Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

I just like... that feeling, it's thrilling.

Have you ever killed someone?" Marlon Bax asked himself, "Yes, you must have killed someone, your shooting skills are impressive, I should have realized you're not an ordinary person.

Who are you?

Military? Police? FBI? CIA? Or a gang member?"

"I ask and you answer, don't make trouble for yourself.

Are you a fugitive?"

"Yes, I'm not just a fugitive, I'm a murderous maniac, scared?"

Luke smiled, "You hid in the canyon because you're wanted and don't dare to come out."

Marlon Bax sighed, "Initially, that's what I thought, the canyon is desolate, no phones, no communication, maybe a good place to hide away.

The only regret is that it's a bit boring."

Marlon Bax showed a bizarre smile, licking his lips, "But after staying for a while, I gradually realized it's not empty, people often wander in the canyon, at first I was worried about being exposed.

Later, I found these people weren't interested in me at all, they were here in the canyon searching for treasure.

They came from all over the country, to prevent others from uncovering the treasure's secret, they kept everything confidential, even their close ones didn't know their exact location.

My originally bleak life seemed like it opened up a skylight, isn't this the playground I've dreamed of?" Marlon Bax became more excited, "Here are rocks and dirt everywhere, after killing someone, you can bury them anywhere, no one can find them.

There are no other residents here, no mobile phone communication, it's an isolated paradise.

It's like God specially prepared a paradise for me.

If you hadn't interfered, I would have had a lot of fun tonight."

"Was that black woman and the old white man also your prey?"

"Not just them, but also that young black guy, he has a strong physique, it would be wonderful to cut open his chest with a knife."

"Did you steal his gasoline?"

Marlon Bax nodded, "Yes, without gasoline, he can't leave the canyon, and I can play with him slowly.

It's a pity the canyon administrator came and messed things up, bringing the black guy gasoline."

"Were those animal traps also set by you?"

"Yes, it's a little surprise, do you like it?"

"Like enough to want to kill you."

Marlon Bax shook his head, "nonono, it's totally unnecessary.

I'm a fugitive, wanted for many crimes, I can't leave this canyon, and definitely can't voluntarily contact the police.

So, you really don't need to worry that I'll betray you.

I'll give you the treasure.

You leave, and we won't have any interaction, there's no need to kill me."

Luke said, "You confessing your crimes, hoping I'll let you go?"

"Yes, I won't have any contact with the outside world, nor will I affect you in any way.

As long as you agree, I'll immediately take you to the camp, all the treasure will be yours."

Luke didn't respond, instead asked, "How did you get the treasure?"

Marlon Bax laughed again, showing a recalling expression, "That was a surprise gain.

Actually, I'm not too interested in treasures, I can't spend it anyway.

About over a month ago, two people entered the canyon to search for treasure, I can't remember which group they were.

These two treasure hunters were very professional, they had drones, compressed biscuits, cars, motorcycles, oh yes, the bulletproof vest on me is also theirs.

These two weren't easy to deal with, I actually hesitated whether to start with them.

I observed them with binoculars for a long time around, I didn't dare get close, afraid they would notice...

Every day, they would search in the canyon...

One day, when they returned from treasure hunting, they were a bit different, they were excited, took out a lot of food, drinks, and had a small party.

As a result, those two guys got drunk, I saw my chance... and took them out.

Incidentally took their equipment and treasure too.

Compared to the treasures, I enjoyed the process more, they were formidable people, very difficult to deal with under normal circumstances.

Also, tonight that old white man was quite formidable too, if I weren't wearing a bulletproof vest..."

Luke pressed on, "How many treasure hunters have you killed?"

"I can't remember, probably less than ten. I rarely proactively contact outsiders, the canyon is so large, it's impossible to meet everyone.

I really like it here, watching those treasure hunters' expressions turn from joy to despair, kneeling and begging me to let them go, even offering to give me the treasure...

They don't realize, I don't care about the treasures." Marlon Bax sneered, "They're just a flock of sheep, only fixated on the grass on the ground.

In my eyes, they're the best prey.

With them around, I could live in Red Rock Canyon forever."

Luke said, "Now I can confirm, you're not just a fugitive, but a psycho too.

I also believe you won't leave Red Rock Canyon for contact with the outside.

Give me the treasure, and I can ignore your affairs."

"Can I trust your word?"

"Do you have a choice?"

"I trust you, hope you'll keep your promise."

Soon, Walker also arrived, and the three of them headed to Marlon Bax's camp together.

This time, however, Luke didn't drive the sidecar motorcycle, but instead drove Marlon Bax's blue pickup truck.

This truck has a high chassis and strong power, much more capable than an RV.

Under Marlon Bax's guidance, the three entered the bottom of the canyon, winding and rough for half an hour, arriving at a hidden canyon crevice.

It's called a crevice, but it is twenty meters wide, narrow for the canyon, yet enough for Marlon Bax's living.

After getting off the truck, Luke glanced around, "Where's the treasure?"

Marlon Bax's wrist was bandaged, but he still looked pale, and he weakly said, "It's in the cave on the east side of the canyon crevice, I'm not very interested in that stuff, left it in the corner of the cave."

"Lead the way in front." Luke pushed him, drew out a gun from his waist for alertness, and said to Walker in the driver's seat, "Stay in the truck."

"Got it."

Marlon Bax and Luke walked toward the cave one after the other.

By now, the sky was already brightening, combined with the car's headlights, Luke could vaguely see inside the cave.

The two approached the cave entrance, and a figure suddenly appeared from the side of the cave, wielding an AK47 and firing a burst at them, "Ratatatat..."

Luke quickly leaped to the side, hiding behind the stone wall, feeling a bullet whiz past his cheek, and a chill ran through his heart.

Marlon Bax wasn't so lucky, being hit by the bullets and fell to the ground.

"Ratatatat..."

The AK47's firepower was fierce, bullets rained against the wall, stones and dust splattered everywhere, mixed with a woman's cry, "Fuck!, you bastards go meet God!"

Luke hid behind the wall, not daring to peek, only blindly firing a few shots with his right hand against the wall.

Luke considered doing a somersault to flip to another position to shoot, taking advantage of the opponent's ignorance to take them out.

A muffled "bang!" sound was heard.

Luke could tell it was also a gunshot, but it didn't sound like it came from an AK47's barrel.

Then, the AK47 gunfire abruptly stopped.

Luke suspected the opponent might be reloading, preparing to go out and counterattack, but the number of bullets didn't match in his mind.

Could it be...

The shooter with the AK47 was killed.

"Luke, it's safe to come out!" Walker's voice came from afar.

Luke emerged from behind the wall, seeing a white woman holding an AK47 lying on the ground, blood spreading around her head.

Walker stood by the pickup truck, holding a sniper rifle, looking increasingly tall against the truck lights.

Luke gave a thumbs-up, "Buddy, well done!"