Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

Subsequently, Kuka Saldana was escorted back to the detective bureau by two officers.

Port said, "Captain, Marcus has already taken people to rescue Pari Jones. Where should we go now?"

"Let's go visit Christian. He's living with Natasha and should know something about the situation."

Luke and Port headed to Room 308.

A Caucasian man sat outside the hospital room, another officer secretly protecting Christian.

Luke greeted him, "Buddy, tough work."

"I heard you've caught the suspect?"

"That guy disguised himself as a doctor to sneak into the room, and we caught him red-handed."

The Caucasian officer shrugged, "I regret that I wasn't there at the time."

"See you later." Leaving the words behind, Luke entered the hospital room with Port.

Christian was lying in bed. When he saw Luke and Port enter, he propped himself up by his arms.

Luke said with concern, "Christian, you should stay down, don't tear your wound open again."

Christian shook his head, "I'm not that delicate. My body's a lot better, and I'll be discharged in a couple of days. What brings you guys here all of a sudden?"

"We've just caught a suspect in the hospital who likely has something to do with Natasha's death. His purpose for coming to the hospital this time was to find you."

A look of surprise crossed Christian's face, "Is that the reason you moved me to a different room?"

"Yes."

Christian said coldly, "Did he kill Natasha?"

"He doesn't admit any connection to Natasha's death." Luke pulled out his phone and showed the picture of suspect Kuka Saldana, "Have you seen him?"

Christian stared at the picture on the phone, "He looks somewhat familiar."

Luke pressed, "Has he been to the Jujutsu Club recently?"

"No."

"Has he had any contact with Natasha?"

"I don't think so. At least I have never seen him. What does he want with me?"

"I guess he wanted to obtain some information from Natasha. With Natasha dead, he could only look for it from people close to her."

Christian's complexion changed slightly, "Is it about human trafficking?"

"You know about it?"

Christian nodded, "Natasha had been investigating this matter in secret. Apart from this, I can't think of anything else."

"Do you know where Natasha might have put the information?"

"No, she didn't want me to get involved in these things. She always thought of me as a kid... that it could be dangerous.

Was she killed because of this?"

"Quite possible."

"Oh god, why do this to her?

She was a good person, always silently helping many people like me."

"When you say 'people like me', what do you mean?"

Christian sighed, "Smuggling isn't an easy thing. We have to spend a lot of money for a chance at smuggling, and the gangs organizing the smuggling will drain us by any means.

Moreover, many dangers crop up during smuggling, and many get lost without a trace.

Even if one is lucky enough to arrive in Los Angeles, the money is squeezed dry by those gangs, and settling down here presents many difficulties.

I came to Los Angeles from Mexico with my mother, but we were separated along the way, and I haven't seen her since."

Christian's eyes reddened as he choked up, "It was Natasha... she helped me.

If not for her, I... I can't imagine."

Luke pressed, "Why was Natasha investigating the smuggling?"

"Natasha had a similar experience. She came to Los Angeles with her parents when she was young, but her parents had an accident...

So, she hated these smuggling organizations, believing that they killed her parents."

This was roughly the same as Luke's guess. He continued to ask, "Have you ever heard of the 'Posta' organization?"

"No."

"How about Kuka Saldana?"

"Doesn't ring a bell."

"'Carlos' then?"

"I don't know."

"Think carefully, did Natasha ever mention it?"

"No."

"Have you heard of Pari Jones?"

"Yes, she seems to be a journalist, and sometimes she meets with Natasha.

She seemed to be investigating human smuggling as well."

"Was there anything unusual about Natasha in the days before the explosion?"

Christian thought about it, "No, I didn't notice anything."

Luke left a business card, "Get some rest, and call me if you remember anything."

Christian took the card, "Captain Luke, please, you must catch the murderer who killed Natasha. You must."

"I'll do my best," Luke said, before leaving the ward.

The white police officer outside asked, "Captain Luke, is there any other duty tonight?"

"No, the suspect who posed a threat has been captured, and you can get off work now."

The white police officer said, "OK, I'll tell the supervisor."

Luke said, "Just tell them I said so.

Head home early and get some good sleep."

"I will." The white police officer nodded, watching as Luke and the other person left.

He sat down in the chair, adopted a relaxed position, and while playing with his phone muttered, "If the danger is gone, why go off work early?

I wanted to earn some more overtime."

The overtime pay for the Los Angeles police is quite substantial.

"Bang!"

An hour later, a loud noise suddenly came from the room.

The white police officer drew his handgun and quickly went to check by the door, then he sighed in relief and put the gun away.

He opened the ward door to see Christian sitting on the ground with a cup also broken beside him, "Are you alright?"

"I have a problem; my bladder is about to explode, I need to use the restroom," Christian said, struggling to stand up while holding onto the bed.

"Buddy, don't move, I'll help you," the white police officer walked over and helped Christian up from the ground, "Hold onto my shoulder, I'll support you to the restroom."

"Thank you, it's good you're here," Christian wrapped his right arm around the white officer's neck, taking a few steps forward.

Suddenly, Christian tightened his right arm and pressed his left arm upwards against the white police officer's head, securing a rear naked chokehold.

"Uh... uh..."

The white police officer, suddenly choked, found it difficult to breathe and his face turned red; he soon passed out.

Christian dragged him to the bed, took off his clothes, covered him with a blanket to make it look like himself.

He then put on the white police officer's clothes, opened the ward door, checked the corridor, and quickly headed for the stairwell.

"Hey, Christian, where are you going?" a voice suddenly called out from behind.

Christian froze.

Luke's voice rang out again, "Put your hands up, make a move, and I won't hesitate to shoot."

Christian raised his hands and slowly turned around, staring at Luke, "Why didn't you leave?"

"Should I call you Christian, or Carlos?"