American Comics: When the Police Comes to Knock on the Door

Richard came out of the police station and called Louisa. He asked Louisa to help investigate the situation regarding Ulysses Klaue and Scott Lemmers.

Richard was now on leave, and it would be troublesome for him to investigate directly in Pasadena. But Louisa is different. Louisa can seek help from d through yd, which is not only faster, but also more effective.

Afterwards, Richard and Jessica met up and they walked around the city together. Until the evening, Louisa's call came. Richard avoided Jessica and found a quiet place to answer the phone.

"Hey Rick, regarding Ulysses Klaue, there is no one in the police records that matches your request, but guess what I learned from the FBI."

"Louisa, stop being so pretentious."

"Okay, Ulysses Klaue, an international arms dealer, he funded your father's research project back then."

"The FBI knows"

"Yes, but your father's death had nothing to do with Crow. The investigation results showed that it was indeed an accident."

"Okay, go ahead."

"As for the Detective Scott Lemmers you mentioned, I learned from D that he did die in the Los Angeles riots, but D avoided talking about the content of his investigation. I doubt it."

"Dirty cop" Richard said it first.

"Yes, I suspect that too, but it's impossible to explain this kind of thing to outsiders, so I asked about Limos' address back then. You can go there and have a look. I'll send it to you via text message later. .”

"Thank you, Louisa, you did me a big favor."

"You're welcome. Remember to bring me a gift when you come back."

"Okay, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Richard frowned and closed the call. Things were getting more and more complicated. If Richard and Luisa's inferences were correct, it meant that Detective Limos was investigating the police during the Los Angeles riots. What are you talking about? Could this be related to Leonard's death?

The sponsor of the research project that caused his father's death turned out to be an international arms dealer. I have only heard of arms dealers reselling weapons, but I have never heard of arms dealers working part-time in materials research and development. They regard themselves as a weapons research and development company. The FBI said it had nothing to do with the arms dealer, but why did Lemos refuse to close the case?

Richard didn't know all of this, but he felt more and more that Leonard's death might not have been an accident. Detective Lemos was the key figure in solving all the problems, but Lemos was already dead. So did Detective Limos really die in the Los Angeles riots, or was someone using the Los Angeles riots to silence Limos?

Richard had a headache. This was Los Angeles, not New York. He has no law enforcement authority here, which undoubtedly makes his investigation more difficult.

Richard sighed softly.

At this time, Jessica came over.

"Do you need help, Mr. Detective?"

Richard didn't know what to say. He found a job for himself during his vacation. It was related to the death of his biological father, and he couldn't let it go. He doesn't think he has anything to do with it, but Jessica

Jessica continued: "Rick, listen. I don't know what you are doing, but you can't escape my eyes. If you don't want to tell me, I won't force you, but I want you to know that I will always support you." You, whatever you want to do."

Looking at Jessica with a serious face, Richard smiled. He stepped forward to hug Jessica, lowered his head and whispered in Jessica's ear: "You know, police detectives need partners to handle cases. So, Sister Jessica, I don’t know if I have the honor to invite you to be my partner."

The words Richard spat out made Jessica's ears itchy. Jessica pushed Richard away. She raised her head slightly and said in a haughty tone: "It depends on your performance tonight."

Richard narrowed his eyes, and he suddenly stepped forward, picked up Jessica by the waist, opened his legs and ran towards the hotel.

A real man can't be timid, he just does it.

When they woke up the next morning, they felt embarrassed looking at the messy room. After washing and dressing, they walked out of the room. Richard hung the sign asking for tidying up on the door handle. After that, the two of them didn't even eat breakfast.