, essentially signaling a pull-over.

In Los Angeles, the police immediately intercept any vehicle breaking the rules or looking suspicious, and the method is simple, just follow right behind the car to be intercepted.

If the driver in front sees a wailing and flashing police car in the rearview mirror, they should immediately move to the right lane. If the police car drives past, congratulations, you aren't the target, they just want you to yield.

If the police car also moves to the right lane, then unlucky you, you need to stop immediately for inspection.

As expected, the black Honda gradually came to a stop.

A black officer and a white officer stepped out of their car. The white officer came down from the driver's side, tapped the rear of the Dodge, and looked at the driver's side window, "Good evening, sir, please turn off the engine."

The man driving was Lawrence Miller, who had just left Daisy's place, "Is there a problem?"

"Please step out of the car for an inspection."

"Why?"

The white officer's right hand was on the gun holster, the left holding a flashlight shining into the driver's compartment, "Please put your hands on the steering wheel where I can see them."

"Move the flashlight away, I can't see."

"Roll down your window."

"OK." Lawrence Miller pressed down on the window and asked, "Sir, is there something wrong?"

A strong smell of alcohol wafted from the car, and the white officer asked, "Have you been drinking?"

"Uh... I did have a beer."

"You don't look like you've had just a beer. Get out of the car." The white officer reached out his right hand to open the car door.

"Woo woo..."

Lawrence Miller shifted into gear and stepped on the gas, the car darted off, nearly knocking down the white officer.

"Damn it, get in!" The white officer called out and returned to the police car, driving after him.

The black officer complained, "Why do these idiots always have to do this?"

As the white officer drove, he said, "That's the reason we're here, otherwise those stingy politicians wouldn't bother paying our salaries."

The black officer laughed, "So we should actually thank them?"

"I already am. He wants to play cat and mouse, I'll play along." The white officer stepped hard on the accelerator, the car sped up, closing the distance with the black Honda.

The Dodge quickly caught up with the black Honda again, lights flashing and siren blaring, signaling to stop.

The black Honda signaled a right turn, reduced speed, moved to the right lane, and gradually stopped.

The Dodge also stopped, and the white officer muttered, "Seems like this guy knows the score and came to his senses."

Both officers got out of the Dodge, one in front and one behind, approaching the black Honda.

Suddenly, the Honda accelerated fiercely and took off again.

The white officer was furious, "Fuck! This bastard's playing us."

The black officer turned on the radio, reported the situation, and called for backup.

Both officers ran back to their car and chased in the Dodge, lights flashing and siren wailing.

But this time the Honda didn't slow down, nor did it move to the side, seemingly unwilling to stop.

"Hold tight." The white officer accelerated from the left, preparing to perform a PIT maneuver.

The black officer grabbed the handle above tightly, "These jerks just love the thrill."

"I bet the bastard's either high or on drugs," the white officer said, and by then, the Dodge police car was alongside the Honda, then steered to the right.

"Bang!" The Dodge crashed directly into the rear left side of the Honda.

The Honda became unstable, slowed down, the car started to spin, and veered into the greenery of another lane.

The white officer parked the car to the side, and both officers rushed out, guns drawn, "LAPD!"

"Put your hands where I can see them."

"Don't move, you're under arrest!"

"Don't shoot; I don't have a weapon." Lawrence Miller knew he couldn't escape and had to open the door, stepping out of the car.

The black officer rushed over, yanking him out of the car, "Lie down on the ground, don't move!"

"Congratulations, you're under arrest." The white officer took out handcuffs to restrain him and patted him down for weapons.

"I don't have weapons, I haven't done anything wrong, you've got the wrong guy."

The white officer challenged, "Then why did you refuse to comply with the police? Why did you flee in your car?"

"I..." Lawrence Miller couldn't come up with an answer.

"Are you on drugs?"

"No, I haven't touched that stuff in a long time and can't afford it either."

"When did you drink?"

"Uh... it's been a while; I only had a little."

The white officer uncuffed him.

Lawrence Miller showed a hint of relief, "So you're letting me go?"

"No, you have to take a sobriety test."

"I don't need to..."

"Why are you reluctant? I suggest you comply."

"I'm sober, drinking doesn't affect my ability to drive normally."

"But in reality, your car veered off course and into a greenery strip."

"That was because you hit me; I want to go home now."