Chapter 548 - Kill and Maim, Good Cop and Bad Cop
George turned to the side and reached for the revolver on the table.
BOOM!
Crystal’s brawny body hit the wall. He rolled and fell to the floor.
Luke calmly walked over to George, who was standing by the table.
George quickly cocked the gun and aimed at Luke. “Don’t move, officer.”
Luke, however, didn’t stop, and continued toward him.
Gritting his teeth, George lowered the gun so that it was pointing at Luke’s thigh, and pulled the trigger.
Click!
There was a light click, and George’s face darkened. He pulled the trigger again.
Click!
Luke grabbed George’s left hand, which was holding the revolver, with his own left hand and punched George in the stomach with his right hand.
George’s feet left the floor at the punch before he came crashing back down.
Luke carefully took the revolver from him and put it back on the table.
Finally, he picked up the handcuffs and cuffed both of them to the table. “Looks like I won this bet.”
He waved at the observation room next door.
Selina and Billy quickly showed up to take Crystal to another interrogation room next door. Billy would interrogate Crystal, and Elizabeth would take care of George.
Elizabeth and Billy had only just read the case files in the observation room and were very excited. These two actually tried to kidnap Tony Stark?
There was a lot more merit to be gained from this case than from bank robbery cases or whatever. Their interest in this case increased, and they were also very diligent in interrogating the criminals.
However, neither Crystal nor George was cooperative. They completely dismissed the bet which they made with Luke earlier and refused to open their mouths.
On the side, Luke smiled and turned off the camera once more. He then signaled to Elizabeth to pause the interrogation. Then, he carefully took the training bullets out of the M686 and reloaded with new bullets.
Looking at George’s and Elizabeth’s bewildered expressions, he said to Elizabeth with a smile, “Don’t worry. If he dares go back on his word, I’ll shatter his knees and cripple him for life.”
Both Elizabeth’s and George’s eyes popped out.
Luke shrugged and waved the revolver he was holding. “In any case, the fingerprints on this gun is ample proof that he tried to seize it. It’s not like I’ll kill him; crippling him will at most mean just a few months of investigation by the Internal Affairs Division.”
Elizabeth turned pale. “Are you serious?”
There was indeed nothing wrong with this move.
George’s fingerprints were on the revolver, and as long as he didn’t die, the police department would only be going through the motions with any investigation they carried out.
George was a habitual offender who had just tried to kidnap Tony Stark. Nobody would be on his side.
“Okay, take your time and think about it,” Luke said as he opened the door. “If you still won’t confess after I come back, we’ll see if Crystal is willing to be killed by you.”
George was stunned. Why would I kill Crystal? Wait!
Both he and Elizabeth looked at the M686 on the table.
If Crystal was killed by a gun that had George’s fingerprints on it, it could be argued that George had killed Crystal in order to keep his mouth shut.
Elizabeth was less surprised this time; while Luke talked a lot, he hadn’t done anything yet.
His way of speaking nonsense without any change in his expression – she had already experienced it for herself.
Putting pressure on suspects was a frequently used method in the Major Crimes Division.
Using certain tricks to get sly criminals to open their mouths followed the same principle.
A moment later, Luke pulled Crystal into the room. Selina and Billy didn’t follow him.
After he came in, Luke waved at Elizabeth. “Go have a cup of coffee in the lounge. You know nothing about what happens next, okay?”
Elizabeth asked gravely, “Luke, is this really appropriate? You’ve killed a lot of suspects recently. The Internal Affairs Division will investigate you if another one dies.”
Luke didn’t consider it a big deal. “It doesn’t matter. They can only investigate me. Do you think they can fire me? Thanks for the reminder. You can leave now.”
Hesitating for a moment, Elizabeth finally heaved a sigh. “Try not to kill them, okay?” She subconsciously glanced at Crystal.
The pity in her eyes chilled Crystal.
Luke said, “I know.” He pushed her out of the room as he spoke.
Shutting the door of the interrogation room, Luke picked up the M686, his action almost ludicrously careful.
But neither Crystal nor George laughed, since the strange way he picked up the gun was to preserve the fingerprints on it, which was a dangerous hint.
Luke said calmly, “I hate people who don’t keep their promises. The untrustworthy should all be killed. Are you ready? Crystal, on the count of three.”
Saying that, he took out a Glock and aimed it at George’s knee. “Three, two…” “Wait, I’ll talk!” Crystal suddenly shouted.
One gun was only aimed at George’s leg, while the other gun was aimed at Crystal’s head.
George would be crippled at worst, but Crystal would die for sure.
How could he tolerate this difference in treatment? Why did George get to live while he died, when both of them knew the exact same things?
George said angrily, “You idiot, it’s a trick.”
Luke raised his eyebrow. “Is that so? Then hang on a bit.”
Then, he turned the Glock around and gave it to Crystal. “Here, take this gun. I’ll blow up George’s head, and break your leg later.”
George and Crystal recalled the gun earlier that had been loaded with training bullets. They both cursed: Damn cop, you think we’re idiots?
But when Crystal subconsciously glanced at George, he noticed the fear in the latter’s expression, then realized what was going on. It turned out it was this accomplice of his who was the one duping him!
Crystal gritted his teeth. “No need; I’ll tell you everything about Stark’s kidnapping. I know everything he knows.”
George’s face wasn’t dark anymore, but blue.
This way, he really did become completely worthless. Luke’s scheme was obvious; only one of them could live.
It wasn’t like he and Crystal were sworn brothers; they would never die for each other.
The police were pros at setting up this predicament for prisoners. Putting away the Glock, Luke nodded in satisfaction, opened the door, and said to Elizabeth, “Someone, take Crystal away to record his statement.”
Elizabeth, who was leaning against the wall near the door, mouthed “Good job” soundlessly and gave him a thumbs up.
Luke gestured back to indicate that she had done well too.
Their behavior in the interrogation room naturally had all been a show.
Without any prior communication, they had carried out the textbook good cop, bad cop routine.
As a student groomed by Luke, Elizabeth was familiar with his personality and methodology. She knew that he had been bluffing when he said that he would kill and cripple the suspects.
